"So, survivors - which one do you want to talk to first?"

"Third on the list-Max Jaffey."

"Why him?"

"For one, he's from around here, and two, if anyone saw anything weird, he did."

"What makes you say that?"

"Well, I spoke to his mother, and she told me where to find him."

The ride to Max Jaffey was rather quiet. It made Tiny rather disheartened as she thought on what could have brought up such odd behavior. Of course it wasn't something she would call out because it's Tiny, but it still nagged her. Her gloved hands grabbed the edges of her jacket as they closed it in closer to her, all this talk of monsters having her burns flare up, as she pondered. It was then that she looked at her hands and then her sleeves. She blinked and looked straight up as realization dawned upon her.

That revelation of inner discovery within that lonely, dirty alleyway had changed her from shy, quiet, light voiced Tiny, to a Tiny who couldn't care less about anything. The young female in the back of the car immediately grew an awkward smile on her face. It wasn't like she intended to do that. She was just so full of thought and confidence on what she was doing for just a moment that she didn't care about anything and now just maybe the brothers thought that she was hiding something more because of her personality and voice change that's fallen so suddenly.

Dean looked into the mirror at that soft shaky breath from the back to look at Tiny as his brows creased. He simply decided to look at the road and by no condition look to the back seat of the car again. All that the front row decided to do, was share a look and keep driving.

RIVERFRONT PSYCHIATRIC HOSPITAL - Private Care Facility

It was a large building where they where greeted by the towering gate as an entrance and tall walls that stretched far in both directions. Dean swerved the car to the very front of the facility and parked perfectly in front. All of them got out of the car only for Tiny to pull down her sleeves and awkwardly stand by the car as both brothers turned to look at her. She stood there with both arms crossed over her stomach where she held her laptop close to her as her head tilted slightly. Her eyes once more where covered with her glasses and her face was covered with an awkward smile. She wet her lips for a second and then spoke. "Could I, ha…ha, you know. Stay in the Impala while you guys, you know, go talk to Max?" She asked as her voice gradually grew higher in pitch.

Sam and Dead didn't know what to say. They both looked at each other for a second and nodded as they turned to her her. "Uh, yeah. Yeah. Um, we'll be back in a bit okay?" Sam stated as he smiled back as she nodded to.

"Yeah."

"Yeah."

"Good."

Tiny with her small plump frame decided to then go back to the car as both Sam and Dean turned around to walk to the facility. They had their mouths open for a moment as if they where going to say something else only to close it. Dean who still possessed his creased brows in wonder turned his back to his precious car as Sam did the same. Sam straightened himself up as he walked tall with a face that showed an expression of confusion. "What do you think it is?" Dean asked his younger brother as they walked inside past the doors.

Sam could only shrug. " Well I mean, besides arguing with herself in the alley, I'm not sure." Dean made an exaggerated frown. "Talking to herself in the alley?" Sam nodded as his hands began to make motions. "Yeah, she just kind of walked away for a moment and just stood a little deeper than the entrance and was silently going back and forth for a moment. Usually just some sounds coming from there till she eventually came out looking like she was much more controlled I guess."

Dean sighed lightly as he walked towards the front desk showing them the badge as they made their way to their goal. "Just when you thought you where understanding her." Dean mumbled as they where approaching Max's room. Sam just shook his head in thought. His eyes glanced down to the side as he looked up again straighten himself from his slouch of thought. "What if she knows exactly what our monster is? She just denying it's that and she just ran with the first thing in mind to distract herself. I mean it wouldn't be the first time she does that. " Sam defended. Dean couldn't help but grin a bit. Only about a week ago the man was ready to tear her to shreds and now look at him. Trusting her, listening to her. That was a far different Sam from then and even Blackwater Ridge. He just couldn't miss the opportunity. "Look at you, defending her."

Sam's cheeks flushed lightly as he then shook his head, looking away for a moment as if a small laugh would come. "Jerk." He managed as he shook his head. "Bitch." Came his big brother's response as he grinned widely at teasing his brother.

Within moments it seemed, the brothers where walking besides Max Jaffey as they walked out to the garden. It was a large space, filled fully in green as wooden benches draped over the emerald ground.

"I don't understand. I already spoke with Homeland Security." Max commented as he walked with his limp, his hand gliding up and down his leg as he walked. "Right." Dean began to say as he nodded his head. " Some new information has come up. So if you could just answer a couple questions…" Dean finished as he walked to his right. "Just before the plane went down, did you notice anything unusual?" Sam asked.

"Like what?" questioned Max as he turned to look at him. "Strange lights, weird noises, maybe…voices." Sam supplied. Max glanced at him for a moment and then looked down again as he shook his head. "No, nothing." Dean then took lead for a moment, motioning towards one of the many tables in the garden.

"Hmm. Mr. Joffery-"

"Jaffey."

"-Jaffey. You checked yourself in here, right?"

He nodded lightly as he swallowed. " Can I ask why?" Dean inquired as he looked around only to have his eyes finally settle on him. "I was a little stressed. I survived a plane crash." Jaffey reasoned. "Uh-huh. And that's what terrified you? I mean, that's what you were afraid of?" Jaffey shook his head. "I-I don't want to talk about this anymore." He stuttered out.

Sam was just quietly observing to the side, only for his eyes to eventually land on his brother. "I think maybe you did see something up there. We need to know what." Dean stated, his voice was firm as he spoke. Jaffey however just looked away, only to suddenly click his tongue and shake his head. "No. No, I was delusional-seeing things." he reasoned mostly to himself.

"He was seeing things."

Dean stated he turned his head to Sam with those unblinking wide eyes that said Winchester had as he spoke. Sam, with his hands folded upon the table as he held a tight lipped mouth tilted his head to the side with a crease of his brows to his brother. Sighing, he turned to Max and spoke. "It's okay. Then just tell us what you thought you saw, please." Dean at the moment turned his head to the side with a slight roll of his eyes.

It was silent as he swallowed again, his eyes where in a daze, half-lidded with no direction towards him. He held his lips between his teeth as he then took a deep breath and spoke. "There was…this…man. And, uh, he had these eyes…these, uh…black eyes. And I saw him - I thought I saw him…" No more words came out from him as his eyes turned towards his hands that shook lightly as the memories kept of rolling before his eyes. Both brothers had gone completely silent. "What?" Dean asked.

"He opened the emergency exit." Both brothers looked upon one anther at hearing this. " But that's impossible, right? I mean, I looked it up. There's something like two tons of pressure on that door." Dean looked passed him, gazing at the nothing as his mind focused on his words. His brows raised at an angle as he spoke looking at no one. "This man - did he seem to appear and disappear rapidly? It would look something like a mirage." Sam stated gaining the others attention.

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

Dean and Sam turned their heads to look at one another as the pieces where slowly coming together.

"A man opening the emergency exit? Black eyes? Why can't it be something nice?"

Tiny's voice was mellowed to a deep whisper of dread. After the brothers returned to the car, they saw the female just get off the phone as her laptop was slammed beneath saddened hands, she turned to look at them with yet another awkward smile. It was only after during the car ride that she finally spoke on their discoveries as they recounted what had happened.

Sam nodded solemnly. "So, is it what you feared?" he inquired as he sighed from the front to the sound of defeat softly muffled in the back as Hannibal whimpered. "I very much think so." She added without explanation. Dean rolled his eyes lightly as he glanced through the mirror towards a defeated looking female, looking out of the window with nervous eyes and trembling hands. With a nervous laugh as she scratched the back of her neck and grasped tightly upon her phone, she couldn't help but nervously let it spill.

"He,he, well…"

" So here we are - George Phelps, seat 20C."

Sam's tired voice exclaim as tired hands brushed through his long coffee hair as he climbed out. Dean made a noise of acknowledgment. "Man, I don't care how strong you are." he began as he lifted himself from the driver's seat. "Even yoked up on PCP or something, no way you can open an emergency door during a flight." Dean rested his folded hands upon the hood of the precious Impala as he looked at his brother and then towards the adobe that laid before them.

"Not if you're human. But maybe this guy George was something else-" Sam had then turned to his brother as they both looked eye to eye. "Some kind of creature, maybe in human form." Sam inquired. Dean lifted his finger to shape like a gun still resting upon the hood as he pointed at it.

"Does that look like a creature's lair to you?"

Then they looked towards the house. It was two stories, beautiful as the front was lavished with vegetation and flowers softly growing ever sweetly as the raised area was covered with beautifully laid stones cut to fit one another. The entrance way to the house held two elevated pots of plats overflowing with it's violet and white flowers. A balcony was on the left side and clear windows allowed for natural light. It was a beautiful house no less that made Tiny feel a little happy (and wishing her home was not as depressing as it was).

Sam shook his head lightly as he then turned to look at his brother through the corner of his eye.

"Possibly not, but maybe it's just perfect for a Demon."

Tiny and Hannibal walked right behind the brothers, their eyes where scanning the terrain (well mainly Tiny, Hannibal was rather busy with sniffing flowers and wondering what wonders the tall grass could provide). Rather quickly, the widow had let them in and allowed them to sit upon one of the couches as they sat across from her. All three of them where there, looking intently upon everything that was there to see if the slightest thing was wrong. Hannibal had decided to scout the outer perimeter of the house leaving his master in the care of the two giants.

Sam grabbed the image of the man who passed, seeing him smiling brightly into the camera. "This is your late husband?" He asked. "Yes, that was my George." She stated. Her blonde hair framed her face lightly, parting to the left side, as the creases in her flesh showed the ware of age that strive to keep it's youth. Her eyes where closed, watering around the edges as she remembered her George.

"And you said he was a. . . dentist?" Dean asked as Tiny gently leaned forwards from the side to place the image down. The woman nodded. "He was headed to a convention in Denver." Dean then turned his head to the side for a moment. "Do you know that he was petrified to fly?" she asked him. The eldest raised a brow for a moment turning his attention back to her. Her lips had tightened as they attempted to hold back the lull of sadness as she looked down as she gazed at the image.

"For him to go like that. . . "

Tiny softly sighed, the look on her face a pain and yet all to familiar to the youngest of the group as she saw the woman sob. "How long where you married?" She asked lightly. Her face lightened up a bit as memories came flooding to her mind. "And all that time, did you ever notice anything. . . strange about him, anything out of the ordinary?" her smile quickly faded as she spoke soft words to herself. Dean looked at his brother as he made that comment for a moment and turned to look back at her again where her wide eyes looked right back at his. After a moment she blinked, looked back and forth to each person as she began to speak again.

"Well. . . uh, he had acid re-flux, if that's what you mean."

Dean lifted his head up slowly, a little nit more as his wide eyes blinked lightly as they turned to look at his brother gradually. Sam turned to do the same towards his brother as Tiny who stood behind them softly patted their shoulders.

"I mean it goes without saying. It just doesn't make any sense." Sam told them as they walked outside. "Yeah, a middle-aged dentist with an ulcer is not exactly evil personified. What we need to do is get inside that NTSB warehouse, check out the wreckage." Dean stated as he bobbed his head back towards his taller brother. " Most likely," Tiny began to say from the back as she patted her side calling Hannibal, "we will find some form of sulfur in there, that I can guarantee." She finished off.

Sam nodded lightly as he climbed down the final step. "Okay." He quickly turned to Dean and Tiny with a swift turn, "But if we're gonna go that route, we'd better look the part." He added. Tiny sighed at that part, self consciously wrapping her arms around herself as they went back to baby. From there all she heard was the sound of children resounding from their cheerful activity across the street in the park.

" 'Mort's For Style'?" Tiny casually stated as she looked at the building to the side, leaning lightly against the Impala with Hannibal seated at her feet. Tiny wrapped her arms lightly around herself, while the boys where out buying a quick suit, Tiny came prepared. It was a simple black pencil skirt with a cream button up shirt and a matching jacket. Her plain black heels lightly grazed the ground as her fingers played with the stray strands of hair that escaped the clean bun as her glasses where cleaned once more and placed on the bridge of her nose.

"You know, I would have thought those boys would always have everything in hand already." She told Hannibal as she looked down as he whimpered, looking up. He made a soft noise in his throat as he looked towards the door again. She nodded briskly. "I see, I see, you make a decent argument Hannibal." It was then that the doors finally did open after a moment more.

Dean had waddled out with a slightly uncomfortable look on his face, his hands constantly grabbing at his collar. "Man, I look like one of the blues brothers." He stated as he pouted and spread his arms out, looking down at himself. A smooth gloved hand covered her mouth lightly as she heard his usually deep rasp of a voice raise in a higher pitch, his hands resting over his chest as he opened the jacket. "No, you don't." Sam interjected as he was fixing his own collar.

"You look more like a seventh-grader at his first dance."

The grin on his face was priceless as Dean looked down at himself again and frowned, "I hate this thing." He told him back. "Hey, you want into the warehouse or not?" Sam stated with a light voice and that sweet grin. The soft sound of laughter came from Tiny as she stood straight, "You look fantastic Dean. Now the sooner we get there, the sooner we can out of theses suits." She inquired as she turned around to get in the car.

"No Hannibal, you can not come with us. Stay." She told him as she jumped out the car as he began to follow. He whimpered, pawing at the ground as he looked up at her with teary eyes. "No, Hannibal." she stated in a firmer tone. Dean and Sam where more than ready to go hadn't Hannibal been more than sad to leave his master's side. Sam quickly came forwards, allowing the pup to look up towards his favorite giant as his hand came upon the pup's head. " We'll be back okay Hannibal, just give us a few minutes. Besides. We'll take care of Tiny, okay?" The pup softly nipped at his hand and pawed in away, only to turn around and sit with his butt towards them.

"Okay, now can we go?" Dean asked from the side as Sam got up and readjusted his jacket. His brother nodded. "Let's get this over with." Quickly the trio walked towards the facility and the to specific warehouse where it was located. Tiny was more than nervous as she trailed behind the boys. She quickly readjusted her glasses and followed quickly behind as they walked in and showed them their fake IDs. He looked at them closely for a moment ad nodded towards them.

The guard gave a quick signal and the door was opened and just like that they where in. Tiny let the breath she never knew she was holding out and she looked out towards the sight. It was like a movie. The outline of the plane was engraved upon the ground, painted in black and the outline in white. Upon it's base laid the parts, pieces, that mended itself into place as it once was. They walked through the ruins of the plane that once held 100 people, shattered as wires crossed over one another. Tags lined on each item and each item a number to provide some form recognizable to what had happened.

"What is that?" Sam asked his brother which took Tiny's attention away from the wreckage to the small device in his hands. One ear bud was then carefully placed within his ear. "It's an E.M.F meter. It reads electromagnetic frequencies." Dean supplied which made Sam roll his eyes for a moment. "Yeah, I know what an E.M.F meter is, but why does that one look like a busted-up Walkman?" Dean looked down to his precious little device. " 'cause that's what I made it out of." He grinned with a shine of pride over his face that was contagious. "It's homemade." He added as he grinned even wider. Sam looked at him for a moment, frozen as he then proceeded to nod, "Yeah, I can see that." His smile shrunk till he realized his brother was not impressed with his small device he made. Tiny came closer and looked at it from his side. "You're a genius Dean, don't let Sam bring you down. Maybe I'm rusty but I don't think all hunters can do that." She stated with a soft little smile. "And above all it's special".

Dean gave his brother the stink eye for a moment as he turned to Tiny and her soft little smile and he couldn't help smile back. "Yeah, you're right. It is a special little gadget ain't it?" a small smile of pride grazed over his lips as at least someone appreciated his work. Dean then extended his little E.M.P out as he swung it in front of him. Tiny sniffed the air lightly as she turned to a small piece on the side. Quickly she grabbed Dean's sleeve lightly as she walked forwards with eyes scattered over the ruins till they came forwards to a little piece at the end scattered In a cream like dust.

"There." Tiny spoke as her hand softly covered her nose. He pointed at it as he device began to rapidly click. "Check out the emergency door handle." Dean stated as he placed his little device back in his jacket. His gingers came over to scratch the surface as his fingers shown a fine powder between his thumb and index. "You think it's suffer Tiny?" Dean asked as he frowned as the substance was stuck to his fingers.

"I think it's gotta be but. . ."

"There's only one way to find out." Sam finished as he grabbed a small dagger and scrapped some of the substance into a small little baggy. Dean simply stretched out as he whipped his fingers clean on Sam's shoulder.

Outside the massive room came two men in suits that quickly walked towards the security guard at the desk. They both spoke in unison with a simple, "Gentlemen." as they showed their cards. Both men looked at the men in uniform that just showed up as if it where a joke. "Homeland Security? What, one team of you guys isn't enough?" He asked with a smile on his face. "What are you talking about?" asked the younger of the two agents. "Three of you're buddies went inside not five minutes ago." He stated with his thumb pointing in the direction of the door. Both agents quickly straightened up with wide eyes as they looked at one another as realization dawned on them.

Quickly security came in, trained with their pistols down as they rushed in with the two Homeland Security agents behind them. Sam, Dean, and Tiny where more than unaware and simply walked out the back door with ease as the others just entered. They where outside, looking over the edge of the building's wall as they then proceed to turn and march forwards. Sam held his hand to his mouth and Dean walked with his wide swing of his arms only to swing them wider as his legs bent more as the alarm of the facility went off. All of them proceeded to run as they jumped over the fence.

"Huh, these monkey suits do come in handy." Dean spoke as he used his jacket for cover over the barbered wire at the top of the gate (with Tiny reluctantly having to rip lift her shirt up and have a small tear as Dean allowed her to go over the wire on his jacket he already set out).

The group had quickly returned to Jerry (and a pleased Hannibal). Quickly they brought a microscope in as he looked over the substance. "Huh, this stuff is covered in sulfur." he stated after a moments pause. "You sure?" Sam asked as he looked to Tiny. "Take a look for yourself." Jerry stated as he motioned for them to look with an extended hand.

"You Effin' piece of shit!"

The sound of things banding and breaking, being beaten and tossed around with the clang of metal resounded causing Tiny to jump towards Dean with a startle from the sudden sound that happened right behind her at the door. "Now, if you fellows will please excuse me, I have an idiot to fire." He stated soundly as he lightly pushed passed Tiny and out the door.

"Hey, Einstein! Hey, what the heck you doing?"

Dean had patted Tiny's shoulder lightly and let go, walking towards the microscope himself. "Not too many things leave behind a sulfuric residue. And to you're discomfort Tiny, it's gotta be a demon." Tiny shook her head lightly, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Demonic Possession?" Sam asked. "It would explain how a mortal man would have the strength to open up an emergency hatch." Dean added. "If the guy was possessed, it's possible." Sam added as they both turned to Tiny who nodded slowly. "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?" Dean stated as he stood up with his hands on his hips.

"You ever hear of something like this before Tiny?"

Tiny nodded with a slow start as she looked at them with an uncomfortable smile. "I worked on one before, kinda. I sent someone else out actually." She nodded as she uncrossed her arms, "So, boys, ever dealt with a demon, cause that's my specialty."

Author's Note

Hello People! Been a very long time, hasn't it. I have no excuse to why I haven't updated in a long time, I just haven't. In fact I haven't even been on this computer of a very long time either. I haven't even been up to date on the show either. I'm a person who works by phases, who works piece by piece and can easily drift away to different projects. This one is one of them and it might happen often due to the fact that Supernatural is such a long series. I love it though, and when I watch it I remember all about this story and what if scenarios.

I have no excuse but to those people who follow this I'm going to do it, and I'm going to do it better. Today I will upload this chapter and the next chapter will be very short. I write transcripts ahead of times. The first part of this chapter was planned for New Years (and it's bloody March!) and the rest was done quickly right now as I sat down and gave myself a lecture. You can possible note the change in style.

Either way, Thank You for reading my story and I hope you enjoy it. Please leave a review and comment, it is very much appreciated and I will hopefully work on making it less poetic and more straightforwards and hopefully that will also shorten chapters to a more pleasant level. Thank you again, very much.

With love,

VioletFlame14