It's been a long while but I'm slowly getting back to updating chapters on many of my fanfics; I have the week off from college so I'm pretty much spending my time updating as much as I can. (I'm probably going to bounce between fanfic and not update a certain one twice in a row – just a small warning beforehand)
Hope you love the extra-long chapter!
Supernatural Fanfic | The Family Business | Phantom Traveler - Part 3
Soon after leaving Jerry's office, the two Winchester's were zooming down the highway towards the airport where Amanda Walker was scheduled for another flight. Sam was going down the list of survivors, making sure that none of the other victims were to be flying anytime soon. Taking down planes was how this thing kills its victims, they needed to make sure none of the others are in danger before they can boot that thing back to hell.
"...Really?" Sam was speaking into the mobile device in his hand. This was the last survivor to call, other than Amanda who seems intent on ignoring her ringing phone. She must be getting ready for her next flight. "Well, thank you for taking our survey, and if you do plan to fly … please don't forget your friends at United Britannia Airlines. Thanks." He closed the phone, sighing. "Alright." Crossing off the two last names he had just called. "Blaine Sanderson and Dennis Holloway won't be flying anytime soon."
"Still couldn't get Amanda Walker 'The Flight Attendant' on the phone?" Katherine guessed, keeping her eyes on the road. It was night now, meaning that road dangers were at it's highest.
"Yeah." Sam nodded, glancing to her. "Her sister Karen said her flight's leaving at 8pm, scheduled to depart for Indianapolis." He had a feeling this woman might not answer his calls; it's why he had insisted that Katherine start the journey towards the airport just in case. "Tonight's her first night back on the job."
Katherine let out an annoyed breath, "Just our luck." She mumbled under her breath, the Universe really did like to screw them over every chance it had. She just silently begged that going on an airplane wouldn't be apart of tonight's agenda, she wasn't in the mood for dealing with her fear of flying.
Sam glanced to the open road they were currently racing down, "Kathy, this is going to be at least another five-hour drive. We might not make it, even with you behind the wheel." He really did know how fast his sister could push the gas - sometimes he was even scared of it.
"Oh, no." She shook her head, determined. "I'll make it - just try Amanda's cell again. See if we can stall her or something until we get there."
Sam didn't seem to think it would do much good. "I've already left her three voice messages." He replied, "She must have turned her cell phone off. Flight attendants aren't even allowed them on their person during a flight." He glanced down at the watch around his wrist, it was already 5:30pm, there was only two and a half hours left when this journey should take over five hours. "Ah, man - we're never going to make it." Looking uncomfortably desperate.
"Don't worry, Sammy." Kathy started speeding up waypast the legal speed limit. "We'll make … it just the right time." Sam gulped a little, clutching the armrest beside him. Feeling the force of the speed against his body while Katherine looked completely at ease, concentrating on her fastening speed down the open road.
...
As soon as they arrived at the airport, Katherine and Sam were racing through the entrance doors to the terminal Amanda was supposed to be leaving from. There were hundreds of people either arriving for their flights or going home after being on one. The two of them had to push past many individuals to get to the departures board. They may know which terminal Amanda was leaving from, but not the section as to where she was.
The departures board was jam-packed full of flights leaving over the next couple of hours. It was hard to even find a flight leaving for Indianapolis at 8pm. "Right there!" Sam exclaimed, pointing up to a flight located in the middle of the list. "The flight's boarding in 30 minutes." Luckily for them, the flight had been postponed another hour due to technical difficulties. Maybe the Universe didn't hate them so much after all?
"Alright." Katherine nodded to herself before glancing to her brother, "We still have some cards to play though." An idea came to mind, "Where's a phone?" She looked around for one of those airport service phones that were usually hung up on a wall. Just metres away, a courtesy phone was hanging up on one of the white wall poles, just like she thought. "Come on." She grabbed his arm, dragging him with her.
Kathy picked up the phone and almost instantly a voice appeared on the other end. "Airport services."
"Gate 13." She answered.
"Who are your calling, ma'am?"
"I'm trying to reach an Amanda Walker … she's a flight attendant on the departure list for Indianapolis. Flight 424."
"Okay, one moment please." There was a pause on the other line, but it only took just under a minute for another woman to speak on the other end. "This is Amanda Walker."
Katherine looked to her brother with a little relief, the woman was finally answer a damn phone. "Miss Walker." She started her plan of roleplaying. "I'm Dr Janice Whitfield from St. Francis Memorial Hospital." She lied to the young woman, "We have a Karen Walker here."
"My Karen?"Amanda's worried voice came through with a hint of confusion.
"Nothing serious." Katherine assured her, "Just a minor car accident, but she was injured, so-" She was about to continue but Amanda stopped her.
"-Wait, wait." The blonde's voice riddled with suspicion and a lack of understanding. "But, that's impossible." She insisted, "I just got off the phone with her just a couple of minutes ago."
Kathy blinked, completely stunned and stumped at the same time. She did not expect that. "Huh?" She murmured dumbly. Her mind trying to wrap around another way to get this woman to forgo this flight without any troubles. Sam looked at her with interest, must be realizing what Amanda much have said to make his sister look like that.
"Five minutes ago." Karen continued. "She's at her house cramming for a final. Who is this?" Not understanding who this woman was.
Katherine's mind went blank; she couldn't figure a way out that would get her out of this pickle. "Well, uh… okay, I must be talking to the wrong person."
"And how would you even know I was here?" A pregnant pause filled the line before Karen's voice turned annoyed and exasperated. "Is this you Jacey?"
Kathy let out a breath before trying to make her voice sound apologetic, "Yeah, it's me." Now trying to figure out who this 'Jacey' was.
"Wow, this is unbelievable." She scoffed, "Why do you always butt in for Vince, that dumbass brother of yours?"
Vince. He must be this 'Jacey's' brother. She could work with that. "He's really sorry, Amanda." Connecting the two together – this Vince might have been a boyfriend of some sort judging by the tone Amanda seemed to be using.
"You tell him to mind his own business and stay out of my life, okay?" Karen countered.
"Okay," Katherine started, but her words were quick. She didn't want this woman to hang up; not before she trying to get her off the flight rotation in about an hour. "But, he really needs to see you. So…" She left her words hanging. Imagining Karen sighing in the phone, reluctantly agreeing to go visit Vince instead of catching her flight.
But it didn't happen. "No, I'm sorry."Karen responded, "It's too late."
"Don't be like that." Kathy insisted, she could feel the losing fight on her part. Karen was one stubborn woman – took one to know one. "I mean, come on. The guy's a mess; he's beginning to be a sad excuse for a brother. It's pathetic really." You could tell Sam was getting antsy, he couldn't hear what Karen was saying for Kathy to respond how she was. He could only imagine.
There was another pause. "Really?" Her tone a little disbelieving, but you could tell she sounded, at least, a little pleased at what Vince was apparently doing at this time.
"Oh, yeah." Kathy nodded to herself, turning towards Sam. Finding it slightly annoying that he had been hovering over her shoulder to try and hear everything.
Karen sighed over the line, "Look, I gotta go." She said, "Tell him to call me when I land."
Katherine's eyes widen, knowing those choice of words meant the woman was about to hang up. "Amanda, no wait!" But it was too late, the dialing tone appeared, signally the end of the conversation. She pulled the phone away from her ear with a groan, slamming it back onto the hook on the wall just a little too hard with frustration. "Damn it!" She moved away from the phone, noticing someone eyeing it, must be needing to use it as well. Sam kept close, although he could already take a good guess as to what happened. Karen was still going on her flight. "I was so close."
They needed a new plan.
"Alright," Sam started, figuring out a way they might be able to save Karen and everyone else on that flight. Kathy turned to him with a raised eyebrow, knowing that voice because he used it whenever a plan sprung to mind. "Time for plan B … We're getting on that plane." He announced.
Katherine blinked on his last sentence. 'We're getting on that plane'. She repeated in her head like Sam was making up a trick, but it wasn't. He was completely serious. "Huh?" Her mouth opened dumbly, hoping she'd heard him wrong. She shook her head, "Wait, hold on a second." There had to be another way. She couldn't go on one of those contraptions, those … planes.
Sam was confused by how she was acting, "Kath-" He was serious, not understanding her reaction to why a plane sounded so bad. He noticed a flicker of fear in her eyes they darted out the large window right across from the building; a plane was stationed there not too far away. She gulped silently. 'Does my sister have a fear of flying?' He wondered curiously, wondering if so, why has she never said anything before to him? But then, they had never really gone near airports or planes during their life-span. "-that plane is leaving with over a hundred passengers. And if we're right, that the plane is going to crash." He kept his words down, there were a lot of people around and he didn't want anyone overhearing.
Katherine shifted uncomfortably. That plane is going to crash. She didn't like that sentence. "I know." She agreed but her voice heightened a notch.
"Okay, so well get on that plane, find the demon and exorcise it." He glanced over to ticket desk, "Look, I'll get the tickets. You go get whatever will make it past security." Which, unfortunately for them, didn't involve weapons. They would be stopped and searched, then there would be no way of catching the flight and stopping this demon. "Meet me back here in five minutes."
Sam was about to leave but the paleness in his sister face became more evident. "Are you okay?" He asked, concerned – she suddenly didn't look too well.
Kathy stayed silent for a moment before slowly shaking her head, "No, not really." She admitted. Panic riddled in her eyes.
"What's wrong?" He questioned. Maybe she'll admit what he's been assuming in his head.
She shifted in her stance, "Flying is, well … I have a problem with it." It was now or never; Sam will have to know about this stupid fear she's had since a little girl.
"So … you have a fear of flying." He stated the obvious.
Katherine suddenly turned defensive, "It's never been a problem until now." She crossed her arms against her chest, "Why do you think I drive everywhere, Sam?"
Sam sighed, trying to think of another alternative to the plan. But he could only think of one; and he was sure Katherine would definitely not agree with it. "I'll go then." He said, "I'll do this one on my own."
Suddenly the fear was forgotten. "No fucking way." Her eyes hard, "No way am I letting you do that especially if the plane's likely to crash." Making sure to keep her voice loe.
Sam looked at her desperately, she needed to make a decision then. Face her fear and come with him – or let him go it alone. "Kath, there's only two options. Come with me or I go by myself. There is no third option here."
"Oh, come on." Katherine muttered under her breath to herself, already knowing what she'll have to do. There was no way she was letting Sam go up in that thing alone. Her fear was rising again. After running a shaky hand through her hair she took a deep breath, looking up to Sam who stood there looking antsy. "Alright, you go get the tickets. I'll get anything from the trunk that won't beep on our way through."
…
"Flight attendants, please crosscheck and prepare for departure." The Pilot's voice appeared from the speaker and everyone began to do up and tighten their seat belts. The plane was jam-packed full of people, and Sam's estimate of over a hundred people being on this plane was completely probable. There were a couple of people nervous and a little shifty, because like Kathy, they weren't too fond of flying either. But many people were calm and relaxed, not at all thinking that this plane would somehow go down in flames like the Winchester's theory was.
Sam and Kathy were near the middle of the section, sitting on the left hand side of the plane, near the window. Sam sat closer to the window while Kathy sat right next to the middle run. Sam noticed his sister shifting again, for probably the hundredth time since getting on. She tried to focus her thoughts on the journal in her hands, flicking through to find the best exorcism to remove this demon and send it back to hell.
The plane began revving up it's engines and everyone started shaking from the vibrations of it. "Just try to relax." Sam tried to tell Kathy, but she was too pent up to really listen.
Katherine was definitely not pleased with the situation she was in; and although it was her choice to come on this plane for her brother's sake, it felt horrible that she's having to face a fear she's buried so deep since childhood. She didn't know particularly why she had this fear of flying – maybe it's because she's never actually been on one? But honestly, she'd take a herd of ghosts over this any day. "Just try and shut up." She retorted with a small snap in her voice. She didn't mean to be snappy; but all she could think about were the dozens of scenarios that the next hour could bring. In forty minutes, they could be very well dead.
Sam couldn't help but laugh a little in his seat, finding it amusing that his sister actually had a fear of flying. She's faced the worst of the worst compared to him; and the one thing she really fears – was flying. Something that were a lot safer that cars itself; both studies and experiences have proved that. There are far more car crashes in the world than planes falling to Earth and exploding. And on the bright side – he had a bit of leverage now that he knew this secret of hers. Especially when she knew his … fear. Now he could tease her with this when she teased him about his.
The engines whirled into gear and the plane shook even more; with haste, Katherine closed up the journal and put it into the holder attached the chair in front. You could feel the plane lifting from the ground now, and every time the plane went another thousand feet in the air, you needed to swallow so your ears would pop back to normal. Kathy clutched the arm rests with a tight grip; like holding on for dear life.
…
Ten minutes later; the plane was near it's expected height in the air and people, like the hostesses, were now able to walk around to offer refreshments and snacks. Next to Sam, Katherine's fingers were twitching and fiddling together but still stayed firmly attached to the chair, with her belt still on - unlike Sam. He looked as calm as could be, grinning, like he was actually enjoying his plane ride. Katherine envied his optimism of planes and these damn flights. They were like a heart attack for her.
Katherine started to hum to herself quietly, imagining herself back in the Impala while Sam drove down a highway. Her favourite song started to tune into her hum; it was Metallica. Her eyes were closed, in her own little world and luckily she was starting to calm down. But Sam ruined this, "Are you humming Metallica?" He questioned, a little confused. He was sure that was the thing she was humming; but he was curious.
Kathy gritted her teeth in annoyance, feeling her little fantasy fly away and the fear of being on a flying airplane came rushing back. "It was calming myself down, Samuel."
Sam sighed, not reacting to the name she used for him. He could tell she was nervous; and honestly when you look at it, her fear was worse than his by a mile. It felt weird seeing her like this though; she was always the confident one, the calmest in pretty much all situations. Lets just say; this was a different picture to how he would have imagined on the subject. "Look, man." He sighed, keeping his voice down so other passengers didn't hear. "I get that your nervous, all right?" He said in an understanding yet comforting manner, "But you have to say focused."
Katherine looked over to him before swallowing her fear in; like it would just instantly go away. "Okay." She nodded a little, getting what he was saying. She really did need to stay focused, because if she didn't, all these people – including them, will be dead in no time.
"We've got thirty-two minutes and counting to track this thing down, or whoever it's possessing anyway. And we've got to perform a full-on exorcism."
Kathy scoffed, "On a crowded plane … that'll be easy." She said, sarcastically.
"Just take it one step at a time, all right?" Looks like it's up to Sam to be the complete level-headed one today. "Now, who is it possessing?" He asked himself, but also his sister. Wondering what candidates, they should check out first. Sam looked to Kathy; knowing she's had more experience when it comes to demon possessions. She'll always have more experience in the hunting sector compared to him.
Katherine took a deep breath, taking her mind away from the moving plane she was currently in. "Well," She glanced over to her brother, "It's usually gonna be someone with a weakness or chink in the armor that a demon can worm through. Someone with an addition is also probable, or even someone with some sort of emotional distress."
Sam thought on that; the only person they really knew was Amanda. The woman they had tried to stop coming on the plane – the reason why they were actually on here in the first place. "This is Amanda's first flight back after the crash – wouldn't she be the best person to try and possess."
Kathy nodded, "Yeah." She agreed, "I would be a little freaked out to be back on a plane if I were her." The plane shook and she groaned, "But then I'd never want to be a flight attendant anyway. I'd be messed up before and after." Suddenly, she noticed a blonde woman passing through beside her, asking if anyone wanted a refreshment. All Katherine could really remember about Amanda Walker was that she was blonde – maybe this was her?
"Excuse me." Katherine called lowly over to the woman, getting her to turn around. The blonde woman held a joyful smile on her face as she turned, bending down to see what the Kathy wanted. "Are you Amanda?" Katherine got straight to the point.
The woman shook her head, a smile still evident on her face but was a little confused by the particular question. "No, I'm not."
Katherine gave her a smile back, looking apologetic for taking up her time, "Sorry, my mistake." The blonde woman just gave a small nod and continued down her path to ask other passengers if they wanted anything. With a sigh, she glanced around to see if there were any other blonde women walking around. But she couldn't see any – but, looking behind towards the back of the plane. Another blonde woman appeared putting some bottle of drinks away into a cooler. 'That must be her'. Katherine thought to herself.
She turned back round to Sam, "That woman back there has to be Amanda – there's no other blonde women on this plane; staff-wise that is. I'll go talk to her and get a read on her metal state."
"Okay." Sam nodded, thinking it's a good idea. Amanda may be the best person for the demon to get a hold of, but it didn't mean she was actually the one carrying it. The woman could just be completely fine for all they knew. "But what if she's already possessed?" He questioned.
Kathy quirked a grin, "There's always ways to test if so. I brought holy water with me but that'll probably be a bad thing to use right now. There's also a word, the subtle approach."
Sam remembered what she was talking about. "She'll flinch at the name of God."
Katherine patted Sam on the shoulder, "Good job, Sammy." With a small sigh, she finally unhinged herself from the seat, unclicking the seatbelt before getting up. She made her way towards the back of the plane but groaned with annoyance when another shudder made the plane topple her slightly.
"Ladies and Gentleman. This is your first officer speaking…" The man's voice over the speaker continued just as Katherine reached the small room at the back; Amanda was still filling her small cart of refreshments, obviously about to go out and offer them to the passengers. Amanda looked up as she entered, looking a little confused but still kept a smile on her face when Katherine said, "Hi."
"Can I help you with something?" Amanda wondered, placing a cup of ice on her cart.
"Oh, no." Katherine waved her off a little, just feeling and looking uncomfortable about walking around a plane – one that would soon fall to Earth if she and her brother didn't figure out how to get rid of this demon, and fast. "I'm just an uneasy flier. I feel better when I walk around a bit." She stretched out the truth.
Amanda listened and nodded, "Oh, it happens to the best of us." She reassured. Even she felt a little nervous to be back after her incident. But she was fine – there was no way she was going to give up her career because of a little flying fear. Plane crashes are a rare thing anyway; one of the things she kept repeating in her head to calm her inner self down.
Katherine chuckled a little, "Right, of course." She started, "Being stewardess and all; flying must be a pretty easy thing for you."
"Yeah, you'd be surprised." The woman replied, now piling up a load of plastic cups onto the cart. Happy to be having a conversation with someone other than thinking about everything in her mind.
Katherine pretended to be surprised, seeing a confident face but she could sense the lining of nervousness in her voice. "Really? You're a nervous flier?"
Amanda gave a small shrug but kept a smile. "Yeah, maybe a little."
The brunette fiend confusion, "How is it that being a stewardess, you're scared to fly?" Looking interested in what the answer will be.
"It's … kind of a long story." The blonde replied, folding napkins now.
Looking apologetic for butting into her life - Kathy gave her the look before replaying, "I'm sorry for asking."
Amanda shook her head, waving the apology away, "It's fine." She said, it wasn't a terrible bother anyway.
"Have you ever considered other employment?" Katherine asked, curiously. She slipped her hands into her pockets – strangely forgetting that they were on a plane at that moment.
She hadn't really thought about it. Amanda could never see herself doing another job; or switching to another career. She loved to fly other than the incident that happened not too long ago – but most of all, she loved to travel to all the different places of the world. "No," She shook her head, "Everybody's afraid of something. I just, uh … I'm not gonna let it hold me back."
"Huh." Was the only thing Katherine could say? Either this woman was indeed holding a demon inside of her; or Amanda really was a strong person. And if Amanda's no demon; she had to admire her, not many could face something like being in a plane crash and then carrying on flying on them like it never happened. It was a good quality to have. Clearing her throat, she knew it was time to see if Amanda was indeed the demon. "Christo." She muttered, trying to act cool about it. But she kept her eye on Amanda's.
Amanda looked towards her, confused. Christo? What did that mean? Did she hear right?
"I'm sorry, did you say something?" She asked, wondering to herself if she had heard right.
Katherine didn't notice any flinching or flickering in the woman's eyes or body. Her eyes didn't change nor did she flinch at the name of God. "Sorry," She apologised, "This plane ride must really be getting to me. For some reason I just said Christo. Means nothing at all." During the point where she mentioned 'Christo' again just for good measure, she looked closely at Amanda once again. But only got the same affect as last time.
Amanda was clearly not the demon they were looking for – she was far too okay with being back to work for the demon to even wedge inside of her. She would have been too easy of a target anyway; maybe that why Amanda wasn't picked out of the bunch.
Katherine nodded towards the seats, "I better get back to my seat; sorry for bothering you again." With that, she left Amanda to herself. She headed back towards Sam and when she got back to the seat, thankfully with no further plane turbulence, he was reading through the journal like she had done before.
Sam noticed his sister return and his eyes went to her with interest, wondering what had happened.
Kathy turned to him, "That woman has got to be the most well-adjusted person on the planet." She said with a small scoff. Feeling a little annoyed that they hadn't found the demon yet; it would have been very good luck if the demon had been in Amanda. But when have they ever really had good luck in their line of business?
"You said 'Christo'?" Sam asked, just to be sure.
She nodded, "Yeah."
"And?" He prodded.
"No demon in her." Katherine said with a shake to her head, "And I doubt any will get into her." She began to put her seatbelt on again, liking the seat a lot more than standing. She wanted this case done and over with – she was never getting on another plane as long as she lived after this day.
"So, if it's on the plane – it could be anyone, anywhere."
Suddenly the plane shook, even harder than the previous times. Katherine was clutching the arms rests again with even more force, her anxiety heightening. "Oh, come on." She breathed a little abnormally, "This can't be normal." She HATED flying.
Sam turned to her, seeing the panic slipping back onto her face. "Hey, hey." He tried to be comforting, but also reassuring. He didn't want his sister to become possessed by the demon – her fear of flying was the hole the demon would take advantage of in order to get a hold of her. "It's just turbulence. It's perfectly normal." He used the voice that Katherine would use for a child.
"Sam." Kathy had gritted teeth; the plane was still shaking but a little less than before. "I'm not a child - so shut it."
Sam didn't care, he needed her to calm down for both their sakes. "Calm down."
"Well, I can't Sam!" She snapped with a low voice, not wanting to be horrible but it was the truth. Her fear was worse than his – every time the plane hit turbulence, she found it hard to breath and all she could imagine was the plane falling out of the sky. "And the touchy-feely emotions crap isn't going to work on me." As she continued, the panic in her voice was becoming more evident to Sam. He needed to calm her down so they could get to work without worrying that she'll get possessed.
"Kath, if you're panicked, you're completely open to possession." He tried, wanting her to understand how important it was for her to calm down. "So, youneed to calm yourself down, right now."
As much as she hated to admit it, he was right. So, as she took a deep breath, she tried to lower her blood pressure, trying her complete hardest to calm down. Her brother needed her right now and they only had about 25 minutes left until this plane went down – they needed to fix this, to save all these people before it's too late. She slowly let out the breath she took in; she could, surprisingly, already feel herself becoming calmer.
"Good." Sam nodded with approval, looking relieved. Seeing that she was calming down now - he took both their focuses back to their dad's journal. He flipped to the page he had previously been on, showing it over to his sister, "Now, I found the exorcism I think is gonna work. The 'Rituale Romanun'"
Katherine's eyebrows creased, hearing that exorcism before but she's never taken the time to really get to know about it. "What do we have to do?" She asked, feeling a lot better after being scolded by her youngerbrother.
"It's in two parts." Sam began to explain, "The first part expels the demon from the victim's body. It makes it manifest, which actually causes it to become more powerful."
Kathy felt like she hadn't heard right, "More powerful?" She questioned. Why would anyone do an exorcism that makes the demon more powerful?
"Yeah." He nodded back, turning the journal's page.
"How?"
Sam knew his sister wouldn't like this very much; this exorcism was going to make their job getting rid of this demon ten times harder. "Well, uh, it doesn't exactly need to possess someone to wreak havoc. It can just do it on it's own, without a physical binding."
Katherine made a little scoff, "And why the hell would that be a good thing?"
"It's mostly because of the second part." He stated. "The exorcism sends the bastard straight back to hell once and for all."
We'll, she liked the second part more than the first – but they needed an actual demon to send back. With a sigh, she ran a hand through her loosed hair-bun. "Alright, first things first – we have to find it." She said with determination. They were going to find this thing and kick it back to where it belonged. The quicker they find the bastard – the quicker they'll get back onto solid ground where she liked it.
…
Katherine walked slowly down one of the plane aisles with the EMF meter in her hand and the earplugs in her ears. She slowly moved the handmade device side-to-side, frisking it casually around all the passengers, trying not to look like a crazy person. She hoped to look like someone's who's possibly swaying to some music playing in their ears.
As she made it to the end of the aisle; not even a blip had shown up on the EMF. Where could this demon be?
Suddenly, a hand touched her shoulder, making her jolt with surprise and a little fright. Turning around, she saw Sam standing there. She sighed with relief, but also an annoyance for how he had made her jump. "Geez, man." She muttered, ripping out one of the earplugs closer to him. "Don't do that."
"Sorry," He had the decency to apologize, but then got right down to business. "So, anything?"
Katherine shook her head, sighing, "No, zilch." She replied, "How much time have we got left?" She asked the horrible question. They were on a deadline.
"Fifteen minutes." Sam took a quick peak at his watch before looking back to his sister, "We must have missed somebody." He summarized, but even then he was sure they had checked out everyone by now.
Katherine couldn't think of anyone else either, "Maybe it's just not on the plane?" She hoped; but knew they couldn't rely on that because if they were wrong – they were dead. But even then too, she believed the demon was on here.
As if he had read her thoughts, Sam raised an eyebrow towards her. "And you believe that?" Because he didn't – and by the look on his sister's face, she was thinking the exact same thing.
Kathy sent him an unsure shrug, "I will if you will." Just then, a prickled noise suddenly sounded in the remaining earbud in her ear. She frowned, looking down at the device as a whirling sound also came through. The EMF was picking something up – a demon's presence. The EMF was pointing towards the Pilot's area; and just as she looked up, a man in his early forties walked out of a side room.
Sam's eyebrows creased when he saw a look form on his sister's face; she was staring over to the side. He hadn't even seen the EMF meter raging, especially since he couldn't actually hear it, unlike Kathy. "What?" He questioned, confused. "What is it?"
Katherine ignored him, her eyes narrowing towards the man that had just entered. Just before he went into the room connected to the front of the plane where all the flight controls were, she said, "Christo." Her voice was just loud enough for the man to hear. And instantly after saying it; the man flinched at the word – his head twisting around to her, and his eyes flashed black. By this time Sam had turned to look towards what she had been watching and both their eyes widened in union; they had found the demon they had been looking for. He was possessing one of the Co-Pilot's.
As if the man had never heard her; he turned back around and disappeared into the next room. They needed to do something – and fast before things got out of control.
…
Both siblings were heading back up the aisle towards the back of the plane seconds after finding out the identity of the demon. Sam was taking the lead; but they were heading over to speak with Amanda. Only she could help them get the Co-Pilot to come and secretly meet them without a fuss. They couldn't risk making a scene on the plane either – this needed to be kept hidden and secret before a mass panic occurred.
"She's not going to believe this." Sam stated, glancing behind him to his sister.
Katherine didn't have much hope of her believing anyway, but she was the best shot they have and they didn't have much time left on the clock. "Dude, we have twelve minutes left. Desperate times call for desperate measures."
They entered the back room where Katherine had last spoken to Amanda, and lucky for them, she was there filling up another cart. Amanda turned around after hearing someone enter, and smiled when she saw Katherine there. "Oh, hi." She didn't know the man next to her though but she was confused as to why they had come back here. She had noticed them moving around the plane a lot over the past ten to twenty minutes or so. Both of them must have an uneasy feeling about flying then. "The flights not too bumpy for you, I hope." She said towards Katherine.
"Uh, that's kind of what we need to talk to you about." Katherine started, just as Sam shut the blue curtains to the room – blocking everyone's view to their conversation.
"Um, okay," Amanda couldn't help but look and feel confused by the choice of wordings and the way the two were acting. "What can I do for you?" Acting a little hesitant
Kathy glanced back to her brother before turning back, "Alright – this is gonna sound nuts … but we really don't have time for the whole 'truth is out there' speech-" Sam nudged her, interrupting.
"-Look, we know you were on flight 2485." Sam said and straight away, Amanda's features turned between curious and defensive.
"Who are you two?" She questioned, crossing her arms over her chest.
Sam ignored her question; this wasn't the time. They could introduce themselves after saving everyone from an explosive death. "Look, we spoke to the other survivors and we know something brought down the plane – and it wasn't a mechanical failure."
Katherine jumped in this time, "And we need your help to stop it from happening again, here, now."
Amanda started to become flustered, not understanding everything they were saying. Everything for her was starting to jumble up – who were these people? She wanted to get away from them, "I'm sorry," She shook her head, starting to move away from them – hoping to go back towards the passenger's area, but Katherine blocked her. "I'm very busy, I have to go-"
"Just wait a second." Katherine pleaded, they were running out of time. She tried to give her best reassuring look towards the woman; getting her hyped up and worried wasn't the best idea in the world. "We're not going to hurt you, okay?" She promised, "Just listen."
"The Pilot from 2485, Chuck Lambert. He's dead."
"Wait, what?" Amanda gasped in shock, "Chuck's dead?" She started to breathe heavier; this couldn't be happening. They had to be lying to her – she didn't even know these two! They could be spouting out lies for all she knew.
"He died in a plane crash." Kathy continued, her words a little rushed. "That's two plane crashes in two months. Doesn't that strike you as strange?"
"I-I-" Amanda had no words to say; she didn't know how to respond.
Sam stepped in this time, "Something was wrong with 2485." He started, hoping to get something useful out of her – something that will make her believe and trust them. "Maybe you sensed it … maybe not. But there's something wrong with this flight too."
"Amanda you have to believe us." Katherine begged, hoping in her head that this woman would trust them enough to understand what they were saying. That Co-Pilot could do a lot of damage in that room back towards the front of the plane; it could easily take them down before the forty minutes is up. It's not likely, though, due to past plane crashes on it's hit list; but anything and everything can change its mind at some point or another.
Amanda began staring into both their eyes for the first time, and she couldn't help but notice the seriousness and truthfulness to them. They weren't lying; they were actually telling her the truth. She couldn't believe it, but … there was something. Something she had indeed noticed but had long forgotten back on her last flight. How could she have forgotten?
"On…" She started, bringing a hand up to her face, rubbing her eyes for a moment as she tried to recall back the memory. "On 2485, there was a man. He had these eyes … these black eyes..." Katherine and Sam shared a look, this is exactly what could bring Amanda onto their side.
"That's it." Sam nodded, "That's what we're talking about."
"I still don't understand what you want." Amanda exclaimed, looking conflicted about everything that was happening. What did a strange man with black eyes have to do with anything? And what were these two people going to ask of her?
Katherine gave her a serious look, "We need you to bring the Co-Pilot back here."
What did any of this have to do with the plane's Co-Pilot? "What does he have to do with anything?" She spoke out her thoughts.
The siblings looked exasperated for a moment. "We don't have time to explain." Katherine sighed, "We just need to talk to him."
Amanda looked hesitant, but she didn't even know what to do. "How am I supposed to get the Co-Pilot-?" Sam cut her off.
"-Do whatever it takes." He said, "Tell him somethings broken. Whatever will get him back out here." He knew Amanda would be risking her job, and obviously she knew that too.
"I could lose my job if-"
"-But you'll lose a lot more if you don't." Kathy stopped her talking this time. Dying was positively worse than losing a job – unless your completely depressed and really don't care about life.
There was a moment where Amanda just looked between them; to check just once more to see if this was a real situation or not. And judging by how they were looking, and how they were acting – it was clear that she really had no choice in the matter. It must be pretty important, as to why, she still wasn't completely sure. "Okay." She finally gave in with a small voice, giving each sibling a small nod with her head. She walked past them, this time Katherine wasn't blocking her way through.
Both Sam and Katherine peaked through the blue curtain as the blonde made her way down the aisle towards the front of the plane, knocking on the door. Amanda glanced back at them but the door opened so she turned back, the Co-Pilot they needed had answered the door and was now talking to Amanda. Katherine brought herself and Sam away from the peaking hole, not wanting the Co-Pilot to see them hiding, waiting for him to arrive. Something bad could happen if that occurred.
After checking once more a couple of seconds later – Amanda was now walking back towards them with the Co-Pilot in tow.
Katherine reached into her jacket and passed the journal to her brother, also bringing out the bottle of holy water that was only half-filled. Sam began to flick through the pages, trying to find the exorcism he found earlier. Katherine passed over the bottle of holy water too; knowing she'll have to be the one to take the man down.
Right then, the Co-Pilot and Amanda brushed through the blue curtains. "Now, what's the problem?" The man began to ask Amanda, but before anything else could be said a punch from Katherine landed him falling to the ground with a thud. She took the moment of his confusion to pick him back up and throw him back to the ground, roughing him up. Amanda was watching with widened eyes as a gasp fell through her lips, a little scared because all they said they were going to do was just 'talk'.
Katherine took the Co-Pilot's moment of weakness and sat her weight on him, duct taping his mouth and tying together his hands in front with even more of the tape.
Amanda finally spoke out, her words filled with an underline of panic, "You said you were just gonna talk to him." Her words being said towards Katherine.
"We are gonna talk to him." Katherine stated over the Co-Pilot's movements and groaning's. He was trying to struggle out of his binds. Sam began pouring the holy water on the chest of the co-pilot, and he started screaming with agony underneath the tape. Amanda gasped in horror with a hand raising to her mouth when she saw the burning holes appear in his chest; she didn't know what she was witnessing, but it sure wasn't natural. Steam began to pour out of the wounds and the burning continued. The demon itself started appearing from the man; demonic sounds started radiating from his mouth and he struggled even harder, even with Katherine still sitting on him, trying to keep the duct tape around his wrists.
This son-of-a-bitch was strong.
"Oh, my god." Amanda had to take a step back. What was happening? "What's wrong with him?"
Sam turned to her, pausing in what he was doing. "We need you calm, outside the curtain." He told her. He could see her starting to panic, "Don't let anyone in, okay? Can you do that?" She shouldn't be in here – witnessing what they were doing to the man, well, demon. She said nothing, just looking muddled. "Amanda."
"Okay." She finally said, nodding frantically knowing she shouldn't be in here. She didn't know what they were doing; and on some level, she didn't want to know. "Okay." And with that, she rushed out of the room through the curtains. Determined not to let anyone in to see what she had to witness.
Katherine grunted, punching the man again. He was starting to move around too much for anyone to hold down. Especially on their own. She was stronger than the average man because of the work she did everyday – but this was getting tough. "You need to hurry up, Sam." She exclaimed, "I'm not sure how much longer I can hold him."
Sam threw more holy water over the demon's chest, making it rise in agony. He started the exorcism. "Regna terrae, cantate Deo, psallite Domino—" Suddenly one of the demon's arm cut lose and punched the holy water away from Sam; then he went for Katherine, pushing her away violently with his now two free arms. He then pushed Sam away too, throwing him into a wall, his head hitting the wall with a nasty smack.
Katherine recovered quickly, rushing back over to grab the demon's arms again to stop him moving. But it was even harder now without the tape holding them together. Sam started to continue again after recovering himself, but the demon started to fight again. Katherine was thrown away once again, this time hitting the wall much like Sam had done.
The demon suddenly ripped off the tape from his mouth, grabbing a hold of Sam's jacket before pulling his down. His voice was full of malice, "I know what happened to your girlfriend." The demon smirked as Katherine got her bearings back together, "She must have died screaming. Even now, she's burning." He snarled. Sam just stared at him with hate; but he couldn't help but let the words of the demon get to him.
Katherine ripped the demon away from her brother, slamming him down to the ground. She slammed her fist into his face, getting him to shut up – she was able to gain control of the demon's hands again, "Sam!" She yelled, needing him to snap out of the funk he seemed to be in. Now was not the time to freeze up, even after what the thing had just said.
Sam startled himself back into the situation, a feeling brewing in his system where he would happily see this demon go back to hell – he began to read the Latin translation again, they were almost done with the first stage.
The demon kept bucking with roars of pain underneath Kathy, steam continuously coming out of his body at a rapid pace. As the last word of the exorcism was said, Sam threw down the book. "I got him." He told his sister, grabbing one of the man's arms as the demon literally started leaking out of the man – a stream of black mist finally came out of his mouth, traveling upwards towards the vent near the ceiling.
Before that happened; the demon had kicked the journal down the aisle outside the curtains, now probably hiding under several chairs.
The black smoke disappeared into the plane and the innocent bystander passed out on the floor from the exertion.
"Where'd he go?" Sam wondered, confused. What could be in the vent?
Katherine already knew the answer. "Into the plane." They had a job to do; to save all these people from the demon they've just let loose into the mode of transportation. She turned to her brother who wasn't looking at the vent like she had done, he was staring at her. "We need to finish this." She said after a moment, patting Sam on the shoulder. This was able to get his head back into gear and out of the words the demon had told him again, "Hurry up." They had to find the journal; it was kicked down the aisle, but it could have been moved further away knowing their luck.
Suddenly, the whole plane dived downwards and people screamed in terror. There was a storm brewing outside, lightning bolts spiking between the clouds. Sam got thrown forwards down the aisle while Katherine was slammed backwards into the exit door; an object in which the demon was able to open on the last plane. The plane kept going; the demon had no intention of stopping itself. If Sam and Katherine didn't evict this demon from this plane right now, they were dead in less than five minutes when this bird crashes to the ground.
Sam was crawling down the aisle; the book kept sliding down away inch by inch because of the planes swan dive. Katherine tried to go out there to help after regaining her balance; but was again thrown back into the wall with so much force her head banged harshly again the metal material. She didn't try and move again; now feeling her fear of planes come back in full force. They were crashing! Her breathing started getting harder to control; she prayed that her brother could save them. Because she already knew there was no chance in hell of her being able to move away from her place in the back room.
Sam had finally grabbed the journal and immediately began chanting like before; but this time, he was just speaking into the air. The words were in Latin; like most exorcisms and such. The plane picked up speed, the nose of the plane nearly tilted straight downwards. It was like it knew what Sam was trying to do – it wanted to kill everyone before Sam got the chance to finish.
As Sam finished the exorcism enchantment; a large lightning bolt stuck the plane. Waves of electricity bounced around everyone – but not touching skin, making them scream harder – but to Sam and Katherine, they knew this bolt was killing the demon and sending it back to hell.
And then everything went back to normal and the plane began stabilizing in the air again. Everyone started to take relieved breaths; all thankful for being alive, thinking it was the Pilot's doing for saving them just in time.
Katherine was finally able to get her bearings back together, taking a moment to herself to calm down. This is why she hated planes – she swore she'll never get back on another one as long as she lives after this flight. She slowly got up from the floor, feeling a dulled pain against the back of her head. As she rubbed it a little, she retreated from the room past the blue curtains to see her brother standing there, looking around. He did it; and she was so proud of him. But then, really, she was always proud of him, whether he knew it or not.
Sam glanced back to her when he realized she had made a move; they both shared a look. One that agreed that this was a job well done; but there was also an understanding between them. But Sam, however, started to think back to what the demon said and his heart constricted with pain.
…
As soon as the plane landed at an airport; everyone was there - down from fireman to Police – they were all there, including some of the higher up government organizations, including the FBI. People were streaming out of the exit gate from the plane, all more than happy to get out of there after what had just happened about an hour ago.
People were beginning to be questioned, especially the Co-Pilot since he was the only one who was technically physically hurt – but no one can understand why because even the man couldn't remember what had happened to him. All he remembered was blacking out on his way to work – after that, nothing.
Over to the side; Katherine and Sam stood together, watching the survivors – but one in particular, the woman that helped them save everyone. Amanda Walker. The blonde turned her head towards them for a moment, in the middle of chatting with an FBI Agent, "Thank you." She lip-spoke, knowing they could read what she was saying – it was pretty easy to make out.
Katherine gave her a nod while Sam did the same – and with a sigh, she patted her brother on the shoulder, "Let's get out of here." She told him, not wanting to stay here any longer than they have too – especially with the FBI and all these other government officials walking around.
Sam started following her, slipping his hands into his pockets but he was walking numbly – too stuck in his head. Katherine noticed this, she looked at him with concern in her eyes, "You okay?" He hadn't said much after everything was over and she knew why – it had to be what the demon said back there on the plane, it made her want to strangle its neck. But it's back in hell now; he'll get worse punishments than a strangling.
It took a few seconds for Sam to reply, but he stopped in his movements before turning to his sister - stopping her from going anywhere too. "Kath, it-" Everything was starting to bother him now and how the hell did this demon know about his dead-girlfriend?! "-It knew about Jessica." His voice cracking, only slightly.
"Sam," Kath started, knowing she needed to put some comfort back into her little brother – this thing was a demon, it loved to lie – they practically breathe with it. "These things, they read your mind and they lie." Although, she wasn't completely sure about her own words for a fraction of a second. "All right? That's all it was, trust me."
And he did; he trusted his sister with his life. "Yeah." Sam sighed, taking her words in.
"Come on; we gotta get out of here before questions arise." She told him, encouraging him to follow again. There was just one more stop they needed to make before hitting the road again.
…
They were back at the major airport building they had been at before with Jerry; the man in question stood with them just by the Impala, making last minute goodbyes before they parted ways once again.
"Nobody knows what you guy's did, but I do." Jerry said, looking extremely grateful and relieved at the same time. The two siblings had stopped a plane full of over a hundred people from dying today – they deserved more than a massive pat on the back for what they accomplished. "A lot of people could have been killed."
Jerry held out his hand towards Sam, "Your dad's gonna be real proud." He commented, letting Sam shake his hand before doing the same with Kathy.
Sam sent him a slight smile, a little tense at the mention of their father, "We'll see you around, Jerry." Not finding the man too bad.
Jerry gave them both a nod before starting to head back into the herd of planes but got turned around again when he heard Katherine calling out to him. "Hey, Jerry!" She called, but continued when he glanced back around to her a little confused. "You know, I meant to ask earlier – but, how did you get my cell number, anyway?" She's barely had this phone for a while now and there's been hardly anyone that's she actually been given the new number over. "I've only had it for like, six months max." Extremely curious.
"Your dad gave it to me." Was an answer neither sibling was expecting – Jerry had seen their father lately?
Sam blinked, realizing what had just been said, "What?"
Katherine was a little shocked too by that answer, but mostly hurt if Jerry had seen their father in person when the man couldn't even pick up a call from her. "When did you talk to him?"
"Oh, I didn't exactly talk to him." Jerry answered, dimming the sibling's hopes around their father. "But I called his number and his voice message said to give you a call." Looking to Katherine. He sent them one last smile, "Thank again, guys." He told them before walking away completely this time – leaving the Winchester's to ponder on what had just been said.
…
"This doesn't make sense, Kath." Sam shook his head in regards to how Jerry got her number, leaning against the bonnet of the Impala with his sister next to him – they were a couple of miles away from where they had been with Jerry, now stationed on a dirty inlet to the side of a road leading out of town. "I've called dad's number like 50 times but it's been out of service."
Katherine was looking down at her phone, plugging in the familiar number that had instantly been imbedded into her head since her father first gave it to her. "I know, I've tried too." She told him before pressing the call button. And much to her surprise, the calling tone came on – the number was no longer disconnected.
"This is John Winchester," Kath was met with her father's voice – a voicemail, she quickly placed the phone between her and Sam so he could hear too, "I can't be reached. If this is an emergency, call my daughter, Katherine – 785-555-0179. She can help."
Katherine flipped the phone shut when the message ended, starting to actually become annoyed with their father – why was he doing this? Ignoring them? The one thing she was starting despise her father for though if for Sam sake; just looking at him now, you could tell he was angry. He was realizing that their father had started to ignore them.
As to why … neither of them was sure.
But he better have a damn good reason for doing so.
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