Thank you everyone who favorite, followed, and reviewed. This is really cool that this story is getting some many views and likes. This is the 8th chapter to Rose's story. I own nothing but Rose and her parts in the story. ~The Bloody Hellhound.
The door opens, I wake up and slip a hand under my pillow for my gun I keep there. I lightly open my eye, I see Sam entering, carrying coffee and pastries. It looks like Dean had the same idea. I pulled my hand away and tried to go back to sleep.
"Morning, sunshine." Sam said to Dean, seeing how he was awake and looking at Sam.
"What time is it?" I wanted to know but to tired to ask.
"Uh, it's about five forty-five." What?
"In the morning?" Please say afternoon.
"Yep." I groaned in my pillow.
"What the fuck is wrong with you two?" I snarled out. I'm not a morning person...at all. Dean laid back down on his back.
"Where does the day go?" He sits up and looks at Sam. "Did you get any sleep last night?" Sam handed us both a coffee. Sam has finally gotten how I like it. Almost white and could rot your teeth out, sweet. I have to show him, my other favorite drink. Half Cappuccino half Hot Chocolate.
"Yeah, I grabbed a couple hours." He said not looking at Dean. I just had to call him out on his lie.
"Liar. 'Cause I was up at three, and you were watching a George Foreman infomercial." Dean looked at me wondering why I was up at three.
"Hey, what can I say? It's riveting TV." I rolled my eyes at Sam. No it's not.
"When was the last time you got a good night's sleep?" Dean asked looking at Sam.
"I don't know, a little while, I guess. It's not a big deal." Sam waved his hand like it really wasn't a big deal. When it kind of is. I can't say much. I don't sleep much as well. I just lay there and make it look like I am.
"Yeah, it is." Dean told him. Sam sighed.
"Look, I appreciate your concern—" Dean cut him off.
"Oh, I'm not concerned about you. It's your job to keep my ass alive, so I need you sharp." You could tell Dean was concerned for his little brother. Sam just shrugs.
"Are you still having nightmares about Jess?" I asked. Even I was really concerned about Sam as well. It reminds me of when I started to get my nightmares.
Sam crosses the room, sits next to me. "Yeah. But it's not just her. It's everything. I just forgot, you know? This job. Man, it gets to you." He looked at both of us. I haven't had nightmares of the job in like two years.
"You can't let it. You can't bring it home like that." Dean said, like it was the easiest thing to do. I nodded my head agreeing with Dean.
"So, what? All this it...never keeps you up at night?" We shake our heads. "Never?" Dean shrugged his shoulders. Sam looked at me next. "Rose?" I shook my head no as well. "You're never afraid?" I looked at Dean.
"No, not really." We said at the same time and then look back at Sam. Sam reaches under Dean's pillow to pull out a large hunting knife and holds it up as evidence.
"And Rose has a gun under her pillow." Sam saw the confused look on my face. How did he know? "When I was sleeping, I woke up at the feel of it on my hand." I took another drink of my coffee. Dean takes his knife back.
"That's not fear. That is precaution." Dean pointed his knife at Sam.
"Right." Don't want to get caught off guard.
"All right, whatever. I'm too tired to argue." Sam raised his arms in surrender. Dean's phone starts rings. He answers it.
"Hello?" Dean yawed. "Oh, right, yeah. Up in Kittanning, Pennsylvania, the poltergeist thing. It's not back, is it?" A poltergeist…god I hate those. "What is it?" Dean eyes us, as Sam eyes him back. I was trying to not fall sleep sitting up. "Yeah, I'll be right there." He closed his phone and shot up. "Come on. We have to go." Sam and I looked at each other then back at him. "I'll explain in the car."
The Impala drives along a road, on one side it was woods and on the other, a field.
"Now what's going on?" Sam asked his brother.
"That was someone Dad and I helped and he needs help again. I guess it's something big." Lovely. I laid my head back, ready for the long ass car drive.
We pulled up in a plane hanger. A man in a white button down shirt that was tucked in some black slacks. Brown hair, and he was balding.
"Thanks for making the trip so quick. I ought to be doing you guys a favor, not the other way around. Dean and your dad really helped me out." He said laughing.
"Yeah, he told me. It was a poltergeist?" Sam asked, to make sure he got it right.
"Poltergeist? Man, I loved that movie." One of the workers put their two cents in.
"Hey, nobody's talking to you. Keep walking." Jerry told his worker. Once the guy was out of ear shot he continued. "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." Jerry said looking at Dean. He looked at Sam next. "Your dad said you were off at college. Is that right?" Bad thing to ask. I hate the pain Sam feel when college is brought up, because it was what he wanted a normal life and a girlfriend.
"Yeah, I was." Sam cleared his throat. "I'm—taking some time off." Sam's face dropped. Jerry didn't see it and continued to smile and talk.
"Well, he was real proud of you. I could tell. He talked about you all the time." Sam looked up at Jerry in shock.
"He did?" Sam really thought his dad didn't think or care for him?
"Yeah, you bet he did." Sam smiled lightly. "Oh, hey, you know I tried to get a hold of him, but I couldn't. How's he doing, anyway?" The boys looked at each other.
"He's, um, wrapped up in a job right now." Dean answer him, trying not to give too much.
"Well, we're missing the old man, but we get Sam. Even trade, huh?" Jerry and Dean laughs but Sam looked upset.
"No, not by a long shot." Sam said in a stern voice. You could tell there was no way of continuing the conversation. Jerry looked at me.
"And who is this." I held my and out for him.
"I'm Rose. A friends of Sam and Dean." He shook my hand and smiled at me.
"It's nice to met you." We came to the door of Jerry's office. He looked at the three of us. "I got something I want you guys to hear." We walked in and Jerry closed the door. He walked over to his desk and sat down as Sam and Dean sat down. I stood behind them. "I listened to this. And, well, it sounded like it was up your alley." Jerry puts a CD in a drive. "Normally I wouldn't have access to this. It's the cockpit voice recorder for United Britannia flight 2485. It was one of ours." He hit play.
"Mayday! Mayday! Repeat! This is United Britania 2485—immediate instruction help! United Britanis 2485, I copy your message—May be experiencing some mechanical failure…" There is a loud whooshing sound at the end of the recording. Jerry turned it off and sighed.
"Took off from here, crashed about two hundred miles south. Now, they're saying mechanical failure. Cabin depressurized somehow. Nobody knows why. Over a hundred people on board. Only seven got out alive. Pilot was one. His name is Chuck Lambert. He's a good friend of mine." He leaned back in his chair. "Chuck is, uh...well, he's pretty broken up about it. Like it was his fault."
"You don't think it was?" Sam asked him.
"No, I don't." Jerry said. Hey I like when people are honest like that. Straight to the point.
"Jerry, we're gonna need passenger manifests, um, a list of survivors." I said as I stood up.
"All right." He stood up as well.
"And, uh, any way we can take a look at the wreckage?" Dean asked him. Jerry sucked in a breath threw his teeth.
"The other stuff is no problem. But the wreckage…, the NTSB has it locked down in an evidence warehouse. No way I've got that kind of clearance." Jerry held his hands up. Damn it.
Dean frowned but waved it off. "No problem." Just going to be a little harder to get in.
Sam and I were waiting by the car outside a Copy Jack. Dean finally exits, as attractive woman enters. "Hey" She said smiled at him. Practically eye fucking him. Dean giver her is panties dropping smirk.
"Hi." My stomach twisted and turned. I wanted to smack the shit out of both him and her.
"You've been in there forever." Sam said, slightly pissed off to his brother. Sam and I didn't like that he took so long.
"You can't rush perfection." Dean said holding up three IDs. I grabbed mine and looked at it. Was he trying to get us in jail?
"Homeland Security?" Sam takes his ID.
"That's pretty illegal, even for us." Sam said what I was thinking.
"Yeah, it's like you are trying to put us in jail." I said, kind of snotty. Dean looked at me with shocked then brushed off. Most likely thought I just need more meds. Sam looked was still looking at me with shock because he knows I just got done smoking like three bowls.
"Yeah, well, it's something new. You know? People haven't seen it a thousand times." Dean said as we got in the car. "All right, so, what do you got?" Dean asked. He started the Impala and started to drive towards butt fucked Egypt. They don't tell me where we're going until later.
"Well, there's definitely EVP on the cockpit voice recorder." I said holding up the player. "Listen." I played the tape, which has been edited to pull out a scratchy voice.
"No survivors!" I clicked the player off and Dean was looking at me threw the rear view mirror.
"No survivors"? What's that supposed to mean? There were seven survivors." Dean said, looking from Sam and I.
"Got us." Sam said shrugging his shoulders.
"So, what are you thinking? A haunted flight?" Dean asked.
"There's a long history of spirits and death omens on planes and ships, like phantom travelers." I said pulling out my laptop.
"Remember flight 401?" Sam asked Dean. Dean nodded his head and explain the hunt. Most likely to make sure they were talking about the same hunt.
"Right. The one that crashed, the airline salvaged some of its parts, put it in other planes, then the spirit of the pilot and copilot haunted those flights." I hate planes.
"Right." Sam looked up at Dean. "So. Maybe we got a similar deal." Dean thought about and it could be possible.
"All right, so, survivors, which one do you want to talk to first?" Dean asked. Sam pulled out the list.
"Third on the list: Max Jaffey." Sam said as he looked at the list again.
"Why him?" Dean asked raising his eyebrow.
"Well, for one, he's from around here. And two, if anyone saw anything weird, he did." Sam said putting away the list.
"What makes you say that?" Dean looked over at Sam.
"Well, I spoke to his mother," Dean looked at me in the rear view mirror again. "and she told me where to find him."
Dean parked the Impala in front of the gate to a building with a sign out front reading Riverfront Psychiatric Hospital.
"Hello, we're with Homeland Security." I showed the lady at the front desk my ID. "We need to talk to Max Jaffey."
Max was walking with a cane between Sam and I. Dean was on my left side.
"I don't understand. I already spoke with Homeland Security." I felt bad for the poor guy.
"Right. Some new information has come up. So if you could just answer a couple questions…" I stopped Dean he was making himself look like an ass. He was just being mean to the poor guy.
"Just before the plane went down, did you notice anything...unusual?" I asked him a four times softer voice then Dean was using. Max smiled lightly at me.
"Like what?" He asked him, much sweeter then how he talked to Sam or Dean.
"Strange lights, weird noises, maybe. Voices." Dean said in a hard voice.
"No, nothing." Max told him in the same kind of hard voice. What is wrong with Dean?
"Mr. Jaffey." Max looked back at me. "You checked yourself in here, right?" Max nods.
"Can I ask why?" Sam asked cutting me off.
"I was a little stressed. I survived a plane crash." Max said glaring at Sam.
"Uh huh. And that's what terrified you? That's what you were afraid of?" Dean asked him with time. You could tell Max was getting over whelmed.
"I...I don't want to talk about this anymore." Max said looking down at the table.
"See, I think maybe you did see something up there. We need to know what." Dean kept pushing. I wanted him to stop, this wasn't helping.
"No. No, I was...delusional. Seeing things." Max said really upset. I laid my hand on his arm, lightly rubbing it. Trying to help him feel better.
"He was seeing things." Dean said laughing pissed off. I give him an ice glare and then looked back at Max.
"It's okay. Then just tell us what you thought you saw, please." Max looked up at me before sighing.
"There was...this—man. And, uh, he had these...eyes—these, uh...black eyes. And I saw him—or I thought I saw him…" Max trailed off.
"What?" Dean asked impatiently.
"He opened the emergency exit." Holy shit…in the air? "But that's...that's impossible, right? I mean, I looked it up. There's something like two tons of pressure on that door." I looked up at the boys.
"This man, uh, did he seem to appear and disappear rapidly? It would look something like a mirage?" Sam asked him.
"What are you, nuts?" We were all taking back that Max asked Sam that question. Sam tilts his head…like a confused puppy. It was so cute. "He was a passenger. He was sitting right in front of me."
"Thank you, Mr. Jaffey." The boys were already heading towards the car, when a piece of paper is slipped into my hand.
"I will get out of here soon. Call me." Max was already walking away from I could answer. I looked at the paper in my hands and then started to the boys.
"What is that?" Sam asked once I caught up to him.
"His number." I pasted it him as I got in the car. "We need to find out who was sitting in front of Max." I grabbed the list from the glove box.
"What did he say?" Dean asked as the boys got in the car.
"What?" I asked looking up at the boys.
"What did he say, when we left?" Sam asked this time.
"Just that he was going to be getting out soon and to call him. Then he handed me the piece of paper and walked off." Dean started to the car and started to drive. "The person who was sitting in front of him was George Phelps, seat 20C. He did not make it. Understandable I mean if you open that door you're the first thing out." I looked down at the list and shrugged my shoulders.
We were in front of George Phelps's house. "So here we are. George Phelps, seat 20C." Sam said as we looked up at the house.
"Hmm. Man, I don't care how strong you are." We all get out of the car. "Even yoked up on PCP or something, no way you can open up an emergency door during a flight." He has a point…but who says he was just a normal human. But he wouldn't be something that would died from falling from high places or he wouldn't have killed off some many people by killing himself.
"Not if you're human. But maybe this guy George was something else. Some kind of creature, maybe, in human form." I said trying to put more of it together.
"Does that look like a creature's lair to you?" Dean pointed to the man in question's house. I looked at the perfectly ordinary house.
"Not by one thing…but lets go do this." I said walking up to the door. I knocked, not waiting for the brothers. A woman opened the door. Mrs. Phelps, George Phelps's wife.
"Hello?" She asked. I held up my ID.
"Hello, Mrs. We're with the Homeland Security. We would like to ask you a few questions on your late husband, George Phelps." Her eyes widen with shock.
"Oh, yes. Please come in." She stepped to the side and let us in.
We were sitting across from Mrs. Phelps. Sam and I were looking at a framed photograph.
"This is your late husband?" I asked pointing to the picture.
"Yes, that was my George." She said in the broken voice.
"And you said he was a...dentist?" I was making sure I got the facts.
"Mm-hm. He was headed to a convention in Denver. Do you know that he was petrified to fly? For him to go like that…" She stopped talking to stop herself from crying. There was no way this guy was a monster before getting on the flight.
"How long were you married?" Sam asked her as he put the picture frame down.
"Thirteen years." Damn long time. She wiped a stray tears from her eye.
"In all that time, did you ever notice anything...strange about him, anything out of the ordinary?" Mrs. Phelps looked confused by Sam's question.
"Well...uh, he had acid reflux, if that's what you mean." If only. I sighed and looked at boys.
"Well thank you for your time, Mrs. Phelps." I stood up and the boy followed my lead. We all knew this wasn't going any where. "That is all the questions we have."
"Oh, okay." She stood up as well. We let ourselves out. Sam and Dean went down the stairs out front. I was behind them.
"I mean it goes without saying. It just doesn't make any sense." Sam stated, looking back at the house. We all got back to the car.
"A middle-aged dentist with an ulcer is not exactly evil personified." Dean sighed and opened the car door. "You know what we need to do is get inside that NTSB warehouse, check out the wreckage." Sam and I opened our doors as well.
"Okay. But if we're gonna go that route, we'd better look the part." Sam said getting in. Dean and I looked at each other kind of scared at what he meant.
I was hiding in an ally way, waiting for Sam and Dean. I looked down at my outfit. It was the most stupie looking thing ever. I looked towards the store Sam and Dean was in. it was call Mort's for Style.
The boys finally came out and they were wearing crisp black suits with white shirts. Holy mother of god almighty. They looked so good. I wanted to lick them. I shook my head, to clean my thoughts. I couldn't be thinking like this about the brothers. That is just wrong. Sam adjusts his collar.
"Man, I look like one of the Blues Brothers." Dean complained to his younger brother, holding his arms out.
"No, you don't. You look more like a...seventh-grader at his first dance." Dean glared at his new suit and Sam looked around. "Where's Rose?" I sighed and walked out of the ally.
"I feel like I should have a stick up my ass." I blurted out, making Dean crack up laughing and Sam to chuckle. Dean give me a once over.
"That…that's kind of scary." I understand why he thinks that was. Normal I ware flannels or tee-shirts. Dean than looks down at himself. "I hate this thing."
"As do I." I growled out in agreement with him. We got back to the car.
"Hey. You two want into that warehouse or not?" Dean and I growled annoyed that he was making a good point and got in the car.
We enter the warehouse and show our badges to the security guard, who nods and lets us in. We walk among plane wreckage; Dean pulls out a device and puts ear buds in his ears.
"What is that?" Sam asked him, pointing at the thing.
"It's an EMF meter. Reads electromagnetic frequencies." Sam and I looked at each other and rolled our eyes.
"Yeah, we know what an EMF meter is, but why does that one look like a busted-up walkman?" I asked the real question we wanted to know.
"'Cause that's what I made it out of. It's homemade." Dean holds it up and grins. He looked so proud that he made it.
"Yeah, I can see that." Sam said. We didn't looked the impressed. Dean's grin disappears and glares at us. Dean runs the EMF meter over a piece of the wreckage with yellow dust on it and gets an audible spike. "Check out the emergency door handle." Dean scratches at the yellow dust and gets some on his hand. "What is this stuff?" I pulled out my knife and a little baggy.
"One way to find out." I scraped some of the yellow dust off into the bag. I zipped it up and put everything way.
"Hey, Sam-" I cut Dean off.
"Shut up." I said it a hushed voice and held up my hand. Down the hallway you could hear foot steps ran towards this way. "We got to go." We grabbed the stuff we need and busted threw the other exit. The one that leads outside.
I peered around a corner and we all walk out casually. An alarm blares, causing us run to the gated exit. Dean pulls off his suit jacket, and throws it over the barbed wire at the top of the fence. Sam climbs first, then me, with Dean helping me even though I didn't need his help, then Dean. He quickly grabs the jacket.
"Well, these monkey suits do come in handy." Dean grabs my wrist and we take off towards the Impala.
Jerry was looking at the yellow powder through a microscope; what the microscope sees is replicated on a screen.
"Huh. This stuff is covered in sulfur." Sulfur? Damn.
"You're sure?" I asked him, coming closer. If that's true this most likely just become a whole new leave.
"Take a look for yourself." Jerry pointed to the microscope. There was banging sounds from outside the office.
"You effin' piece of crap…" A man yell from the other side.
"If you fellows will excuse me, I have an idiot to fire." As Jerry leaves, I go over and looks into the microscope. "Hey. Einstein. Yeah, you. What the heck you doing? Put the wrench down—"
"Hmm. You know, there's not too many things that leave behind a sulfuric residue." Dean said as soon as the door closed.
"Demonic possession." Is all I said as I looked at the yellow dust. "But he was right it's sulfur." I walked away from the microscope.
"It would explain how a mortal man would have the strength to open up an emergency hatch." It was the only way really. If you really thinking about it.
"If the guy was possessed, it's possible." Sam said.
"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 groaned and ran his hand over his face. Sam looked at me.
"You ever heard of something like this before?" I shook my head. I was kind of hoping they have.
"No." I looked over at the older brother. "Dean?" Dean placed his hands on his hips. He looked up at me in the eyes.
"Never."
Dean, Sam, and I are all in full research mode, with images and articles taped to the walls and strewn across the beds. Sam and I were looking up shit on the computer. Dean was reading something on one bed while sitting on the other. I finished the page I was reading.
"So, every religion in every world culture has the concept of demons and demonic possession, right? I mean Christian, Native American, Hindu, you name it." I blurted out making the boys jump. It has been quiet for about an hour.
"Yeah, but none of them describe anything like this." Dean said after his heart had slowed down. I giggled at him and his glare.
"Well, that's not exactly true. You see according to Japanese beliefs." I clicked on to the Japanese Demon possession tab. "Certain demons are behind certain disasters, both natural and man-made. One causes earthquakes, another causes disease." I listed off the two on the top. There were so many.
"And this one causes plane crashes?" Dean asked as he got up from the bed. "All right, so, what? We have a demon that's evolved with the times and found a way to ratchet up the body count?" I shrugged my shoulders. I really don't know why this demon was killing people by using planes.
"Who knows how many planes it's brought down before this one?" Sam said still reading on his laptop. Dean snorts, turning away from Sam and I. Sam looked up at his brother. "What?" Dean turned back towards us, shrugging his shoulders.
"I don't know. This isn't our normal gig. I mean, demons, they don't want anything, just death and destruction for its own sake. This is big." Dean takes the seat next to me. I started to lightly message the back of Dean's neck with one of my hands, trying to help him with his stress a bit. "And I wish Dad was here." Dean finished before rolling his neck. Sam leaned back.
"Yeah. Me too." Sam closed his laptop. Dean rolled his shoulders this time.
"Damn, sweetheart, this feels good." He give a little moan. It's was fucking sexy as hell. Sam was smirking at his brother because Dean's eyes started to droop. I was putting him to sleep. Dean's phone begins to ring, causing Dean to jump in his seat and Sam and I to busted out laughing. Dean glares at us and answers his phone. Sam and I were still laughing. I had falling out of seat but Dean had caught me to make sure I didn't fall on the floor. I tried to be as quiet as I could while he was on the phone.
"Hello? Oh, hey, Jerry." There was a pause. "Wha—Jerry, I'm sorry. What happened?" Sam and I both sobered up real fast, after hearing Dean's voice. "Where'd this happen?" He scoffed. "I'll try to ignore the irony in that." Dean mumbled under his breath. "Nothing. Jerry, hang in there, all right? We'll catch up with you soon." Dean hangs up his phone, getting up.
"Another crash?" I asked. If Jerry was calling him and Dean sounded like that. It was another crash.
"Yeah. Let's go." Dean said as he put on his jacket and I followed him. I check and made sure I had my folder full of cards and a gun and two knifes on me.
"Where?" Sam asked as we walked out of the door.
"Nazareth." We piled into the Impala.
"Anything else with the Crash?" Sam asked him. Dean looked over at him.
"Yeah, the polite was Chuck Lambert." I sighed. So either this demon was after him or it's going after the people who lived threw the last crash.
We had been driving for a good hour before we saw the smoke in the air.
"What are we playing as?" Dean pulled out a really new looking card.
"I hope you have FBI." He held his up. "I have never used this before." I laughed as I pulled out mine.
"Then follow my lead." I pulled my hair up in a bun. "Do not look at me boys. I have to get change." I slipped my pants off and slipped on my skirt. It was really more of my panties I didn't want them seeing. Me in my bra…I really didn't care. I slipped on my button up white shirt and started to button it up.
"Are you going to bring that thing every where with you?" Sam asked looked back at me now that I'm dressed.
"No I got two. One stays in the car. The other one stays in my shit." We just drove past a road sign reading Nazareth 3.
Jerry was again looking through a microscope at the same yellow powered we found at the new crash site. I was standing next to him. "Sulfur?" I asked him. He looked up at me and nods.
"Well, that's great. All right, that's two plane crashes involving Chuck Lambert. This demon sounds like it was after him." Dean said, hoping the case of over.
"With all due respect to Chuck, if that's the case, that would be the good news." Sam said, trying to also sound sorry because he was Jerry's friend.
"Really good news." I agreed, but you could hear the 'but' in my voice.
"What's the bad news?" Dean heard it.
"Chuck's plane went down exactly forty minutes into flight. And get this, so did flight 2485." Dean and Sam both groaned.
"Forty minutes? What does that mean?" Jerry asked. I turned to looked at him.
"It's biblical numerology. You know Noah's ark, it rained for forty days. The number means death." I lend on the desk. "I also went back, and there have been six plane crashes over the last decade that all went down exactly forty minutes in." Dean rubbed the back of his neck.
"Any survivors?" He asked.
"No. Or not until now, at least, not until flight 2485, for some reason. On the cockpit voice recorder, remember what the EVP Said?" Jogging their memory.
"'No survivors.'" Dead starts to thinking more. "It's going after all the survivors. It's trying to finish the job." Fuck, I hate when I'm right...
"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. Thank you." Sam and I hang up at the same time. He looks back at me.
"You do that voice a little too well." I chuckled because that's what my friends say too. He looks back at Dean. "All right. That takes care of Blaine Sanderson and Dennis Holloway. They're not flying anytime soon." Dean nodded and tighten his grip of his streing wheel. "So our only wildcard is the flight attendant Amanda Walker."
"Right. Her sister Karen said her flight leaves Indianapolis at eight pm. It's her first night back on the job." I shook my head. "If it was me I would be finding a new job."
"That sounds like just our luck." Dean sighed.
"Dean, this is a five-hour drive, man, even with you behind the wheel." Sam looked at Dean. Sam was having doubts that we would make it.
"Call Amanda's cell phone again, see if we can't head her off at the pass." Dean said, looking back at me.
"I already left her three voice messages. She must have turned her cell phone off." I pulled out my phone again and tried to call her anyways.
"God, we're never gonna make it." Sam said and he laid his head back. I got her voicemail again.
"Voicemail." I told Dean as I closed my phone.
"We'll make it." Dean told Sam, as he started to speed up more.
Dean drives Impala drives into the garage and pulls into a parking spot. I started to rub my ears because when Dean pulled in the parking spot, the tires make a loud screeching noise. Dean and Sam where already out as I slowly got out. Dean was already heading off. Sam looked up at Dean and called after him.
"Dean! Hey, whoa, whoa, whoa." Dean stops and looks back. "Dean. We're about to walk into an airport?" Dean looks at Sam and shakes his head. Sam shakes his head back. Dean shakes his head again, this time in defeat, and goes over to the Impala's trunk, unlocking it and opening it. Dean divests himself of weapons. He raised his hands to Sam. "Rose." I looked up at him with innocents on my face. "Weapons." I started to shad the weapons, it took longer then Dean. Dean looked from my body to the truck before closing it.
Dean walked by Sam, growling. "I feel naked." Dean heads off with Sam watching him go. He looked at me.
"How in the hell did you keep so many weapons hidden on you?"
"I'm just good like that." I ran to meet up with Dean. Dean, Sam, and I ran into the airport and check the Departure board.
"Right there. They're boarding in thirty minutes." Sam pointed out the flight number to us.
"Okay. We still have some cards to play. We need to find a phone." Dean looked around and found one of the courtesy phones. He picks it up.
"Hi. Gate thirteen." The person over the phone said something. "I'm trying to contact an Amanda Walker. She's a flight attendant on flight, um...flight 4-2-4." It looked like they transferred him to a phone Amanda can get too. "Come on." I'm guessing she's taking too long in Dean's eye. "Miss Walker. Hi, this is Dr. James Hetfield from St. Francis Memorial Hospital. We have a Karen Walker here." Dean did a small fist pump for getting her on the phone. "Nothing serious, just a minor car accident, but she was injured, so—" He got cut off. "You what? Uh, well...there must be some mistake." Sam goes around Dean to try to hear what's going on. "Guilty as charged." Dean said laughing lightly. "He's really sorry." I raised an eyebrow at the statement. "Yes, but...he really needs to see you tonight, so—" She cut him off again. "Don't be like that. Come on. The guy's a mess. Really. It's pathetic." I guess she just broke up with her boyfriend. "Oh, yeah." I guess she still loves him too. "No, no. Wait, Amanda. Amanda!" Amanda had already hang up. "Damn it! So close." Dean said as he slammed the phone back down.
"Thank you for flying United Britannia Airlines." The intercom said over head.
"All right, it's time for plan B. We're getting on that plane." Sam looked over Dean and I. Fuck.