Phantom Traveler

It's been a long day for the toddler, and everyone knew she was getting tired because of how she was starting to act. Whiny and fits.

"Zo, don't touch that," Em told her. Zoella was trying to get into Jerry's magazines. Since the toddler always has on her little backpack, Em knew she had crayons or markers with her so she could "color" the top line "Plane Plans" magazines.

"I not," Zo spat back, folding her little arms. Dean turned to his daughter and raised a brow.

"Hey, watch your tone. Sit back and play with what you have," Dean said sternly.

"Buts–"

"No buts, Zoella Claire."

The child did as she was told, she sat back in her sit but she started to cry.

Emilia knew that Jerry was trying to focus on figuring out the residue the boys brought back from the warehouse. "Sorry," Em whispered as she picked Zo up to soothe her tears. The girl laid her head on her mother's shoulder, and Em could already feel her dozing off.

Jerry looked at the yellow stuff through a microscope; what the microscope shows is replicated on a screen for a close up.

"Huh. This stuff is covered in sulfur." Jerry concluded.

"You're sure?" Sam asked.

"Take a look for yourself." Banging sounds from outside the office, which woke Zo back up.

"Son of a bitch," Em whispered.

"You effin' piece of crap!" A man could be heard saying outside the door.

Jerry shook his head, "If you all will excuse me, I have an idiot to fire." As Jerry left the room, Dean motioned Emilia over so she can look into the microscope. He grabbed his daughter from her, the little girl quickly found comfort in her father's arms.

Em examined the residue. "Hmm. You know, there's not too many things that leave behind a sulfuric residue."

"Demonic possession?" Sam asked, looking between Dean and Em.

"It would explain how a mortal man would have the strength to open up an emergency hatch," Dean said.

"If the guy was possessed, it's possible."

"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?"

Sam sat there for a moment. "You two ever heard of something like this before?"

"Never. Em?"

Emilia shook her head. "I don't think so." She leaned against the counter. "We should go do some research, pick up some food, get baby girl to bed."

Dean glanced at his daughter who was fast asleep on his shoulder. "Yeah, gotta get my baby wrapped up in a blanket."

~Supernatural~

Dean, Em and Sam were in full research mode, with images and articles taped to the walls and strewn across the bed.

Sam was looking at something on the computer. Dean was reading something on one bed while sitting on the other. He glanced behind him to see Zoe still asleep.

Em came out of the bathroom with a book in her hand.

"So, every religion in every world culture has the concept of demons and demonic possession, right? I mean Christian, Native American, Hindu, you name it." Sam voiced to the two hunters.

"Yeah, but none of them describe anything like this." Dean said as he leaned away from his book.

Em walked over to Sam and looked at his computer screen. "Well, that's not exactly true. You see according to Japanese beliefs, certain demons are behind certain disasters, both natural and man-made." Em said after reading the first paragraph of an article Sam had up.

"One causes earthquakes, another causes disease." Sam chimed in.

"And this one causes plane crashes?" Dean got up from his seat. "All right, so, what? We have a demon that's evolved with the times and found a way to ratchet up the body count?"

"Yeah. You know, who knows how many planes it's brought down before this one?" Sam replied. Dean snorted as he turned away.

"What?" Sam and Em asked in unison.

"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. This is big. And I wish Dad was here." Em walked over to give her boyfriend a comforting hug. Dean wrapped his arms around her.

"Yeah. Me too." Sam mumbled.

Dean's phone started to ring and he answered it.

"Hello?" Dean answered. Em have him a small smile before walking over to her sleeping daughter. "Oh, hey, Jerry. Wha—Jerry, I'm sorry. What happened? Where'd this happen? I'll try to ignore the irony in that. Nothing. Jerry, hang in there, all right? We'll catch up with you soon." Dean hung up the phone.

"Another crash?" Sam asked.

"Yeah. Let's go." Dean told him.

"Where?" Sam asked as he gathered his things.

"Nazareth."

"How ironic," Em mumbled as she placed a warmer blanket over Zo's little body. Dean nearly forgot about Em and Zo.

"Uh, Babe–"

"I know. I'm staying with her. You guys go, keep me posted."

Dean motioned for Sam to wait outside. Sam nodded and left the room. Em folded her arms. Dean walked towards her.

"I know I promised to kick back–"

"Dean," Em chuckled. "You're a hunter, I knew that promise wasn't going to last long. Just be sure to kiss her before you leave" Em walked into the bathroom and closed the door.

Dean sighed, he walked over to his daughter and kissed her forehead. He grabbed his keys and walked out of the door.

~Supernatural~

Em was making sure all bags were packed so they could just leave once this case was closed.

Zo picked at the chicken nuggets on her plate. She seemed sad and uninterested. Em immediately picked up her mood.

"Zoe bug, what's wrong?"

The little looked at her mother. "I had a bad dweam"

Emilia sighed. "It happens. I'm sorry. What was it about? Monsters?"

Zoe shook her head. "Papa was in a bad place, he was on a gate and he's was scweaming!"

The mother opened her arms, signalling for the child to cuddle up to her. "I know you're worried about your grandpa, but we're gonna find him. And he's gonna be just fine."

"Pwomise?"

Em smiled, she really didn't want to verbally promise that everything was gonna be just fine. She knew in the hunting business, anything could happen.

"Let's watch some TV, shall we?" Em picked you the remote to turn the television on. The channel was already on the news, she immediately recognized the plane crash.

"Two dead, several injured," The news lady stated as she stood in front of the crash site. "Airplane Pilot Chuck—"

Emilia's eyes widen. "Chuck?" She got up from her bed and walked over to her notes from earlier. "No survivors..."

She quickly pulled out her cellphone and dialed Dean's number. He instantly picked up.

"Yeah? Is everything alright?"

"No survivors. That other girl who survived the crash...if she gets on a plane, it'll crash. The fucking demon wants to finish the job. Pick me and Zo up."

She hung up the phone and grabbed Zoe's jacket. "Come here, baby. Daddy's gonna pick us up soon."

~Supernatural~

Dean was driving. Sam and Emilia were on the phone, trying to get in touch with surviving victims. Rush's "Working Man" played on the radio.

"Really? 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."

Sam hung up the phone. "All right. That takes care of Blaine Sanderson and Dennis Holloway. They're not flying anytime soon."

"Chris Thomas and Jennifer Richards, ain't flying either," Emilia said as she hung up her phone as well.

"So our only wildcard is the flight attendant Amanda Walker."

"Right. Her sister Karen said her flight leaves Indianapolis at eight pm. It's her first night back on the job."

"I can't believe she's going back to work so soon," Em stated as she leaned back in her seat.

"That sounds like just our luck." Dean said sarcastically.

"Dean, this is a five-hour drive, man, even with you behind the wheel," Sam said.

"Call Amanda's cellphone again, see if we can't head her off at the pass."

"I already left her three voice messages."

"And I left two. She must have turned her cellphone off." Emilia told the both of them.

"God, we're never gonna make it." Sam was discouraged.

Dean refused to give up that easy. "We'll make it."

As he sped up, Zoella in the backseat started giggling as she said "weeee" to the speed.