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Chapter 14: Dress up and Crazy people

Sam and I waited in the car while Dean went in to make our newest set of fake ID's.

"Hey," I spoke up. "Should I like, go get something dressy to wear or something?" I asked curiously. "We have to look the part, right?"

"Yeah, you probably should." Sam answered me. "Just nothing too conspicuous."

"Trust me, I've got this one in the bag." I grinned.

I rummaged through my bag and grabbed my wallet, then a small purse to put it in I added my cellphone and got out of the car. Slinging my purse over my shoulder I cracked my knuckles and gazed down the line of shops that were beckoning me. I had always loved dressing up.

I decided I might as well just go with something business-ey since I had no idea what kind of cover Dean was going to cook up. The consignment store down the street looked promising, so I decided to start there. Once in the shop I got to work sifting through skirts and jackets, tights and shoes, then finally something for my hair (my standard ponytail was not going to do).

I managed to find a good pinstripe skirt and dress jacket combo, with a blouse, tights, and heels, then some crazy thing to put my hair in a fancy bun with.

"Excuse me," I said to the cashier as she checked me out. "Is there anywhere I could change into these? I'm going straight to a job interview." I gave her my best smile.

"Technically, no." She grinned at me knowingly. "Follow me."

I trotted along behind her as she led me to a room in the back where I quickly changed. I thanked her before leaving the store to catch up again with the boys.

When I reached the impala, Sam was asleep. I knocked on the window to wake him up, he rolled it down slowly.

"I did not think you would be back before Dean." He sighed.

"Well, I'm glad I did, it means you can get out and tell me how I look." I teased him. "Seriously though, do you think this will work?"

I stepped back and spun around.

"Yeah, it looks good. You sure you can walk in those heels?"

"Please." I laughed, getting into the car. "You're talking to the original dress up queen. I can walk in any heels."

Sam chuckled.

"So how long has Dean been in there for? I lost track of time."

"At least a half hour."

"That makes this my fastest shopping trip ever." I said triumphantly.

It was a few more minutes before Dean came out of the copy shop.

"Dude, you've been in there forever." Sam pointed out when Dean finally joined us.

"You can't rush perfection." He grinned, holding up fake ID's.

"Homeland security?" Sam questioned. "That's pretty illegal, even for us."

"Oh, Homeland security?" I piped in. "Fun!"

Dean raised an eyebrow at me in the rearview mirror.

"I never broke the law until I met you guys." I explained simply.

"How old are you?" Dean laughed.

"Twenty-two." I smiled.

"And you've never broken a law?"

"Never even a speeding ticket, didn't drink alcohol once before I was twenty one, nothing until I met you guys."

Dean laughed astounded as he turned back to the road.

"Wow," He said simply. "By the way, nice." Was his only comment on my new clothes.

I laughed. "Why thank you."

"So anyway, what have you got?" Dean said, turning to his brother.

"Well there's definitely EVP on that cockpit voice recorder."

"Yeah?"

"Listen."

Sam played the recording over again.

"No survivors!" A scratchy voice screeched from the tape.

"No survivors?" Dean questioned. "What's that supposed to mean? There were seven survivors."

"So, what are you thinking?" Dean asked. "Haunted flight?"

"There's a long history of spirits and death omens on planes and ships, like phantom travelers."

"Mmhm." Dean murmured skeptically.

"Or, remember flight 401?"

"Right, that one crashed. The airline salvaged some of the parts and used them on other planes, then the pilot and copilot haunted those flights."

I sat quietly in the backseat listening and doing my makeup.

"Right." Sam said.

"So, survivors. Which one do you want to talk to first?"

"Third on the list: Max Jaffery."

"Why him?"

"Well for one he's from around here." Sam explained. "And two, if anyone saw anything weird, he did."

"What makes you say that?"

"Well, I spoke to his mother, and she told me where to find him."

"Where?" I asked as I closed my lipstick tube and put it back in my bag.

Sam looked at me as I sat on the edge of my seat and leaned forward between him and Dean.

"Riverfront Psychiatric Hospital." Sam said.

"Right, so shall we?" I smiled as I sat back in my seat.

"Yep." Dean said as he put the key in the ignition.

The car ride to the hospital was silent except for the sound of the impala's engine. I gazed out the window as the scenery flew by, thinking about the case. What could have brought down a plane like that? Not to mention the recording. I wondered if the seven survivors were in danger, most likely none of them would be flying for a while though so I kept it to myself.

We pulled up to a large gated building with a sign out front that read "Riverfront Psychiatric Hospital" and got out of the impala. Once inside we talked to the people at the front desk who pointed us to the garden.

"Mr. Jaffery!" Sam called as we jogged to catch up with the man walking down the path in front of us. "Hello," Sam said when we reached him. "We're from homeland security, we'd like to ask you a few questions if that's alright."

All three of us flashed our badges.

"I don't understand." Max said. "I already spoke with homeland security."

"Right, some new information has come up." Dean covered quickly. "So if you could just answer a few questions…"

"Just before the plane went down, did you notice anything unusual?" Sam questioned.

"No, nothing." Max shrugged us off.

"Mr. Joffery-" Dean started.

"Jaffery." Max interrupted him.

"Jaffery." Dean corrected himself. "You checked yourself in here, right?"

Max nodded.

"Can I ask why?"

"I was a little stressed." Max said, like it was obvious (which it kind of was.) "I survived a plane crash."

"Uh-huh." Dean continued. "And that's what terrified you? That's what you were afraid of?"

"I… I don't want to talk about this anymore." Max started to turn away.

"See, I think maybe you did see something up there, and we need to know that." Dean said.

"No. No, I was delusional- seeing things." Max reasoned

I thought the interrogation had gotten a little harsh (okay who am I kidding, a lot harsh) but it seemed to be working somewhat. I pursed my lips.

"It's okay." Sam comforted him. "Just tell us what you thought you saw, please."

"There was this… man." Max said nervously. "And he had these uh, black eyes. And I saw him, or I thought I saw him-"

"What?" Dean cut him off. I shot him a look.

"He opened the emergency exit. But that's impossible right? I mean, I looked it up. There's something like two tons of pressure on that door."

"Yeah," Dean agreed.

"This man," Sam cut in. "Did he seem to disappear and reappear rapidly? It would look something like a mirage?"

"What are you nuts?" Max asked accusingly.

I had to hold back a snort of laughter at the irony of his statement.

"He was a passenger, he sat right in front of me."