Author's note: I do not own anything having to do with Supernatural, only Leah belongs to me. I'm skipping the 'Dead in the Water' episode and going right to 'Phantom Traveler' in hopes of building my Leah character and exploring her relationships with her family members. Don't worry I will be adding in my own chapters in between. Remember read and review!

Chapter 4

I woke up hearing the door to our motel room being closed. I quickly shot out of bed ready to attack whatever it was that was coming into the room.

"Morning sunshine," Sam smiled and I let out a sigh of relief.

"What time is it?" Dean grumbled not taking his head off the pillow.

"5:45," Sam answered as he handed me a coffee.

"In the morning? Screw that I'm going back to sleep," Dean moaned as he rolled over.

I grabbed a pillow off the bed and smacked Dean in the back with it repeatedly until he got up.

"What the fuck Leah?" he growled as he got up.

"If I have to be up at the crack of dawn so do you," I smiled at him even though I was getting death glares.

"No one would have to be up so early if you actually slept," Dean said turning to Sam.

"I got a few hours of sleep," Sam said shrugging his shoulders.

"Bull because I actually slept through the night which I haven't done since you came back on the road with us," I said sitting down on the bed and sipping my coffee. I swear us Winchesters would have an IV bag of coffee attached to us at all times if we could.

"Why haven't you been sleeping?" Sam asked concerned.

"I don't know Sam maybe it's because every night you have some sort of nightmare and I can feel you tossing and turning in the bed," I said and instantly mentally kicked myself seeing his face turn back into sorrow.

"I didn't know I was keeping you up," he sighed, "I'm sorry."

"Sammy I didn't mean it like that, I just meant I know you didn't sleep last night…I'm worried about you, we both are…right Dean?" I asked turning to look at Dean who had fallen back to sleep.

"Unbelievable," I mumbled as I got up and went to the bathroom filling a cup with cold water before walking back to Dean's bed and pouring it on his head.

"Leah what the fuck?!" he screamed as he jumped out of bed and Sam started laughing.

It had been awhile since I heard Sam laugh and if it meant pissing Dean off then that's what I would do.

"Thought you usually took a shower in the morning so I thought I would give you a head start," I laughed.

"Just remember payback is a bitch," Dean said as took off his wet t-shirt.

"Oooo, I'm scared," I mocked him.

He came over and tackled me onto the bed and started tickling me. I dropped my coffee in the process and started gasping for air.

"Dean…stop…De…I'm going…to…kill…you," I managed to get out. I hated being tickled and my brothers often took advantage of that.

"You know what I want to hear," Dean said as he continued to tickle me.

"Fine…" I said and he stopped tickling me so I could speak, "Dean Winchester is a God."

"And?" he asked threatening to tickle me again.

"And he is the best big brother ever," I said rolling my eyes and Sam just shook his head at us.

He finally got off of me and a stupid grin on his face. I went and took his coffee off the nightstand and finished it.

"Are you trying to piss me off this morning?" Dean yelled at me.

"You made me drop mine!" I exclaimed.

"When is the last time you got a good night's sleep?" Dean asked turning to Sam as he yawned.

"I don't know…it's been awhile I guess…it's not a big deal," Sam answered.

"Yeah it is," I said.

"Look I appreciate your concern…" Sam started.

"We aren't concerned about you but it's your job to keep our asses alive," Dean said pointing to him and me, "So we need you sharp."

"Are you still having nightmares about Jess?" I asked. I knew he was but I was hoping maybe if he talked about it maybe he would start to get over them.

"Yeah," he sighed and sat down on the bed next to me, "but it's not just that it's everything, I forgot how much this job gets to you."

"You can't let it, you can't bring it home like that," Dean said sitting on the bed opposite from us.

"So what, all this never keeps you up at night?" Sam asked.

"No," Dean answered.

"And you?" Sam asked turning to me.

"I'm never afraid Sammy," I smiled.

Sam shook his head and pulled out a knife from under Dean's pillow and a .45 from under mine.

"That's not fear that is precaution," Dean said taking his knife back.

"Leah a .45 really?" Sam asked waving it around.

"What I like to be prepared," I said and grabbed my gun back. I would never admit that I only ever felt completely safe when my dad was around. I know both Dean and Sam would die for me and I do trust them with everything I have and more but it was just different when my dad wasn't around.

"Alright whatever I'm too tired to argue," Sam sighed.

Dean's phone started ringing; I grabbed it off the nightstand and shrugged before tossing it to him. The caller ID said it was from an unknown number.

"Hello…oh right up in Pennsylvania that poltergeist thing, it's not back is it?...what is it…sure thing."

"Who was that?" I asked.

"Jerry Panowski, remember that job we helped him out with a couple years ago," Dean answered.

"Not really," I admitted. Sure I had no problem remembering exorcisms or lore on supernatural beings but names of people were never my strong suit.

"We've got a job so pack up," Dean said as he stood up and grabbed clean clothes out of his bag.

We got to the airport Jerry was working at and he greeted us outside.

"Thanks for making the trip so quick, I ought to be doing you guys a favor not the other way around," Jerry said as we followed him to his office, "Dean, Leah and your dad really helped me out."

"Yeah they told me, it was a poltergeist?" Sam asked.

"Damn right it was a poltergeist, it practically tore our house apart," he answered and then turned to Dean and myself, " I'll tell you something if it wasn't for you two and your dad I probably wouldn't be alive."

Dean and I just smiled in return.

"Your dad said you were off to college is that right?" Jerry asked turning back to Sam.

"Yeah I was, I'm taking some time off," Sam answered.

"Well he was real proud of you I could tell, you know he talked about you all the time," Jerry said.

"He did?" Sam asked shocked.

"Yeah you bet he did," Jerry answered and then turned to face Dean and I again, "Oh hey you know I tried to get a hold of him but I couldn't, how's he doing anyways?"

I subconsciously started playing with the charm on my necklace and Dean answered, "He's uh, wrapped up in a job right now."

"Well we are missing the old man but we get Sam, even trade huh?"

"No, not by a long shot," Sam answered.

"There's something I want you three to hear," Jerry said as we entered his office.

He put a CD into the player and played us the mayday call the pilot had made. It sounded like a normal call until we heard a loud growl at the end. The three of us looked at each other with confusion.

"It took off from here…crashed about 200 miles south. Now they are saying mechanical failure, cabin depressurized somehow nobody knows why. Over 100 people on board, only 7 got out alive. Pilot was one, Chuck Lambert, he is a good friend of mine…he's pretty broken up about it, he thinks it was his fault."

"You don't think it was," Sam stated.

"No I don't," Jerry said.

"Jerry we are going to need passenger manifests, a list of survivors, and is there anyway we can take a look at the wreckage?" I asked.

"The other stuff is no problem but the wreckage is locked down in an evidence warehouse, there's no way I've got that kind of clearance," Jerry answered.

"Not a problem," Dean answered and winked at me.

"Is he coming out anytime today?" Sam asked as he leaned against the car.

"He probably found some hot girl working in there and got side tracked," I answered.

We were waiting for Dean to come out of the copy shop, I knew what he was planning and that Sam would throw a fit if he knew so I stayed quiet. Finally Dean came out.

"You've been in there forever," Sam said as Dean made his way over to us.

"You can't rush perfection," he smiled and held up three cards.

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

"Well it's not something people have seen a million times," Dean answered.

"Come on Sammy it will be fun," I nudged his shoulder and he got into the car.

"Ok so what did you find out?" Dean asked as he handed back my new card and Sam his.

"Well there was definitely E.V.P. on the voice recorder, it said no survivors," Sam answered.

"Wait, wasn't there 7 survivors?" I asked leaning forward from the backseat so my head rested between their shoulders.

Sam shrugged and Dean asked, "So what are you thinking, haunted flight?"

"There's a long history of spirits and death omens attaching themselves to planes and ships," I said.

"Ok so survivors, which one do you want to talk to first?" Dean asked looking over the list.

"Third on the list, Max Jaffey," Sam answered.

"Why him?" Dean asked.

"Well for one he is from around here and two if anyone saw something weird he did," Sam answered.

"Ok…why him?" I asked sounding like a parrot.

"Well I spoke to his mother and she told me where to find him…RiverfrontPsychiatric Hospital," Sam answered.

"I don't understand I already spoke to homeland security," Max said as we walked through the grounds.

"Some new information has come up so if you could just answer a couple of questions," Dean said.

"So right before the plane went down, did you notice anything unusual?" Sam asked.

"Like what?" Max asked.

"Strange lights, weird noises…voices," Dean answered.

"No nothing," Max shook his head and took a seat at one of the tables.

"You checked yourself in here right…can I ask why?" Dean asked sitting down next to me.

"I was a little stressed, I survived a plane crash," he answered.

"And that's what terrified you…that's what you were scared of?" Dean asked.

"I don't want to talk about this anymore," Max said and started to get up.

I grabbed his hand, "I can't imagine what you are going through right now but we need to know what you saw when you were up there."

He sat back down and I held onto his hand ignoring the glares I was getting from Dean.

"No, no I was delusional…seeing things," he answered.

I leaned forward a little and rubbed my thumb in circles on the back of his hand, "It's ok, can you tell me what you thought you saw."

"There was this man and he had these eyes, these black eyes and I saw him…I thought I saw him…he opened the emergency exit door but that's impossible right? I mean I looked it up there is something like two tons of pressure on that door," he explained.

"This man did he appear and disappear sort of like a mirage?" Sam asked.

"What are you nuts? He was a passenger, he was sitting right in front of me," he answered.

"You were a big help," I said squeezing his hand one more time before we left.

"What the hell was that?" Dean shouted at me.

"What are you talking about? I got answers out of him that apparently you couldn't!"

"Some things never change still using your looks to get what you want," Sam sighed.

"What's that supposed to mean?" I asked turning to him.

"Are you telling me you didn't make out with the biology teacher in high school to get your test grade raised from a D to a B?" Sam asked back.

"You what?!" Dean yelled.

"Oh please," I answered rolling my eyes and changed the subject, "Why don't we go check out the wreckage next?"

"If we are going to go that route we have to look the part," Sam said.

We went into town and the boys went to get suits and dropped me off at a dress shop where I bought myself a black dress with matching black heels. We met up with each other on the sidewalk.

"Man, I look like one of the blues brothers," Dean complained.

"No you don't, you look more like a 7th grader at his first dance," Sam laughed.

"I hate this," Dean grumbled as he headed for the car.

"I love it…I look hot," I said spinning myself in a circle.

"Get in the car freckles," Sam said stopping me mid spin. He knew I hated that nickname; it's not my fault every time I step out in the sun I get covered in freckles. I used to wish they would all run together so I would have a nice tan.

"What's that?" Sam asked as we were walking around what was left of the plane.

"It's an EMF meter, it reads electromagnetic frequencies," Dean answered.

"I know what an EMF meter is but why does that look like a busted up walkman?" Sam asked.

"Because it is, it was mine until I told some chick Dean couldn't come to the phone because he was watching Oprah," I answered and started smiling at the memory.

"Like I always say, payback is a bitch little sister," Dean said as he swept the remaining parts of the plane.

"Check out the emergency door handle," Sam said pointing to a yellow powder.

"What the hell is that?" I asked scratching at it with my nail.

"I don't know," Sam answered and took a sample of it.

Just then we heard an alarm going off and ran out the back door. We realized we had to jump the fence. Dean threw his jacket over the barbed wire and hopped over.

"Guys wait I can't do this," I exclaimed.

"Just hop over you never have a problem with fences," Dean yelled from the other side.

"Umm hello…dress," I yelled back.

"Come here," Sam said with his hand out.

He boosted me over and Dean caught me in his arms with Sam jumping over right behind us.

"Thanks," I said as he put me down.

We headed back to Jerry's office to show him what we found.

"Well you three clean up nice," Jerry smiled and Sam handed him a little baggie that had some of the powder in it from the emergency door. Jerry took some of it and put it under a microscope.

"Hmmm…this stuff is covered in sulfur," he said looking through the lens.

"You sure?" Sam asked.

"Positive, excuse me I need to go fire an idiot," Jerry said as he left his office.

"Demonic possession?" I asked.

"It's one thing to possess a person but to use them to take down an entire plane…" Dean said.

"You ever heard of something like this before?" Sam asked.

I shook my head and Dean answered, "Never."

We went back to our motel room, changed into regular clothes which for me was camouflaged pants and a black t-shirt, and started doing research.

"So according to Japanese beliefs certain demons are behind certain disasters both supernatural and manmade. One causes earthquakes, one causes disease…" Sam said looking up from his laptop.

"And this one causes plane crashes?" I asked.

"So what we have a demon that has evolved with the times and found a way to ratchet up the body count?" Dean asked.

"I guess so, I mean who knows how many planes it has brought down before this one," Sam answered and Dean sighed.

"What?" I asked.

"I don't know this isn't a normal gig, I mean demons they don't want anything just death and destruction for its own sake. This is big…I just wish dad was here," Dean answered as he rubbed the back of his neck.

"Yeah me too," Sam answered.

I would give anything for my dad to be with us right now and to hear that my brothers felt the same way was somewhat comforting. I would never be able to explain to them how much I missed him and how worried I was.

"Hey you alright?" Dean asked as I held back a few tears.

Luckily I was saved by his phone ringing.

"Hello…oh hey Jerry…Jerry I'm sorry what happened…where did this happen…well try and ignore the irony in that…nothing, Jerry hang in there we will catch up with you soon."

"Another crash?" Sam asked.

"Yeah let's go," Dean answered.

"Where?" I asked.

"Nazareth."

We found more sulfur at the crash site for that plane as well but was really weird was that both planes had gone down exactly 40 minutes into the flight. After some more research we found six more flights within the last decade that also went down 40 minutes into the flight but there had never been any survivors until now. It was quickly decided that the demon was going after the survivors.

"I've called everyone on the survivor list the only one who is even thinking about flying anytime soon is Amanda Walker, the flight attendant," Sam said as we sped down the highway.

"So she is our only wild card?" I asked.

"Yeah but I just talked to her sister Karen, her flight leaves Indianapolis at 8pm tonight it's her first night back on the job," Sam answered.

"Well isn't that just our luck," I sighed.

"Call Amanda's cell phone again and see if we can head her off at the pass," Dean suggested.

"I've already left her three voice messages she must have turned her cell phone off," Sam answered.

"We aren't going to make it," I said sadly.

"Oh we will make it," Dean replied as he pressed down on the accelerator.

"They are boarding in thirty minutes," Sam read off the monitor once we got to the airport.

"Ok we still have some cards to play I need to find a phone," Dean said and we followed.

Dean tried to convince her anyway he could not to get on the plane but she ended up hanging up on him.

"Damn it," Dean yelled and started pacing.

"Ok time for plan B, we need to get on that plane and exorcise this demon," Sam said.

"Right, I'll go get our tickets," I said and started to walk away until Dean grabbed my arm.

"We aren't getting on that plane!" Dean whispered loudly.

"What's your problem?" I asked yanking my arm out of his grasp.

"I kinda have a problem with flying," he hesitantly admitted.

"Are you kidding me?" Sam asked.

"It's never really been an issue until now! Why do you think I drive everywhere?"

"Ok so wait here Sam and I will take care of this one," I offered.

"What?" Dean asked exasperated.

"Leah and I will do this one on our own," Sam said again.

"What are you nuts you said it yourself the plane is going to crash!"

"Dean, either we can all do it together or Sam and I can do this on our own, I'm not really seeing another option here," I said.

"Really?..." Dean whined.

We got our tickets and boarded the plane. Sam sat by the window, I was in the middle and Dean sat in the aisle seat.

"Are you humming Metallica?" I asked Dean.

"It calms me down," he answered and started humming again.

"Hey I get that you're nervous but you have to stay focused, we have 32 minutes to find out who it is possessing and exorcise it," Sam said leaning over me.

"Yeah on a crowded plane that's going to be easy," I mumbled earning jab to the side from Sam, "Ok so we need to find out who it is possessing."

"It's usually someone with some kind of weakness you know a chink in their armor that the demon can worm through like an addiction or emotional distress," Sam said.

"Well this is Amanda's first flight after the crash, if I were her I would be pretty messed up," I said.

"Alright well that's got to be Amanda back there so I'll go talk to her and get a read on her mental state," Dean said motioning to a flight attendant towards the back of the plane.

"What if she is already possessed?" Sam asked.

"There are ways to test that," Dean said pulling out a bottle of holy water.

"No," I said grabbing the bottle, "We can go more subtle, if she is possessed she will flinch at the name of God."

"Nice," Dean nodded and went to get up.

"Wait, make sure you say it in Latin," I said.

"I know," Dean replied.

"Hey," Sam called him back.

"What?"

"In Latin it's Cristo," Sam said.

"Dude, I know I'm not an idiot!" Dean said and then walked down the aisle.

Sam started flipping through our dad's journal to find an exorcism we could use while I laid my head back against the seat, closed my eyes and prayed. The idea of flying didn't scare me but the fact that this particular flight was going to crash in less than a half hour unless we did something terrified me.

"I thought you weren't scared of anything," Sam said jokingly and then got serious, "What's going on with you?"

"I'm fine Sam just want to get this job over with although it is kind of amusing to see Dean freaking out for once," I said.

"Be nice," Sam warned.

"I'm always nice," I replied and he rolled his eyes.

"Well she's got to be the most well adjusted person on the planet," Dean said as he sat back down.

"You said Cristo?" Sam asked.

"Yeah there's no demon in her…there's no demon getting in her," Dean replied.

"Great so it can be anyone…anywhere…" I sighed.

"Come on that can't be normal," Dean groaned as we hit a bit of turbulence.

"Hey relax it's just some turbulence," Sam said.

"Sam this plane is going to crash so stop treating me like I'm freaking four," Dean growled at him and I could see him starting to sweat.

"Listen to me," I said sternly as I put my hand on top of his, "If you panic you are wide open to demonic possession so you need to calm yourself down right now."

He went back to humming Metallica and I could tell he was actually scared because he didn't tell me to move my hand; instead he squeezed it every few seconds as if to make sure I was still there.

"I found an exorcism in here that I think is going to work," Sam said as he flipped through dad's journal, "it's two parts, the first part expels the demon from the victims body it makes it manifest which actually makes it more powerful. The second part sends the bastard back to hell once and for all."

"First things first we need to find it," Dean said.

Just then the co-pilot came out of the bathroom by where we were sitting and winked at me. It wasn't unusual for me to get attention from guys but something felt different to me.

"Cristo," I said loud enough for him to hear and he whipped his head back around showing the three of us his black eyes before returning to the cockpit.

"Holy shit," Dean said and squeezed my hand so hard I thought he was going to break it.

"Now what we have 12 minutes left," I said earning my hand yet another death grip.

"We go get Amanda's help, come on," Sam said motioning for Dean and me to follow him to the back of the plan.

"Not too bumpy for you I hope," she smiled as we stood in the galley.

"We need your help," I said.

"What can I do for you?" she asked.

"Look we know you were on flight 2485 and that something brought down that plane and that it wasn't mechanical failure," Sam said.

"I don't have time for this," she said and tried to walk around us.

"Listen the pilot, Chuck Lambert, is dead. Now that's two plane crashes in two months and if you don't want it to happen again you will get the co-pilot and bring him back here right now," I said pushing her back.

"How am I supposed to do that?" she asked.

"Do whatever it takes just get him back here and fast," I answered.

"You better be right about this," she said and then walked down the aisle and knocked on the door of the cockpit.

Sam was ready with dad's journal while Dean had the holy water and I had a roll of duct tape.

"What's the problem?" the co-pilot asked as he stepped through the curtain only to be answered by Dean punching him in the face and slamming him down to the ground. I quickly ran over and put the duct tape over his mouth.

"Amanda stay outside the curtain and don't let anyone back here no matter what you hear," I instructed and she obliged.

Dean doused him in holy water and his skin started to burn.

"Sammy start reading, I don't know how much longer we can hold him," Dean grunted as we tried to keep him down.

Sam started to recite the exorcism and the pilot threw Dean and me off of him. This time I was the one to throw the punch and Dean came back over and tried to hold him down. He ripped the tape off his mouth and grabbed Sam by the jacket.

"I know what happened to your girlfriend," he taunted, "She died screaming, even now she is burning."

Sam froze and a look of horror filled his face. Dean punched the co-pilot again.

"Sam snap out of it," I yelled.

He started reciting again and black smoke poured out of his mouth.

"Where did it go?" Sam asked.

"It's in the plane," I answered as the plane started falling.

Sam ran down the aisle trying to find dad's journal so he could finish the last part and I crawled my way over to Dean who was screaming and looked like he was going to have a heart attack. As soon as I got close enough he pulled me into a tight hug with one arm with he held onto the cabinet with the other hand. The plane finally leveled out, Dean let go of me and we both sat there for a minute trying to catch our breath. When we pulled the curtain back to look out into the plane we saw Sam kneeling in the middle of the aisle smiling. The pilot decided it was best to turn around and head back to the airport we had just left to get the plane checked out.

"Let's get out of here," Dean said as we exited the ramp and walked back into the airport.

"I think you broke my hand," I whined as I stretched out my fingers.

"Oh shut up," Dean replied lightly pushing me.

"Just remember payback is a bitch big brother," I said winking at him.

"Yeah, yeah," he said.

"Hey Sam you alright you've been awful quiet," I asked.

"Le it knew about Jessica."

"Sam, these things they read minds…they lie alright that's all it was," Dean tried.

"Yeah," Sam sighed.

I linked my arm with his as we walked back out to the car I knew he didn't believe a word Dean just said but I was hoping that he knew I would always be there for him.

"Nobody knows what you three did but I do, a lot of people could have been killed, your dad is going to be real proud," Jerry said shaking each of our hands.

"See ya around Jerry," Sam said.

"You know Jerry I meant to ask you how did you get my cell phone number anyway I've only had it for like six months," Dean asked.

"Your dad gave it to me," Jerry answered.

"What? When did you talk to him?" I asked.

"Well I didn't exactly talk to him but I called his number and his voice message said to give you a call," he answered and then walked back inside.

"That doesn't make any sense, I've called dad's number like fifty times it's been out of service," I admitted.

Dean pulled out his cell put it on speaker and called dad. It went straight to voicemail.

"This is John Winchester, I can't be reached. If this is an emergency call my son Dean 555-8976 or my daughter Leah 555-1160, they can help."