Chapter Twenty One- Hiss

Author's Note- Sorry for the lateness! Enjoy!

Chapter Song- Drumming Song by Florence And The Machine because Evie hears something that's very familiar (best one i could find lol)

Jerry walked into his office and went straight to the CD player that was stationed on his desk. Dean walked in and quickly closed the door behind Sam and Evie. As he did so he caught the sweet scent of her hair and he stopped for a second.

"Dean? You alright?" Sam asked as he went to take a seat closer to the desk.

He nodded, "fine, It was…erm…it was…" Evie looked up at him as he struggled to come up with a reason, "nothin'"

Her freshly plucked eyebrows scrunched together and she sat on a cheap blue covered chair close to the door whereas Sam simply shook his head. Dean took the seat next to him as Jerry checked the CD player. He swallowed his desires and tried to keep his mind on the case.

"I listened to this. Well, it sounded like it was up your alley." Jerry had started talking, "Normally, I wouldn't have access to this. It's the cockpit voice recorder for United Britannia Flight 2485. It was one of ours."

He pressed play and none of them could make out much because of all the static and background talking as the plane started to descend. A few seconds later at exactly forty minutes a demonic hiss cut through the static and it was so terrifying that it was almost like that thing was in the room with them. Evie's eyes widened in horror and her breath caught in her throat, she'd heard that before! The brothers exchanged confused looks before Dean noticed her reaction. She was paler than any ghost he'd seen and she was clutching the arms of the chair she was sat in. he nearly said something but Jerry was already talking.

"It took off from here and crashed about two hundred miles south. Now, they're saying mechanical failure. The cabin depressurized somehow. Nobody knows why" The older man scoffed knowing that the feds would never find out how, "Over a hundred people on board, only seven got out alive. The pilot was one. His name is Chuck Lambert. He's a good friend of mine. Chuck is, ugh…well, he's pretty broken up about it, he's thinking it was his fault."

Sam asked the oh-so-slightly obvious question, "You don't think it was?"

"No, I don't" he said with conviction, his hands were resting on his hips.

"Jerry, we're gonna need passenger manifests, a list of survivors-" he was cut off.

"Right." Dean said while casting concerned looks in Evie's direction, she hadn't moved a muscle. He turned back to Jerry, "And any way we can take a look at the wreckage?"

He nodded, "The other stuff is no problem, but the wreckage" he paused and looked at them biting his lower lip, "fellas… the NTSB has it locked down in an evidence warehouse. No way I've got that kind of clearance. "

He shrugged as he started to stand up, "no problem, we'll…work around that."

Sam stood up and shook Jerry's hand, when the pair of them were near the door and Evie still hadn't moved Dean tapped her softly on the shoulder.

Her sudden intake of breath showed that she had been completely out of it, "yeah?" Her eyes were wide and she quickly tried to regain her bearings.

He replied carefully, "we're um…we're going"

"Oh" she said as she stood up and walked out the door and back to the Impala by herself.

"What's up with her?" Sam asked him as they walked back through the factory floor at a much slower rate.

He shook his head, "I don't know but I'm betting that tape is something to do with it"

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Sam looked around the street once again as he wondered how long his brother was going to be in the printing store. He rested his elbows on the top of the newly washed Impala as he waited. Evie was sat in the backseat trapped in her own thoughts. She hadn't even spoken to them since they left Jerry's office, she just kept staring. Staring at nothing. She hadn't even stirred when Dean reset the Nickelback tape so it played from the beginning. Something had scared her. Something big. Finally after nearly an hour of the Pennsylvanian sun bearing down on him he saw Dean walk out of the store and he held the door open for a petit blonde. He looked and smiled at her once, then his eyes focused on the blonde in the backseat of his baby. He walked faster instead of looking over to see if the hot stranger was checking him out.

Sam looked at him and the three pieces of laminated paper in his hands, "You've been in there forever"

He held the fake IDs up so Sammy could get a good view, "You can't rush perfection"

He read them and then read them again to make sure he got it right, "Homeland Security?" there was skepticism in his voice, "That's pretty illegal, even for us"

Dean gave him a shrugging half smile, "Yeah, well, it's somethin' new, you know? People haven't seen it a thousand times…she said anything?"

"Nah, nothing…whatever spooked her, it spooked her bad" he said as he walked around to the passenger's side and slid into the seat.

Dean sighed and walked around to the driver's side and sat in the seat while glancing at the woman behind him, "All right, so, what do you got?"

"Well, there's definitely EVP on the cockpit voice recorder" Sam stated as he started loading up his laptop.

"Yeah?" he asked and wasn't half surprised. As he waited he turned around, "hey Evie…"

She didn't reply but just kept staring at the same speck of air a few feet in front of her face.

"Evie" Dean's voice grew a little bit louder and still nothing, "Evie!" he almost shouted her name and it caused several people walking nearby to turn and stare.

She nearly jumped out of her skin and she looked around startled. Her eyes eventually focused in on his jade green eyes, "What?"

"You okay?" he was concerned, "you haven't talked since we left Jerry"

She shook her head dismissing his worries, "I'm fine, just…I'm just thinking"

"About?" he quizzed her.

"Home" the word caused a sharp pain in her heart, "I'm thinking about home"

"Ah…" Dean left it at that and she started staring out of the window at the locals doing their daily chores.

The laptop had finished loading and Sam tapped him in the arm "Listen." He played the audio tape and after several moments of static there was a distinct voice saying 'No Survivors'.

Evie's eyes drifted back over from the window to the laptop screen and she lifted her fist to her mouth as they carried on talking.

Dean was stumped, "No survivors"? What's that supposed to mean? There were seven survivors"

"Got me" he sighed and closed the laptop back down again.

"So, what are you thinkin'?" the older one supposed, "A haunted flight?"

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

"Hmmm" Dean murmured as he thought about it.

Sam thought again for a minute, "Or, remember Flight 401?"

"Right" he knew what he meant, "the one that crashed, then the airline salvaged some of its parts, put it in other planes, then the spirit of the pilot and co-pilot haunted those flights"

"Right." He agreed, "Maybe we've got a similar deal."

Dean held up the list of survivors and scanned the list, "All right, so, survivors—which one do you wanna talk to first?"

He pointed to a name, "Third on the list, Max Jaffey"

"Why him?" he asked.

"Well, for one, he's from around here. And two, if anyone saw anything weird, he did." Sam told him after all the research he'd done when Dean had been making the fake IDs.

"What makes you say that?" Dean wondered.

Sam looked over at him, "Well, I spoke to his mother, and she told me where to find him…Riverfront Psychiatric Hospital"

Evie's eyebrow rose when she heard the name of the psychiatric hospital. She couldn't help but wonder what they'd find there.