PHANTOM TRAVELLER
Evie's POV
I rolled over and snuggled closer to Dean laying my head on his back but my eyes opened when the door creaked open and felt Dean tense underneath me meaning he was awake too and his hand just slightly moved further under the pillow for the knife he always slept with but we looked up and saw Sam standing there with three coffees in his hands.
"Morning sunshine's" I groaned rolling over again taking the sheet with me, I was in no mood for this having barely gotten any sleep last night.
"What time is it?" Dean asked him.
"It's about 5:45" Sam replied sounding all sunshine and rainbow like.
"You say morning, I'm gonna kill you" I argued throwing the covers over my head.
"Yep" I growled out angrily.
"That better be a double shot expresso Sam" I sat up since getting back to sleep was gonna be next to impossible.
"It's standard black" I frowned taking it anyway as Dean looked up at him.
"Did you grab any sleep last night?"
"I grabbed a couple of hours" Sam replied but I looked up knowing that was a lie.
"Liar" I remarked. "Cause I was up at three and you we're watching the George Foreman infomercial"
"Hey what can I say, its riveting TV" he seemed way too perky to be natural considering Dean and I were exhausted and not for the fun reason from staying up all night having sex since we barely did that with Sam with us.
"When's the last time you slept?" Dean asked sitting up on his side of the bed and I couldn't help smile at the sexy way his hair was sticking up in places, there is nothing sexier than Dean's bedhead.
"Don't know a little while I guess, it's not a big deal"
"Yeah it is" Dean and I replied at the same time before I took another sip of my coffee.
"Look I appreciate the concern-"
"Oh I'm not concerned about you, it's your job to keep my ass alive so I need you sharp"
"Hey I thought I was the one keeping that ass alive" I remarked and Dean looked over at me with a smirk.
"It is Shortstack but not the same way" he replied with a wink.
"Ew you two are disgusting" I laughed at Sam's protest.
"Gotta keep young somehow" I replied hiding my smile into my coffee cup.
"Seriously, you still having nightmares about Jess?" Dean asked him all joking aside and Sam sighed before taking a seat on the other bed.
"Yeah" he admitted and I looked up in surprise that he'd actually admitted it this time. "But it's not just her, it's everything" he added handing Dean his coffee. "I just forgot you know, this job…man it gets to you" I nodded moving and sat beside Dean.
"You can't let it, you can't bring it home like that" I looked up at Dean shaking my head, even the littlest of things can get to you in this line of work.
"So what all this, it never keeps you up at night?" Sam asked him and I looked up amused knowing Dean's next reply was a lie and he proved me right by shaking his head. "Never, you're never afraid?"
"No, not really" Dean shrugged and Sam scoffed reaching under Dean's pillow and pulled out the blade. "That's not fear" Dean argued grabbing it. "That is precaution" he held it up.
"Alright whatever, I'm too tired to argue" Sam replied so I reached over and squeezed his hand just as Dean's phone rang.
"What the hell, who's calling at five in the morning?" I exclaimed as Dean grabbed it and saw an unknown number so he flicked it up and answered it.
"Hello?" I didn't hear the reply. "Oh right…yeah" I shook my head confused. "Up in Kittanning, Pennsylvania, the poltergeist thing, it's not back is it?" wait Kittanning…poltergeist, why did that sound familiar. "Well what is it?" I hated only hearing one side of a conversation. "Sure, where and when?" he gestured for paper so I grabbed my journal and he wrote down an address. "Okay I'll get there as soon as I can" he hung up.
"What was that about?" I asked.
"You remember Jerry Panowski?" he asked looking at me and I thought for a moment before I remembered and nodded.
"Yeah, the poltergeist, my first hunt with you guys" I replied and saw Sam look at me.
"You hunted a poltergeist straight out of the gate?" I rolled my eyes.
"It wasn't exactly my first rodeo Sammy since I went hunting with my Dad once or twice but yeah it was my first hunt with Dean and your Dad, what did he want?" I asked turning back to Dean.
"I don't know said he wanted to talk in person, so get ready we leave in an hour" I rolled my eyes but nodded sculling the rest of my coffee since it was mostly cold now then stood up and headed for the bathroom first.
I closed the door and stripped down before getting in the shower turning it on and smiled at the water falling down my body washing away everything but heard the door creak open not five minutes later and a body slipped in behind me.
"I don't remember inviting you in?" I asked not turning back.
"You didn't but we don't get any time together anymore" I smiled leaning back against his front as he started massaging my sides and slid them up to cup my breasts. "I swear Sammy is worse than Dad, at least we could steal quiet moments when the old man slept since he was always dead to the world" I nodded moaning as his hands worked their magic.
I always tried not to think about how Dean got so good at sex but with the things we could do…it made me wonder how many women he's actually slept with since he would never give me a straight answer and I'd stopped asking not really wanting to know but with my lack of…experience from being a virgin before getting with him and him being the one to break it I always felt inadequate compared to him and never knew if he was pleased enough.
"Where's your pretty head drifting Eve?" I smiled opening my eyes cause he only ever called me Eve when we we're alone or he was worried.
"Nowhere important" I turned wrapping my arms around his shoulders leaning up to capture his lips in a slow but passionate dance as he grabbed my waist lifting me up to wrap my legs around his waist.
"Good because we got 10 minutes"
"Mm plenty of time" I replied moving my hands up into his hair and pulled back making him growl seductively before I felt a hand trace down between us and find its way into my folds making me buck against him.
"So wet for me" I blushed as usual and he smiled. "Still my innocent little virgin" I rolled my eyes moving my lips back to his.
"My virginity left the building a long time ago Dean"
"Ten months, sixteen days to be exact" I leaned back looking at him in shock.
"You actually remember the exact date?" he smiled nodding his head.
"You never forget your first" I scoffed since it was my first not his.
"I'm pretty sure it was my first, not yours" I replied holding back a moan since he hadn't let up on his torturous finger work.
"In a way it kind of was, you we're my first virgin" my eyes widened looking at him in shock.
"You're serious?" he nodded moving to kiss my lips and I kissed back for a second before leaning back. "How did I not know that?"
"Cause we don't talk about my sex-life before you remember?" I nodded then whined when his fingers pulled out of me but it was soon replaced with his tip. "You ready for me?" I rolled my eyes but nodded and he pushed in making me moan out dropping my head against his shoulder, Dean filled me perfectly and he always hit the perfect spot.
I had to bite into his shoulder to keep quiet since Sam was just on the other side of the door and even though he probably knew this was gonna happen as soon as Dean came in I still found it uncomfortable to say the least.
"Oh god…Evie" I smiled kissing his neck before leaving kisses up his jaw before capturing his lips again as he started moving us and with him hitting the right angle every time it was hard to keep quiet especially when we both hit our peeks.
We finally got out and got dressed with me pulling on a pair of dark ripped skinny jeans, red singlet and pulled on one of Dean's flannel shirts since all mine we're in need of a wash, I walked out of the bathroom to see Dean was already dressed and ready to go as well as Sam so they we're waiting on me.
"Isn't that mine?" Dean asked looking over at me and I smirked.
"Yep, mine are all dirty so it's mine now" I packed up the last of my stuff putting my journal on the top before zipping up my bag then swung it over my shoulder. "Now we going or what?" I was out the door without even waiting for them to catch up.
We got to the address Dean had written down pretty fast and we walked in seeing Jerry waiting for us and he lead us into the back and I was surprised when he started telling us he was working with airplanes now.
"Thanks for making the trip so fast, I ought to be doing you guys a favor, not the other way around" I smiled since I'd always liked Jerry. "Dean and your Dad really helped me out" he added looking at Sam then turned and seemed to finally notice me. "That can't be little Evelyn?" I smiled as he pulled me into a hug.
"Nice to see you too Jerry"
"Wow, you've grown into a beautiful young lady" I heard Dean scoff so I turned and hit his arm making Jerry laugh. "You two still messing around"
"Not as much" I replied taking Dean's hand and Jerry smiled.
"Your Dad owes me fifty bucks, I said there was something between the pair of ya's but he was adamant that you two we're purely platonic but I could see it all those years ago" Dean and I smiled. "You two we're quite a big help on the last hunt"
"Uh yeah, they told me, it was a poltergeist?" Sam replied as we continued walking through the construction site to his office.
"Poltergeist, I love that movie" one of the employees stopped working and smiled at us.
"Hey nobody's talking to you, keep walking" Jerry said and I smiled biting back a laugh when I saw Dean smiling. "Damn right it was a Poltergeist, practically tore our house apart, tell you something if it wasn't for you, Evelyn and your Dad I wouldn't be alive" Sam looked over at us and Dean and I smirked since this proved we weren't as doomed without him as Sam liked to believe, even if I didn't do much that hunt but research and helped burn the bones since John wouldn't let me do much given it was my first hunt with them and he didn't know what my abilities were.
"And Jerry I said last time, it's just Evie, the only ones who still call me Evelyn is my Dad and John"
"Sorry Evie" I nodded then watched him turn to Sam again. "Your Dad said you were off to college, is that right?"
"Yeah I was but I'm taking some time off" Sam replied vaguely.
"He was real proud of you I could tell, he talked about you all the time"
"He did?" Sam asked him in disbelief.
"Yeah, you bet he did" Jerry replied looking at Sam then turned to Dean and me. "You know I tried to get ahold of him but I couldn't, how's he doing anyway?" Dean looked over at me and Sam.
"He's uh…wrapped up in a job right now"
"Well we're missing the old man but we get Sam and Evel…Evie, even trade, huh?"
"No, not by a long shot" Sam argued so I slapped his arm.
"Ouch Sammy, are you doubting my mad skills?" I remarked faking hurt but he just laughed and shouldered me away making me laugh as well and shake my head.
"I got something I want you guys to hear" Jerry cut in laughing at us as he opened the door to his office.
We all fit into Jerry's office but there was only two chairs so Sam and Dean both sat down without even acknowledging me and I threw my hands up but Dean suddenly grabbed my waist and pulled me to land in his lap and Jerry smiled at this before putting a tape into a recorder.
"I listened to this, well sounded like something up your alley, normally I wouldn't have access to this it's cockpit voice recorder for United Britannia Flight 2485, it was one of ours" he pressed play.
'Mayday, mayday, repeat…this is United Britannia Flight 2485 requesting immediate instructions and help' I looked up at Sam and he was concentrating hard on the recording since there was a lot of static and that usually meant a ghost interference.
'United Britannia Flight 2485, we copy your mayday'
'We may be experiencing some kind of mechanical failure…' the voices cut out and there was a loud demonic hiss that had me looking up and sharing looks with the boy's.
"Took off from here, crashed about 200 miles south, now they're saying mechanical failure, cabin depressurized somehow, nobody knows why, over 100 people on board only seven got out alive" my eyes widened in shock. "Pilot was one, his name's Chuck Lambert, he's a good friend of mine, Chuck is uh…well he's pretty broken up about it, like it was his fault" Jerry explained.
"You don't think it was?" Sam asked him.
"No, I don't"
"Jerry, we're gonna need passenger manifest, a list of survivors-"
"And any way we could look at the wreckage?" Dean asked him cutting Sam off.
"The other stuff is no problem but the wreckage…the NTSB has locked it down in an evidence warehouse, no way I've got that kind of clearance" Jerry expressed and I frowned but Dean nodded nonchalantly.
"No problem" he finally replied a slight smirk on his face and I knew that look all too well, he was planning something.
We left Jerry and got to work, Sam and I were leaning against the Impala outside of Copy Jack while Dean was inside, I'm guessing he was making matching ID's for the three of us and when he finally came out a lady was just walking in and he stopped to have a look making me roll my eyes especially when he mouthed 'wow' before coming towards us.
"You've been in there forever" Sam protested.
"You can't rush perfection" Dean replied holding up three ID cards, I took one and studied it carefully.
"Homeland security?" I asked my voice barely above a whisper. "That's pretty illegal Dean, even for us"
"Yeah well it's something new, you know people haven't seen it a thousand times" I rolled my eyes at Dean as he walked around getting into the Impala so Sam and I followed suit. "Alright, so what do you two geniuses got?"
"Well there's definitely E.V.P on the cockpit voice recorder" I replied and Dean looked up.
"Yeah?" I nodded.
"Listen" I reached over Sam and pressed play on his computer which we'd worked on this one together.
'No Survivors' the voice said in a creepy voice.
"'No survivors'?" Dean asked looking up at us. "What's that supposed to mean, there we're seven survivors"
"Got me" Sam shrugged.
"So what do you guys think, a haunted flight?"
"There's a long history of spirits and death omens on planes and ships, like phantom travelers or remember flight 401?" Sam replied and I smiled, he was literally our walking, talking encyclopedia of random but useful facts.
"Right, the one that crashed, the airline salvaged the parts and put in other planes, the spirit of the pilot and co-pilot haunted those flights" I replied.
"Right" Sam smiled back at me.
"You're not the only smart-one Sammy" Dean looked at us.
"You're both air-heads of facts" I rolled my eyes then shrugged.
"Maybe we got a similar deal"
"Alright so survivors, who do you wanna talk to first?"
"Third on the list, Max Jaffe" Sam replied pointing it out from the list of survivors Jerry had given us.
"Why him?" Dean asked looking down at the list in his hand.
"Well for one, he's from around here and two, if anyone saw anything weird, he did"
"What makes you say that?" Dean asked turning to Sam confused.
"Well I spoke to his mother and she told me where to find him" Dean gave him another confused stare. "Riverfront, psychiatric hospital" I groaned because that was just perfect.
We made our way to the hospital and showed off our new Homeland Security badges asking to see Max and they let us straight in to which Dean winked at us and muttered a 'told you' as we were lead out to the garden and to Max asking him about what he'd seen.
"I don't understand, I already spoke with Homeland Security" Max argued looking me up and down but quickly looked away when he caught Dean's not so subtle glare so I jerked my elbow into his side because while working we weren't a couple and he had to act like we we're partners only.
"Right, some new information has come up, so if you could just answer a couple of questions" I replied turning back to Max begging him to trust us with my eyes. "Just before the plane went down, did you see anything unusual?"
"Like what?"
"Strange lights, weird noises maybe…voices?" Dean asked him and Max looked at him and straight away I could tell he had seen something but was choosing not to say anything.
"No, nothing" he replied as we took a seat at one of the tables.
"Mr Joffey-"
"Jaffe" Max corrected Dean.
"Jaffe, you checked yourself in here, right?" Dean asked correcting himself but I knew he'd said the kids name wrong on purpose, Max nodded. "Can I ask why?"
"I was a little stressed, I survived a plane crash" Max replied as if it's obvious.
"Uh huh and that's what terrified you?" I kicked Dean's leg under the table. "That's what you we're afraid of?" he continued ignoring my signal for him to shut up but he did glare at me.
"I…I don't want to talk about this anymore" Max stuttered and I looked back to him with sympathy.
"See, I think maybe you did see something up there, we need to know what" I turned back to Dean with a glare, pressing this kid wasn't going to get us answers it was only going to cause a nervous breakdown.
"No, no I was delusional, seeing things" Max replied getting angry.
"Oh he was seeing things" Dean repeated incredulously to me and Sam and I gave him a look before turning back to Max.
"It's okay, then just tell us what you thought you saw, please" I cut in giving him a gentle look, he met my eyes then sighed.
"There was this man and uh…he had these…eyes, these uh…black eyes" my eyes widened and I sat back in my seat sharing a look with Sam and Dean. "And I saw him or I thought I saw him…" he trailed off staring down at the table.
"What?" Dean pressed.
"He opened the emergency exit but that's…that's impossible right?" I couldn't meet his eyes because all this, the black eyes, strength, it all lead to a demon. "I mean I looked it up, there's something like two tons of pressure on that door"
"Yeah" Dean shrugged and he kneed my leg making me look up and meeting his worried eyes with a worried look of my own.
"This man uh…did he seem to appear and disappear rapidly, it would look something like a mirage?" Sam questioned and Max looked at him like he was crazy.
"What are you nuts, he was a passenger, he was sitting right in front of me" he replied and I sighed because again that sounded demon possession to me but I wasn't going to say anything until we had absolute proof since the boys don't even know about my connection to demons given one is the reason my mother is dead before I even got the chance to know or remember her.
We followed the new lead to this guy who supposedly opened the air-lock door but the whole drive over here I was silent trapped in my head and I noticed Dean staring back at me, he could tell something was wrong with me but I wasn't ready to talk yet.
"So here we are, George Phelps, seat 20C"
"Mm I don't care how strong you are" Dean replied getting out with Dean following him. "Even yoked up on PCP or something, no way you can open up an emergency door during a flight"
"Not if you're human" Sam replied and I sighed getting out and looked up at the house. "But maybe this guy George was something else, some kind of creature maybe, in human form?"
"Does that look like a creatures lair to you?" Dean replied then turned to me. "What do you think Shortstack?"
"I don't know" I shrugged and saw Dean frown at me.
"Let's find out?" Sam proceeded to say and they headed up with me lagging behind them, we knocked and George's widowed wife let us in after we said we we're Homeland Security, Sam and Dean took a seat but I stayed standing. "This is your late husband?" Sam asked picking up a photo of George.
"Yes that was my George" she replied voice laced with sadness and I did feel sorry for her especially since if I was right, something took her husband from her just like my mother was taken from me.
"And you said he was a dentist?" Dean asked, she nodded.
"He was headed to a convention in Denver" she replied and I gave her a sympathetic look. "Do you know that he was petrified of flying?" I looked down at Dean with a small look knowing they shared that fear but no one knew that about Dean but me. "For him to go like that"
"How long we're you married?" Sam asked leaning forward putting on his best puppy dog look.
"Thirteen years" she replied with a small but still sad smile.
"And all that time did you ever notice anything strange about him, anything out of the ordinary?" Sam asked and her eyes flicked between us and I leaned forward since maybe I was wrong and this was a creature we were dealing with.
"Well he had acid reflux, if that's what you mean" the boys and I shared a look before thanking her for her time and we left.
"I mean it goes without saying, it just doesn't make any sense" Sam said as we walked down the steps back to the Impala.
"Yeah, a middle aged dentist with an ulcer is not exactly evil personified, you know we need to get inside that NTSB warehouse, check out the wreckage" I sighed looking at them with a smile.
"Okay but if were gonna go that route, we better look the part" they looked at me confused and I rolled my eyes with another smile. "Come on boys" we got in the car and I led them to a men's suit store and ushered them in explaining to the fitting lady exactly what we needed then left them to it and crossed the street to a woman's business attire and brought my own set of clothes wearing them out of the store.
I ended up with a white shirt with three quarter sleeves, a black pencil skirt and blazer paired with some black pumps which were just horrible shoes to walk in but my combat boots would look god awful with this attire.
I walked back over to the Impala dumping my other clothes into my bag then turned and saw the boys walking out of the store and I couldn't hold in the laugh at Dean, he looked so awkward but cute at the same time, where Sam at least knew how to wear a suit, I gave a wolf whistle as they approached and Dean glared at me.
"I look like one of the Blues Brothers" I smiled walking over and fixed the collar and tie.
"No, you don't"
"She's right, you look more like a seventh grader at his first-dance"
"Don't listen to him Dean, you look handsome" I replied glaring at Sam's teasing then they both looked over at me and their eyes widened seeing what I was wearing for the first time. "One word and I'll shoot you both in the dicks" I glared but Dean pulled me to him and kissed me, my eyes widened in surprise before melting into it then remembered we we're supposed to be professional and pushed him off. "Dean not here" he smirked.
"We're getting our own room tonight and your wearing that"
"Aw come on guys, I don't wanna hear that crap" Sam protested covering his ears and walked away.
"I do hate this thing though" Dean protested fidgeting with his tie so I smacked his hand away and fixed it myself.
"You want into that warehouse or not?" Sam asked having overheard him and I smiled as we watched Dean fidget as we walked to the Impala and we got in but as we pulled down the street Dean turned to me.
"You gonna be able to run in those things, Shortstack?" I scoffed and rolled my eyes.
"This ain't my first rodeo with running in heels Dean-O"
"I've never seen you wear heels once, so should I even ask what you do when your alone?" I laughed shaking my head at Dean.
"I had a life before you two bozo's"
"You we're two" Sam argued and I rolled my eyes again.
"I meant before I hunted with Dean and John ya Idjit, let's just say before that when my father went to sleep, I snuck out and hit up the bars of Sioux Falls and that's all you's are getting"
"Aww our little Evie isn't as innocent as we thought" I glared at Sam and smacked the back of his head.
"Just cause I was a party girl in my youth don't mean I was a slut, Samuel" he turned glaring at the use of his full name, he hated it as much as I hated mine. "Besides if you really want to know your brother was my de-flower" Dean looked up with wide eyes that I'd admitted it but I didn't care, it was only Sam.
"You…argh I don't want to know that" Sam finally stuttered and avoided eye contact with us both making me smile as I leant back in my seat.
A few minutes later we arrived at the warehouse and are allowed in after showing our fake badges and I could tell Dean was ecstatic that we weren't caught and they believed his handywork, we walked into the room and it barely resembled a plane, it was just parts scattered across the room, destroyed and burned, we started walking around looking at the bits and pieces before Dean pulled out his newest toy, he put the earbuds into his ears and turned it on.
"What is that?" Sam asked.
"It's an EMF meter" Dean replied looking back at him. "Reads electromagnetic frequencies"
"Yeah I know what an EMF meter is but why does that one look like a busted-up Walkman?" Sam asked and Dean looked up with a proud smirk on his face.
"Cause that's what I made it out of, it's homemade" I laughed at Dean as he held it up.
"Yeah, I can see that" Dean's grin slipped so I walked up and hit the back of Sam's head since Dean looked so proud of himself for making that thing.
"I think it's awesome babe"
"At least someone appreciates it!" Dean exclaimed at Sam.
"She's biased"
"Hey!" I argued as we both glared at Sam then turned and Dean started waving the EMF over the parts of the plane before it started going off near the handle of the emergency door.
"Check out the emergency-door handle" Dean told Sam and he scratched his finger across the yellow residue. "What is this stuff?" I copied him sniffing it and my eyes widened, Sulfur, damnit it is a demon, Sam was about to take a sample but I stopped him.
"It's sulfur" I informed them and they looked at me.
"Are you sure?" Sam asked almost in disbelief.
"100 percent positive, I'm the daughter of Bobby Singer, I know shit like this" I answered spitefully and they looked at me in surprise but Sam ended up taking a sample anyway making me roll my eyes.
"Come on, let's go" Dean said and we left out the back entrance walking causally but the alarm suddenly started going off so we broke out into a run.
We reached the gate and Dean threw his jacket over the barbed wire and I took off my heels throwing them over before jumping up and the boy's helped me over the top before we all jumped down and I quickly picked up the heels as Dean grabbed his jacket.
"Wow, these monkey suits do come in handy" Dean declared before we kept running all the way to the Impala and got in with Dean speeding away quickly and I laughed looking back at the warehouse.
"That was fun" I laughed and Sam looked back at me with a strange look.
"Running from Homeland Security is fun?" I shrugged looking up at him with a smile.
"Police, FBI, Secret Service, it's all the same if you ask me, the thrill of the chase" I laughed and he shook his head looking at me like I was crazy while Dean gave me an amused look.
"You're crazier than me Shortstack but hey, I keep you around because of it"
"Hey who said it's you who keeps me around, what if I'm the one keeping you around Dean-O"
"Let's see, I'm the one with a car, money, arsenal-" I rolled my eyes at him.
"Okay we get it but I could ditch your ass if I wanted"
"Whatever you think Evie" he chuckled and I sulkily sat back in my seat as we drove to inform Jerry on what we found and Sam had him test the sample he'd taken.
"Huh…this stuff is covered in sulfur" I looked up with a smile and hit Sam's arm.
"See I told you, ya Idjit"
"You're sure" Sam asked looking at Jerry and I crossed my arms glaring at him.
"Take a look for yourself" Jerry replied just as we heard yelling from outside his office. "If guys will excuse me, I have an idiot to fire" I laughed as Jerry left and I heard him yelling.
"I like Jerry" I muttered and Dean smiled before going around and took a look at the sample himself.
"Hm, you know there's not too many things that leave sulfuric residue" Dean spoke up and I sighed looking back at him.
"Demonic possession?" he looked up then nodded.
"It would explain how a mortal man would have the strength to open an emergency hatch" Dean replied and I frowned taking a seat.
"If the guy was possessed, it's possible" Sam replied looking up at Dean.
"Yeah but 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?"
"You ever heard of something like this before?" Sam asked him.
"Never" Dean replied and again I stayed silent since I still didn't know enough about demons even though I reckon I knew more than these two but I really didn't want to deal with this case, it was too close to home for me.
We left heading to a motel to research and as soon as we got in I laid down on the bed while Sam got to work researching stuff on his computer sitting at the table and Dean laid down next to me laying his head on my lap and started reading something while I flicked through my journal hoping for some Bobby Singer fatherly wisdom given he's studied demon's my entire life and I was in half-mind to call him but I knew he wouldn't want me messing around with demon hunt's and would probably order me to leave it well enough alone.
"So every religion in every world has the concept of demons and demonic possession right?" Sam suddenly spoke up making me look up. "I mean, Christian, Native American, Hindu, you name it"
"Yeah but none of them describe anything like this" Dean replied looking up too.
"Well that's not exactly true" I cut in and sat up forcing Dean to do as well. "I know according to Japanese beliefs certain demons are behind certain disasters, both natural and man-made, one causes earthquakes, another causes disease" I replied and saw them give me incredulous looks but didn't say anything.
"Well this one causes plane crashes?" Dean spoke up in disbelief. "Alright, so what we have a demon that's evolved with the times and found a way to ratchet up the body count?"
"Yeah" Sam and I mumbled at the same time.
"And you know, who knows how many planes it's brought down before this one?" Sam added but I turned to Dean seeing his snort and shuffle.
"What?" I questioned him.
"I don't know Evie, this isn't our normal gig, demon's don't want anything, just death and destruction for its own sake, this is big and I wish Dad was here" he admitted scratching his head
"Yeah, me too" Sam replied and I frowned because that was the most sentimental they'd both got about their missing father, I looked up when Dean's phone rang and he answered it.
"Hello?" I looked back down at my journal which was flipped to the back page and I stared down at my mother. "Oh hey Jerry" I looked up curious then watched Dean's eyes widened. "Wha…Jerry I'm so sorry, what happened?" I frowned standing up even more curious. "Where'd this happen…I'll try to ignore the irony in that" I rolled my eyes at Dean. "Nothing, Jerry hang in there alright, we'll catch up with you soon" he hung up.
"Another crash?" Sam asked him.
"Yeah let's go"
"Where?" I asked him.
"Nazareth" he replied and I rolled my eyes.
We drove to.
Nazareth to check out the crash then went straight to Jerry's office and he checked over the latest sample we'd taken from this crash but again I already knew it was sulfur and Jerry just confirmed it again.
"Well that's great" Dean remarked turning to us. "Alright, so that's two plane crashes including Chuck Lambert, this demon sounds like it was after him" I frowned and shook my head.
"With all due respect to Chuck if that's the case, that would be the good news" I replied looking up at Dean.
"What's the bad news?"
"Sam" I said turning to him since we'd worked this out together when they were looking at the sulfur samples.
"Chuck's plane went down exactly 40 minutes into flight and get this, so did flight 2585"
"Forty minutes, what does that mean?" Jerry asked us.
"It's Biblical numerology, you know Noah's ark, it rained for 40 days, the number mean's death" I replied leaning back against the desk crossing my arms.
"Evie and I went back and there have been six other plane crashes over the last decade that all went down exactly 40 minutes in" Sam added.
"Any survivors?" Dean asked us.
"Nope or not until now at least, not until flight 2585 for some reason" I replied with a shake of my head.
"On the cockpit voice recorder remember what the E.V.P said?" Sam asked looking up at Dean.
"'No survivors'" Dean replied finally getting it. "It's going after all the survivors, it's trying to finish the job"
"Yep" I replied.
We left Jerry's getting into the Impala and started driving down the highway and we started ringing around checking up on the other survivors, Sam was one the phone pretending to be a survey and scaring the survivors from ever getting on a plane again.
"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 alright" I laughed at Sam's monotone voice. "Alright that takes care of Blaine Sanderson and Dennis Holloway, they're not flying any time soon"
"So our only wild card is the flight attendant, Amanda Walker?" Dean asked.
"Right, her sister Karen said her flight leaves Indianapolis at eight pm, it's her first night back on the job" Sam informed us and I frowned because that was just perfect.
"That sounds like just our luck" Dean sighed so I patted his shoulder.
"Dean, this is a five hour drive man, even with you behind the wheel" Sam argued.
"Why don't you call Amanda's cellphone again, see if we can't head her off at the pass" Dean offers but Sam shook his head.
"I already left her three voice messages, she must have turned her cell phone off, god we're never gonna make it"
"Oh, we'll make it" Dean protested and he floored the gas pedal, I sat back in my seat and closed my eyes because we we're running out of time and we we're all beyond stressed since if we didn't make it then more innocent people we're going to die.
We made it with absolutely no time to spare with Dean skidding and drifting around the carpark before finally stopping in a parking space and we got out quickly intending on running straight in but Sam called out stopping us.
"Hey whoa, whoa, guys were about to walk into an airport?" Dean and I stared at him confused but he threw his arms out and gestured down at us, oh right no weapons, Dean sighed coming to the same conclusion and we went back towards the Impala, he opened the boot and secret weapons compartment.
Dean pulled out the gun tucked at his waistband and the knife in the inside jacket pocket while I grabbed the gun out of my waistband as well, removed the knife up my jacket sleeve and Sam rolled his eyes when I reached into my boot pulling out a small dagger as well and I shrugged smiling at Dean as he smiled at me.
"Great now we feel naked!" I protested as Dean closed the boot locking it before we moved and ran into the airport going through security and checked the departure board for Amanda's flight and I finally saw it. "There, they board in 30 minutes"
"Okay, we still have some cards to play, I need to find a phone" Dean replied and we looked around finally finding a courtesy phone and he picked it up. "Gate 13…I'm trying to contact an Amanda Walker, she's a flight attendant on flight on…um…flight 424" we heard the PA system announce it and Dean shuffle anxiously. "Come on" I looked around the busy airport. "Miss Walker, hi this is Dr James Hetfield form St. Francis Memorial Hospital, we have a Karen Walker here" Dean said coming up with a lie quickly.
"My Karen?" I heard her say as I leaned in to hear the other side.
"Nothing serious, just a minor car accident but she was injured so…"
"Wait, wait that's impossible, I just got off the phone with her" Dean paused startled by that.
"You what?" I shook my head, way to go Dean.
"Five minutes ago, she's cramming for a final, who is this?"
"Well uh…there must be some mistake" Dean moved around so I couldn't hear anymore but I pressed for answers hating being out of the loop. "Guilty as charged…he's really sorry" I gave him a confused look. "Yes but he really needs to see you tonight so…don't be like that, I mean come on the guys a mess, really it's pathetic…oh yeah" I rolled my eyes not believing that speech had actually worked, clearly it had turned to some guy she was hung up on. "No, no wait, Amanda-!" he hung up the phone.
"Well that went well" I spoke up but he just glared and muttered 'shut up' before we walked away from the phone.
"Damnit that was so close" Dean exclaimed quietly.
"Alright it's time for plan B, we're getting on the plane" Sam ordered.
"Whoa wha…now just hold on a second" Dean protested and I looked over at him knowing this was gonna be a bitch to get him to agree to.
"Dean that plane is leaving with over 100 passengers on board and if we're right that plane is going to crash"
"I know" Dean replied and I noticed the terrified look in his eyes.
"Okay so we're getting on that plane, we need to find that demon and exorcise it, look Evie and I will go get the tickets, you go get whatever you can out of the trunk, whatever will make it through security, meet us back here in five minutes" Dean tensed refusing to meet Sam's eyes. "Are you okay?"
"No, not really" Dean admitted so I walked up and put a comforting hand on his arm to calm him down.
"What, what's wrong?" Sam asked concerned now because even he had to know this wasn't like Dean.
"Well I kind of have this problem with…" he gestured wildly with his hands towards the gates.
"He's afraid of flying okay" I finally spoke up and Sam looked at us in shock.
"It's never really been an issue until now" I rubbed Dean's arm in support.
"You're joking right?!" Sam exclaimed.
"Do I look like I'm joking?" Dean exclaimed. "Why do you think I drive everywhere Sam?" I had to hold in the laugh knowing it was no joking matter with Dean but you had to admit his tantrum is adorable.
"Alright, Evie and I will go" I looked up at Sam.
"What?" Dean protested.
"We'll do this one on our own" I shook my head.
"What are you nuts, you said it yourself the plane's gonna crash and there's no way I'm letting Evie up there" I looked back slightly offended but it softened when I saw he was borderline panic attack.
"Dean look at me" I cupped his cheeks forcing him to meet my eyes. "We can do it together or Sam and I can do it ourselves, we're not seeing a third option here"
"Come on" he protested. "Really?" sadly I had to nod.
"We'll be fine and I promise I'll be with you the whole time"
"Man…" he sighed so I looked back at Sam and nodded, that was as close as we were gonna get him to agree.
We boarded the plane and Dean had never once let go off my hand even as he started reading the safety card and I was trying my best to keep him calm especially as the plane started down the runway getting ready for take-off.
"Just try to relax" Sam said leaning over to talk to Dean on my other side.
"Just try to shut up" Dean spat back so I squeezed his hand as the plane started it's ascent in the sky and Dean panicked at every little noise squeezing my hand more and more but I didn't say anything and saw Sam smirking so I kneed his leg since he wasn't helping, I looked back at Dean and smiled then started humming 'Some Kind Of Monster' by Metallica, I knew it was his calming song and after a few seconds he started humming it beside me.
"Are you guys humming Metallica?" Sam asked after leaning into us to hear better.
"It calms me down" Dean replied without ever opening his eyes and returned to humming it.
"You know Dean, it's a shame you hate flying otherwise we could've lived one of those must do experiences from having sex in the plane bathroom" I saw one eye crack open to look over at me and he smiled just a little.
"The only time I'm gonna take a pass on sex Shortstack"
"Look Dean, I get that your nervous alright but you gotta stay focused" Sam interrupted looking at Dean.
"Okay" Dean replied with a curt nod even though he was far from relaxed.
"I mean we got 32 minutes and counting to track this thing down or whoever it's possessing anyway and perform a full-on exorcism" I shook my head because Sam was making it even worse to keep Dean calm by reminding him that the plane it gonna crash if we don't find the demon.
"Yeah on a crowded plane, that'll be easy" I rubbed Dean's arm in comfort.
"Just take it one step at a time, okay" I reminded them looking at Sam mostly.
"Now who is it possessing?" Sam asked and we scanned over the aisles but everyone looked the same.
"Well it's usually gonna be somebody with a weakness, you know a chink in the armor that the demon can worm through, somebody with an addiction or some sort of emotional distress" Dean replied a tad worried and looked back to see a stewardess walking down the aisle that could be Amanda.
"Well this is Amanda's first flight after the crash, if I we're her I'd be pretty messed up" I replied just as Dean looked up at the stewardess in front of us now.
"Excuse me, are you Amanda?" I refrained from rolling my eyes.
"No I'm not" she replied.
"Oh my mistake" Dean replied as kindly as his worried mind would let him. "Alright well that's got to be Amanda back there, I'll go talk to her and I'll uh…I'll get a read on her mental state"
"What if she's already possessed?" Sam asked him again ignoring the fact the Dean was petrified right now of even the thought of moving about the cabin.
"There's ways to test that, I brought holy water" Dean replied holding up a bottle but I grabbed it and shook my head stuffing it into my jacket before anyone saw.
"No, we gotta go more subtle, if she's possessed she'll flinch at the name of God" I said then watched him nod.
"Oh nice" Dean unbuckled his seat belt and stood up.
"Hey" I called him back before he could go anywhere. "Say it in Latin"
"I know" he muttered but I was less than insured.
"Dean?"
"What?" he asked a bit harshly.
"In Latin, it's Christo"
"Eve, I know I'm not an idiot" he remarked and walked off.
"We're doomed, he's terrified" I said turning to Sammy.
"Why?"
"He called me Eve, he only does that if we're alone and…you know or he's scared out of his mind" I looked back just as the plane hit turbulence and Dean panicked grabbing ahold of the chairs to steady himself, I kept an eye on Dean and finally saw him walking back and sat back down.
"Alright, she's got to be the most well-adjusted person on the planet"
"You said Christo?" I asked him.
"Yeah" he sighed.
"And?" Sam pressed.
"There's not demon in her, there's no demon getting in her" he replied buckling up his seatbelt again.
"So if it's on the plane it can be anyone, anywhere" Sam muttered to himself just as the plane hit more turbulence.
"Come on, that can't be normal!" Dean exclaimed.
"Hey, hey it's just a little turbulence" I soothed grabbing his hand, I've never been the one in the situation, usually it was Dean calming me down for being afraid.
"Eve this plane is going to crash, so quit treating me like I'm freaking four" I leaned back in my seat turning away from him, I was trying to help.
"You need to calm down" Sam warned him seeing I'd given up.
"Well I'm sorry I can't!" Dean exclaimed whispering.
"Yes you can" I rolled my eyes.
"Dude, stow the touchy-feely, self-help yoga crap, it's not helping"
"Dean listen to me, if your panicked you're wide open to possession so you need to calm yourself down, right now" I spat at him making myself sound like John since it was the only thing that would get through to him and it did since he took a few calming breaths. "Good"
"Now, I found an exorcism in here that I think is gonna work, the Rituale Romanum"
"What do we have to do?" Dean asked turning to him.
"It's two parts, the first part expels the demon from the victim's body it makes it manifest which actually makes it more powerful-"
"More powerful?" Dean and I asked at the same time.
"Yeah"
"How?" Dean fired back.
"Well it doesn't need to possess someone anymore, it can just wreak havoc on its own" Sam replied looking up like that was no big deal.
"Oh and why is that a good thing?" Dean asked him.
"Well because of the second part sends the bastard back to hell, once and for all"
"First things first, we gotta find it" I cut in looking around again, Dean got up again and started walking the aisle as discreetly as he could waving his homemade-Walkman-EMF while Sam and I worked on figuring out the exorcism but we we're running out of time, I stood up with Sam right behind me and walked up to Dean touching his shoulder but he jumped ten foot in the air.
"Oh guys, don't do that!"
"Anything?" I asked not having the time to make a joke.
"No nothing, how much time we got?"
"Fifteen minutes, maybe we missed someone" Sam replied.
"Maybe the things just not on the plane" Dean suggested.
"You believe that?" Sam asked him.
"Well I will if you will" Dean replied just before looking down at the EMF and I saw it was going nuts so I looked up and saw the Co-pilot walk out of the bathroom heading back to the cockpit.
"What, what is it?" Sam asked but Dean and I we're fixated on the co-pilot.
"Christo" we said at the exact same time and the co-pilot flinched turning towards us with soulless black eyes before disappearing into the cockpit, I looked around then nodded to the back of the plane and we walked back there so we could talk in private.
"She's not gonna believe this" Sam protested against Dean's plan to tell Amanda the truth to get the co-pilot out of the cockpit.
"Twelve minutes dude" I sighed shaking my head as we found Amanda in the stewardess area.
"Oh hi" she greeted turning to us. "Flights not too bumpy for you I hope"
"Actually that's what we need to talk to you about" Dean replied as Sam closed the curtain.
"Um…okay what can I do for you?"
"Alright, this is going to sound nuts but we just don't have time for the whole 'the truth is out there' speech right now-"
"Alright look" Sam said cutting Dean off. "We know you were on flight 2485" her smile dropped and she regarded as carefully.
"Who are you guys?"
"Now we've spoken to some of the other survivors, we know something brought down that plane and it wasn't mechanical failure" Sam pressed ignoring her question.
"Yeah we need your help because we need to stop it from happening again, here now" Dean added.
"I'm sorry, I'm very busy I have to go b-"
"Whoa, whoa wait a second" Dean cut her off stopping her from leaving. "I'm not going to hurt you okay but listen to me, the pilot for 2485 Chuck Lambert, he's dead" I flinched since that's not the best way to tell someone that someone died but he was right we just didn't have time.
"Wait what, Chuck is dead?"
"He died in a plane crash, that's two plane crashes in two months, that doesn't strike strange to you?" Dean replied.
"Look there was something wrong with 2485, now maybe you sensed it maybe you didn't but there's something wrong with this flight too"
"Amanda you have to believe us" I cut in and she looked at us for a second before rubbing her forehead.
"Um…on 2485 there was a man, he had these eyes"
"Yes, that's exactly what we're talking about" I replied quickly nodding my head.
"Well I don't understand, what are you asking me to do?" she asked us.
"Get the co-pilot, we need you to bring him back here" Dean replied.
"Why, what does he have to do with anything?"
"Don't have time to explain, we just need to talk to him okay"
"Well how am I supposed to go into the cockpit and get the co-pilot-"
"Whatever it takes, do whatever it takes" Sam replied cutting her off. "Tell him there's something broken back here, whatever will get him out of that cockpit"
"You know that I could lose my job if-"
"Okay you could lose a lot more than that if you don't help us out" I cut her off this time because we were wasting time and I really did not what to die in a plane crash today.
"Okay" she finally agreed and left, we watched her go to the cockpit from behind the curtain and the demon fell for it hook-line and sinker so I grabbed out the holy water and Dean grabbed his Dad's journal from his jacket pocket and handed it to Sam just as it came back and Dean punched him knocking him to the ground the duct-taped his mouth.
"What…what are you doing, you said you were just gonna talk to him" Amanda protested.
"We are gonna talk to him" I replied splashing holy water over him and we watched the skin bubble and burn like acid.
"Oh my god, what's wrong with him?"
"We need you calm, outside the curtain, don't let anyone in, okay can you do that?" Sam interrupted her freak-out. "Amanda?"
"Okay, okay" she replied rushing out when Dean started punching the demon.
"Hurry up Sam, I don't know how much longer I can hold him" I poured more holy water on the guy as Sam started reading the exorcism.
"Regna terrae, cantata deo psallite domino-" the demon jerked knocking the holy water out of my hand then kicked me back before knocking Dean off him and punched Sam when he tried to grab him, we all quickly recovered but the demon kicked us back again this time forcing Dean to knock into me sending us both to the ground.
"I know what happened to your girlfriend" the demon said grabbing Sam's shirt. "She must have died screaming, even now she's burning" Dean jumped up moving in and punched the demon knocking him away from Sam.
"Sam read!" I yelled at him and he finished it before dropping the journal and we held him down as he writhed and expelled from the host disappearing into the air vent. "Where'd it go?"
"Into the plane" Dean replied. "Hurry up, we got finish it" we stood up only to be jerked to the side as the plane started plummeting out of the sky, Sam dove to find their dads journal and I would've helped him but I'd crashed into Dean when we fell and he'd wrapped his arms around my waist holding me against him as he screamed his head off as did everyone else on board.
I heard Sam start yelling out the rest so I turned my head to Dean and tried my best to calm him down so he'd let me go, Sam finishes and for a minute nothing happens before there is a bright light and the plane began to smooth out once again but Dean doesn't relax on his grip so I turned and couldn't help the laugh at his face, it was priceless and I was never letting him live it down.
"You okay now, scaredy cat" I crooned like I was taking to a baby, he finally relented on his grip and I stood then helped him to his feet and we all shared a look of relief when Dean and I walked out of the back to check on Sam.
When we landed, we stood of to the side with no interest in talking with police or the FBI, we saw Amanda talking to an Agent but she looked over seeing us and mouthed 'thank you', I give her a small smile and nod before Dean drapes his arm over my shoulders and I cuddle into his side instinctively.
"Let's get out of here" I nodded my agreement with another nod and we walk out with Sam quiet beside us which kind of makes me worried.
"I don't know about you boys but I think we should stick to the wide-open road from now on" I joked and Dean laughed his approval but Sam didn't even look up at us. "You okay Sammy?" I asked and he stopped in front of Dean and I stopping us.
"It knew about Jessica" I frowned at him because I still felt sorry for him.
"Sam these things, they read minds" I replied.
"They lie, that's all it was" Dean added.
"Yeah" Sam sighed but I could tell he didn't believe us.
"Come on" Dean said and started walking again dragging me along with him since he hadn't removed his arm from my shoulders, we got into the Impala and drove to meet up with Jerry and tell him that it was taken care of.
"Nobody knows what you guys did but I do, at lot of people could've been killed" I smiled at Jerry as he shook Sam's hand. "You Dad's gonna be real proud" he shook Dean's hand and I moved forward giving him a hug. "Take care of these two, they need you" I smiled stepping back and nodded my head.
"Don't worry, I'll keep 'em out of trouble" I replied and we moved to get in the Impala as Jerry started to walk away.
"Hey, you know Jerry?" Dean suddenly asked turning around to stop him. "I meant to ask you, how did you get my cell phone number anyway, I've only had it for like six months" I frowned confused about that too and turned to hear Jerry's answer.
"Your Dad gave it to me" he replied and my eyes widened straightening up.
"What?" Sam asked him in disbelief.
"Well, when did you talk to him?" Dean asked him.
"Well I mean, I didn't exactly talk to him but uh…I called his number, his voice message said to give you a call" I looked around at the boy's confused since we'd all tried to call John more than once and never got no voice message. "Thanks again guys" I nodded then watched Jerry walk away before turning to Sam and Dean again.
We drove away from Jerry's workplace but parked just a few miles up the road and got out leaning against the Impala as Dean started dialing John's number.
"This doesn't make any sense, I've called Dad's number like 50 times, it's been out of service" Sam argued just as Dean put the phone to his ear then leaned towards Sam and I when a voice message started.
'This is John Winchester, I can't be reached, if this in an emergency call my son Dean (785) 555-0179, he can help' it cut out and Dean snapped the phone shut, Sam refused to meet our eyes then got up angrily close to tears and walked back to the passenger side of the Impala and got in slamming the door making me jump, poor Baby.
Dean got up as well and walked over getting in himself so I sighed pushing myself off the Impala and followed them since neither of us had any idea what to say, I could tell they we're angry at their father and I didn't blame them, John had been messing them up their entire lives and this was just one more thing I was gonna hold against the man that was as close to me as an Uncle.