"So?"

Tiny sighed light was she was seated in the back as per usual. Once the call had ended, all of them had packed their belongings and rushed out towards the Impala allowing no time for chit chat till they where situated inside. She nodded lightly as she blew out a soft breath. "As you know, I call John. Sometimes I call him about cases as rare as it is and coincidentally he happens to be one of the few I did tell John about." She stated as she completely buttered 'coincidentally' even after several attempts. "I had a lot more involvement when I was younger."

Sam scrunched up his face for a moment. "You say it like you're much older." A small smile crossed Tiny's parched lips as she looked to the side in worry. "You'll be surprised." She spoke lightly.

Passed the large stretch of countryside that was gradually become a familiar sight to her. It never truly got old, seeing a new landscape and traveling all around, even if she knew the boys might never consider was they've seen this landscape a million times over. But even then it seemed time had passed them by as they where parked at the facility and walking inside and eventually behind none other than Jerry himself.

"Thanks for making the trip so quick. I ought to be doing you guys a favor, not the other way around."

Tiny smiled lightly in response despite being a little unnerved. It had nothing to do with them besides the fact that wasn't used to being anywhere without her loyal guard dog. None the less she walked in the behind the group, with Dean to the right and Sam to the left.

Jerry had then turned his attention to Sam. "Dan and your Dad really helped me out." He told him only to get a nod in response. "Yeah, he told me. It was a poltergeist?" Sam inquired as he looked down at the much shorter male (Though sadly on Tiny's behalf that was still taller than her).

" Poltergeist ? I loved that movie."

Tiny blinked as her she looked around for said man who called that out of nowhere only to see said man quickly walk past them from in front. Jerry had quickly cut off the random man. "Hey, nobody's talking to you. Keep walking." He demanded as the random man just kept on walking. There was silence only for a few moments till Jerry began to talk again.

"Damn right it was a poltergeist. Practically tore our house apart. Tell you something - if it wasn't for you and your dad, I probably wouldn't be alive."

A look of pride spread over Dean's face briefly. He saved this man's life after all, and gratitude wasn't something a hunter was commonly shown. Above all else however, a hunters job was to protect people and this man was proof he was doing his job well as he was standing right before them. The look didn't go unnoticed by Tiny as a small smile appeared on her plump face. Even though the Eldest member of their hunting party was listening, his eyes where delving upon the mechanism around him, and just as he looked he too could see that little smile on her face. They looked at one anther briefly which allowed Tiny enough time to give a shy blush as she provided a simply thumbs up from her large sweater sleeves. In turn all Dean did was shake his head in a silent chuckle. He had grown accustomed to the short human being and the oddity that was her ( of course he wouldn't admit it happened so fast). After there talk a few days prior, despite the unspoken words, tension had eased enough to allow them to be a little more relaxed than before. The only thing both the eldest and youngest member was doing now was looking around their surroundings with wonder and caution.

"You're Dad said you where off at college, isn't that right?" Jerry asked Sam yet again as they turned the corner leading to a much more open space outside. "Yeah, I was. I'm… taking some time off." Said Sam in response.

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

Dean looked back at his brother on occasion, seeing the reaction he would give to what Jerry said. Despite him looking at all the machines, his brothers reactions where something he just couldn't ignore. So many things left unfinished. So many things left broken to never be repaired again. This was one of those that he couldn't find the words to. This was a topic spoke in a brief haze rather than the necessity of full and this was one of the only times he'll see anything close to it.

Sam looked up, his eyes had widened for a moment. He didn't know how to respond. It took him a moment but he recovered enough to at least say something.

"He did?"

"Yeah, you bet he did. Oh, hey, I tried to get a hold of him, but I couldn't. How's he doing anyways?"

They all looked at one another for a moment wondering how to respond. Dean opened his mouth to speak till Tiny interrupted him. " He's… wrapped up in a job right now." They looked down at her only to see her give them a crooked, closed mouth smile and a shrug.

"Well, we're missing the old man, we get Sam and Tiny. More than an even trade, huh?" Both of the brothers laughed in response as Tiny softly let a breathy laugh out as she nodded lightly. "No, not by a long shot." Sam stated as he looked down to Tiny who nodded in agreement. John Winchester was something else entirely and it certainly didn't help that said man was one of the best hunters you could find.

Jerry tilted his head to the side a bit as he spoke again as he briefly looked at them, "I got something I want you guys to hear." by the end of their walk, all of them where filtered into his office. It was cluttered with papers all over the tables and by the walls, staked one upon the other repeatably. Dean and Sam where both seated upon the chairs before his desk. Jerry was kind enough to offer Tiny a seat but she gently refused as she placed her hands upon the back of both chairs.

Tiny looked upon the small device where Jerry opened the box and placed the CD in, letting it slid inside as Jerry spoke again. "I listened to this. Well, it sounded like it was up your alley. Normally I wouldn't have access to this. It's the cockpit voice recorder for United Britannia Flight 2485."

"It was one of ours."

Mayday. One of the only intelligibly words that came out from the distortion of panic and the crackle and rumble of it's machine. The sound of him calling emergency as bits and pieces of the flight's name came through as the alarms kicked into the background. Help. It repeated over and over again as the sound of the plane descending with the noise of air resistance rappelling against the heavy frame of the metallic bird. Everything was full of the crackles and the distortions till clarity broke through for a moment. It was a roar, a deep thunderous roar that gained pitch just as quickly as it had began and as soon as it's mighty crackle and vial voice had passed through, the crackles of a defective machine was heard as silence filtered in.

Tiny gripped the seats tighter in her hands. Her breath was caught in her throat for a moment as she gripped her necklace through the thick sweater that was over it. She just looked on wards towards the nothingness as she shook her head lightly.

'God. It couldn't be this? Not already. Not so soon. Please, it can't be. I can't…'

"Took off from here, crashed about 200 miles south. Now, they're saying mechanical failure. The cabin depressurized somehow. Nobody knows why. Over 100 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 uh… well, he's pretty broken up about it, like it was his fault."

"You don't think it was?" Sam inquired as his hands fiddled with each other. Both brothers looked with narrowed, hardened eyes, disturbed only as much as they where allowed to in this family business.

"No, I don't."

Sam leaned forwards with a sigh. He closed his eyes for a moment only to open them again to speak. "Jerry, we're gonna need passenger manifests, a list of survivors -"

"Right. And any way we can take a look at the wreckage?"

Sam and Tiny turned to look at Dean as he looked straight on at Jerry. Dean had turned slightly in his seat to capture Tiny's hand in his own discreetly of course as her hand had thus fallen to the side where his own callous hands grazed over it lightly.

"The other stuff, not a problem, but the wreckage - fellas, the NTSB has it locked down in an evidence warehouse. No way I've got that kind of clearance."

Dean nodded lightly as he frowned closing his eyes. "No problem."

Tiny walked back and forth non stop, her steps cautious and slow as she looked down the barren alley illuminated by the light of day. She took depths breaths lightly with each steps, attempting to ensure she didn't begin to breath too fast again. She was trapped in her mind, unable to explain to them the sensations that wrapped her body at the sound of that roar and the burning aesthesis that ruptured through her chest.

It was a viper, a coil that leached the breath from her lungs, burning it to evaporate the oxygen she so dearly required as it made her mind cloudy and useless. It was a torment of rapture, one she could not ever escape. It was simply all too close to a time she did not wish to recall. All of this. From the looks of the Winchesters, they did not often encounter this type of creature, this monster that blessed and plagued her dreams and reality. It made her wonder if it really was the figure of her dreams that lurched in the night within the stillness of nature. But if it was, could she simply ignore it?

She could not tell them. She didn't know how to. John knew. John was suppose to tell them, but he hadn't. He hadn't kept his word at all, so should she tell them anyways? The fear that rose deep within her chest wouldn't stop embedding itself deeper and deeper within her heart. How could she tell them if she didn't understand all of it herself? She only knew the bits and pieces, the story that made her fear her very life, the reason she shooed her family away from her because she was a curse. Why! Not yet, not when she had just gained that little ounce of trust. She didn't want to tell them more, at least not yet. She could never lie to them even if they didn't know that, so what could she do?

All she could do was lean against the wall of the alley with her gloved hand resting gently besides it as she took deep breaths to relax herself, get up, and help as much as she could.

In the end, it didn't matter. It didn't matter if she had to tell them or not, they'll find out one way or another. And this trail they tread upon, it wasn't for her, it was for the brothers who allowed her to stay with them so she could help them. What was this? This worrying when she knew deep down those boys where worrying too. And so she did just that. She took one last deep breath, fixed that dark red jacket that hung over her blue jeans and walked back with her hands in her pocket as she pealed off a glove and rubbed her eyes lightly.

"You alright?"

She looked up to see none other than Sam leaning upon the Impala, his hand grasping a tennis ball as he then flung it away a bit of a distance for Hannibal to rush over it and grab it, only to bring it back to his Sasquatch he had decided to name Sasha (I misspelled Sasquatch and it gave me Sasha). "Sorry I took so long. " She stated lightly as she went to stand before him as she kept both hands in her pocket as she sighed. "But I'm alright I guess. Did you find something?"

"Yep, just waiting for Dean, he's taking forever and a year."

She smiled lightly at that, a noticeably tired look at that. She finally turned around to see the name of the shop "Copy Jack Posters." She tilted her head and nodded a bit. "Okay." Sam couldn't help but look over at her. Since their last discussion, it seemed like this was the first time it wasn't some glare or some annoyed glance that was pass through either of their eyes (more like Sam). It was different and he didn't know who to describe it. He knew he should feel better knowing that she was ready to answer anything but there was just something there nagging him. He wanted her to tell him everything and yet nothing at all. But there was just one thing he wanted to ask her the most right now out of everything. It was nagging him all morning. He opened his mouth to speak only to feel a wet spot grow on his hand as he looked down to see Hannibal on his hind legs giving him the ball and hearing the slightest whisk of his older brother's voice.

"Look who's here."

He tossed the ball once more for the little fur-ball who ran after it as Sam nodded in agreement. "You've been in there forever." Dean only shook his head for a second and lift up three cards right in front of them. "You can't rush perfection." Tiny just blinked in response with a gloved hand coming over her mouth. "Homeland Security?" Her eyes averted away in a shy manner but deep down that glint of mischievous light flashed behind the glow of honey like an emerald wash. "That's pretty illegal, even for us." Sam commented as he too looked them over. Dean had begun to walk to his side of the car as he cocked his head to the side. "Yeah, well, it's something new, you know? People haven't seen it a thousand times." Tiny was quickly learning the art of rolling one's eyes.

"Anyways," Tiny began to say softly as they all boarded the Impala as she lifted the mighty pup upon her lap. "Would you like to show us what you've gathered?" she asked. Sam nodded in turn as he took out his laptop. "Well, there's definitely E.V.P on the cockpit voice recorder." Dean then nodded, "Yeah?" he asked. "Listen."

A high pitched static came over as he played it from the laptop. "NO SURVIVORS." rumbled from the recording as multitudes of voices escaped in a mixture of poison and dread. Tiny, who's head came over the border of the front row seats as her arms rested upon it, shivered from it's desolate sound. It's been a long time since she's done anything with this kind of creature, and each time it was more unsettling than the last.

" 'No survivors'?" Dean inquired as he looked over the screen with creased brows. "What's that mean, there where seven survivors." He added. "Got me." Sam mumbled as he looked at the screen just as intently. " Maybe there has been other cases." Tiny supplied. "Stretched out in different places that it couldn't possibly be noticed as easily." Sam nodded at that, a bright curve of his lip came into play. "I'll look into that." She was supplying more than usual, integrating herself more. It was different, but not in a bad way.

Dean nodded slightly, thinking for a moment as he looked at both of them. He raised his hands to emphasis his words as he began to speak, "But if it isn't 'cause this is the only one we know, what are we thinking? A haunted flight?" He asked. Sam nodded as he licked his lips in thought. "There's a long history of spirits and death omens on planes and ships, like phantom travelers." Dean nodded in agreement as a small sound eased it's way from his throat. "What a cool title." Tiny mumbled.

"Or remember flight 401?" Tiny creased her brows in thought trying to see if she knew anything about the topic only to come up blank. Dean noticed her look of confusion quickly. "Right - the one that crashed, the airline salvaged its parts, put it in other planes, then the spirit of the pilot and copilot haunted those flights." Her mouth formed an 'O' shape till it turned to a discouraged look. Her only thoughts where why anyone would want to do that.

"Maybe we got a similar deal." Sam stated as he looked towards Tiny shaking her head lightly. "Or it's not. I have a feeling deep down in my gut this has happened before. You heard the 'No survivors'. I don't think it want's to leave it's work unfinished." Both brothers looked at one another as they then looked to her. "Do you know what it is?" Dean asked.

A small smile filled her lips as she shook her head with a look of disbelief on her face. The typical 'I can't believe I'm doing this' crossed over her face with that wide crooked smile to the left and then she said it flat out. "I sure as hell hope I don't."

Author's Note

I'm a rather awful person if I keep lying to you people about when I'm updating. This chapter was suppose to be a bit longer but I like how I ended it and I don't think people appreciate such a long chapter anyway. As you know, I don't normal proof read my chapters. All I really do is write a draft, rewrite it, and then read that paragraph alone as I keep on going. Reason you didn't get it when I said I would before is because unlike me doing piece by piece as usual, I drafted the whole episode. The rest most likely will come out tomorrow and Phantom Traveler will be done. Thank you for those of you who still read my story and keep in follow it. It means a lot to me. Please review or comment, it would mean a lot to me (really, it would).

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