Sorry I haven't been posting, things have been a bit hectic in real life. I'll be getting back on track! I'm not exactly sure about the beginning, bear with me here. A couple questions for you guys:

1. Should I skip some unimportant episodes in Season 1? I mean Season 1 has a lot of awesome episodes but they're not as good in a FanFiction. Season 1 is probably the only season I'd ever skip any episodes in unless I had a really good reason. Please help!

2. Any couplings with Kathy you guys like? (Other than Macy and Kathy) Don't think about Macy, what you say won't affect her. But please tell me what you think of this! They can be male or female. They can also be any species. Human, Special child, Demon, ANGEL, ARCHANGEL (hint-hint)... Whatever you guys like, I will consider!

Kathy POV

We stood outside the Mort's for Style about to do more investigating.

k like one of the Blues Brothers." Dean complained.

"Not true." I insisted. "You look more like a seventh grader at his first dance."

"I hate this thing." Dean complained again, ignoring me. We walked up and showed are new Homeland Security IDs. We entered the hanger and Dean got out his EMF. It seemed to be made out of a broken Walkman.

"Does that thing even work?" Sam commented. Dean ignored him and walked off.

"He's in a bad mood." Ky said. I nodded my head in agreement. I heard the EMF beeping and I walked up to where Dean was. He was at an emergency door. The handle was covered in a yellow powder.

"I'll take some of that." I said, scraping off some of the yellow powder. I wiped my hands on Sam's suit.

"Don't do that!" Sam said. We were about to get in an argument when the alarms went off. I heard loud footsteps coming closer.

"Shit." I muttered. We ran out the emergency door and ran to the security fence. I climbed up and helped Sam while Dean climbed by himself.

"Wow," Dean said. "These monkey suits do come in handy."

SPN********SPN

Jerry looked over the yellow powder. "It's sulfur." Jerry announced.

How could you not recognize the smell? You must be out of practice.

Shut up.

Hey, you were thinking the same thing, remember? I can hear anything you say or think. I am your mind.

Well, that's not creepy at all.

Dean stopped looking through the microscope and I checked it out. Yup, looks like sulur to me. I heard some crashes and shouts.

"If you fellows will excuse me," Jerry said. "I've got an idiot to fire." Jerry left the room and I kept looking.

"This is definitely sulfur. That would be a demon, right?" I asked.

"Yeah." Sam agreed.

"I'm not sure about that." Dean said. "This goes way beyond floating over a bed or barfing pea soup. I mean it's one thing to possess a person, but to use them to take down an entire airplane?"

SPN********SPN

"You find anything Sam?" I ask in the motel room.

"Well," He starts in a Sam-like fashion. "I've been looking up demon possession throughout world religions and it says here that Japanese demons can cause natural and man-made disasters."

"You think it's some kind of modernized Japanese demon? Demons can modernize killing?"

"Yes." Sam replied.

"That's frightening."

Oh, you have no idea, darling.

What do you... you know what? I really don't want to know.

That's true. You don't.

"Anyway, Flight #2485 might not be the first." Dean had a puzzled look on his face after Sam said that.

"I don't know man. This isn't our normal gig. I mean, demons, they don't want anything, just death and destruction for its own sake. I mean this is big and I wish dad was here." Dean said.

Ahh. How sweet. Little Dean misses his Daddy.

Shut up about my brother, Rapist Demon.

I got distracted from my... whatever was going on in my head when I heard the phone ringing.

"You know Chuck?" Jerry said over the phone. "One of the plane survivors?"

"Yeah?" Dean said. "Why."

"His plane crashed, near Nazareth."

"We'll try to ignore the irony in that." Dean responded. He hung up the phone.

"To Nazareth." I said dully.