Dean and Sam stalk the aisles of the train car, their eyes fixated on the line of students in front of them.
"I want a table seat!", "I'm sitting by the window!", the kids demand, while the teacher fumbles through her pockets in search of the tickets.
Dean dips his hand into his own pocket and retrieves his tin hip-flask, filled with holy water, and begins to unscrew the cap until he is prevented by Sam's arm.
"What are you doing?" Sam hisses. "You can't just go throwing holy water over the passengers! We're not even sure who the demon is!"
"Then what the hell do you suggest we do, Einstein?" Dean grunts.
"We wait." Sam says firmly. "We need to be sure."
Dean sighs, and screws the cap back onto the flask. They take a seat behind a group of students. Sam sits by the window, and watches as the train pulls out of the station and into the open air, where the sun has barely risen. When he turns around, he catches Dean trying to pour water over the students in front of them.
"Dean, no!"
"Just a drop!" he insists.
A drop of holy water falls from the lip of the flask and lands in a girl's hair. "Did you just spit on me? Ryan, that's disgusting!"
"Did you hear the accent?" Dean whispers to Sam as he hides behind the seat. "British."
"So?"
"The last time I heard a British accent was-"
"Bella, I know, but not all British people are related, Dean." Sam groans.
The conductor approaches the pair and coughs. Sam and Dean glance up. "Tickets?" she says, with her palm outstretched.
Sam looks to Dean with urgency. "Actually, we work here." Dean smiles sweetly.
"Then what are you doing sitting on your ass?" the conductor snarls.
Dean's lip curls, and Sam quickly takes over. "We're just heading over to the next station, so we can operate on the tracks further down the line."
"I see..." the conductor eyes them suspiciously. "Well, I expect you off this train by the time we reach Memphis. You're not grabbing a free ride over the border."
Dean glares with distaste at the conductor as she walks away. "Why does everyone round here have to be so damn rude?"
"Forget about it." Sam says, pointing at the lights. "Look."
One by one, the lights begin to flicker, moving further down the car as the teacher passes by.
"It's her." Dean confirms. "It has to be."
The hunters stand up and ease their way past a trolley filled with refreshments, confections and condiments. The teacher turns and spots them, and starts to run.
"She's on the move!" Sam growls. "Speed up!"
The boys move into a march as they advance further towards the front of the train. Suddenly, Sam walks straight into a man carrying a paper cup of scalding coffee, and knocks it right out of his hands.
"My suit!"
"I am so sorry!" Sam says apologetically, and ushers Dean further forward. He reaches the door to the driver's compartment, and opens it, but it's too late. The driver lies bleeding from his open throat, while the teacher is clutching a knife. She turns to see Dean and smiles.
"Aw, you'll have to be quicker next time, Dean." she says in a mocking tone, and locks the door using telekinesis. "But I'm glad you made it in the end."
The demon lunges forward with the knife. Dean catches her arm and holds as far as possible from his face, while the point of the knife dangles over his eye. With his other hand, he grabs his hip flask and splashes her with holy water. Her skin begins to burn, and she drops the knife in agony. Dean snatches it off the floor and is about to strike, when the teacher's mouth opens wide, allowing the black smoke to escape from her body into the vents.
Dean sighs and drops the knife as the empty body collapses to the floor. The door unlocks and Sam bursts in. He looks to the driver and then to the teacher.
"Did you get it?"
"The bitch got away." Dean reluctantly admits.
"Then who's driving the train?"
Both brothers stare at the bloody remains of the driver, lying lifeless in his seat.
"Oh my god, stop cheating." Daisy moans as she hands May her cards.
"You just can't bear to admit I have talent!" May smirks. "Graham, it's your turn."
Graham examines the cards in his hands as the speaker overhead sounds.
"Good morning, passengers, we hope you are enjoying your journey with Tennessee Rail. We must regrettably inform you of some repairs taking place on the railroad, which may result in delay. But we assure you, everything is gonna be just fine, and were working to fix the problem. Thank you for your patience."
The lights suddenly flicker above the group of students, who whisper and murmur amongst themselves.
"Great, just what we need." May groans. "We're never gonna make it to Arkansas before tomorrow."
"Hey, can any of you guys smell that?" Daisy frowns.
May sniffs the air. "It smells like egg."
Graham glances up from his cards with a stern expression on his face.
"Graham, are you alright?"
"Actually, no, not really." he confesses. "I'm feeling a little queasy. I'm going the bathroom."
"If it's diarrhoea, don't bother coming back." May calls.
Graham ignores her remarks, throws his satchel over his shoulders and hurries along the aisle towards the toilet in the next car.
