God I can't believe that I'm already posting up the 9th chapter. I have been writing this story out for almost a year now and it's feels good know that people are actually reading it! Thank you so much! I own nothing but Rose and her parts in the story. ~ The Bloody Hellhound.

"Whoa, whoa, wait a, now just hold on a second." Dean is wide-eyed looking from Sam and I.

"Dean, that plane is leaving with over a hundred passengers on board, and if we're right, that plane is gonna crash." I tried to get him to go with the plan. As much as I hate it, we have to save these people.

"I know." Dean said gloomy.

"Okay. So we're getting on the plane, we need to find that demon and exorcise it. I'll get the tickets. You get whatever you can out of the trunk. Whatever that will make it through the security. Meet me back here in five minutes." Dean just looks at Sam anxiously. Sam give Dean a good look over. "Are you okay?"

"No, not really." Dean flat out said it. Holy crap.

"What's wrong?" I laid a hand on his arm. He grabbed my hand and held it there.

"Well, I kind of have this problem with, uh…" He looked away from us.

"Flying?" Sam asked him.

"It's never really been an issue until now." Dean turned his back at us.

"You're joking, right?" Sam asked, I glared at him. This isn't something people joke about. Sam flinched back from my glared. Dean turned back towards Sam.

"Do I look like I'm joking?" Dean isn't joking, he has already paled and was lightly shacking. "Why do you think I drive everywhere, Sam?"

"All right. Uh…" Sam took see he wasn't faking it. He looked up at me. "We'll go." I really wish this demon wasn't taking out planes.

"What?" Dean's grip on my hand tighten.

"We'll do this one on our own." Sam repeated.

"What are you, nuts? You said it yourself, the plane's gonna crash." I looked up at him. We need to save that plane from crashing. That's our job!

"Dean, we can do it all together, or I can do this one with Rose. I'm not seeing a third option, here." Sam kept looking at him and Dean's grip didn't lighten up.

"Come on! Really? Man…" Sam and I ran to get the tickets and Dean went to grab anything we can take on a plane with us. We met back up by the gate. It was close to us starting to get on the plane. Dean was lightly shacking. Sam didn't notice it but I did.

"You ready?" I asked him as I laid a hand on his arm.

"No." The speaker came on.

"Now loading plane 285." I grabbed Dean's hand.

"That's us." I said lightly, smiling at him.

Dean, who was in the aisle seat, is anxiously reading the safety card. His other hand hasn't let go of mine.

"Just try to relax." Sam called over me.

"Just try to shut up." Dean growled at him. I smiled at Dean and tighten my grip just a bit showing him I was here for him. Dean smiled down at me. They don't know it but flying scares the living shit out of me. One time a plane I was on almost crashed, thankfully they fixed the plane and landed to the closes airport. I took a bus the reason of the way. The plane takes off and Dean was jumping at every rumble and sound. I see Sam smirking. I light tap his arm.

'Don't make fun of your brother.' I mouthed over to him. Sam leads down and whisperers in my ear.

"It's just new for me. I never seen Dean afraid." I shacked my head. Dean was now leaning back, humming to himself. Sam and I looked over.

"You're humming Metallica?" Sam and I asked him at the same time.

"Calms me down." I shrugged my shoulders…but if he's like this the demon could leave where it was and take Dean instead.

"Look, man, I get you're nervous, all right? But you got to stay focused." Sam was trying to get Dean to calm down.

"Okay." Short answers. Come on, Dean. Gives us a little more then that!

"I mean, we got thirty-two minutes and counting to track this thing down, or whoever it's possessing, anyway, and perform a full-on exorcism." That didn't help Sam.

"Yeah, on a crowded plane. That's gonna be easy." Dean was just full of sarcasm.

"Just take it one step at a time, all right? Now, who is it possessing?" Sam asked the both of us.

"It's usually gonna be somebody with some sort of weakness, you know, a chink in the armor that the demon can worm through. Somebody with an addiction or some sort of emotional distress." I looked over at Dean. I really didn't want to exorcism on Dean.

"Well, this is Amanda's first flight after the crash. If I were her, I'd be pretty messed up."

"Mm-hm." Dean turns to a Flight Attendant. "Excuse me. Are you Amanda?" The Flight Attendant smiled at Dean.

"No, I'm not." Dean give her a weak smile.

"Oh, my mistake." Dean took my hand again. I didn't know he let go. Dean take a look to the back of the plane to the only other Flight Attendant, Amanda. "All right, well, that's got to be Amanda back there, so I'll go talk to her, and, uh, I'll get a read on her mental state." He started to get up.

"What if she's already possessed?" I asked him. I wasn't about to send him back there with no help and a demon.

"There's ways to test that." Dean goes into his bag and comes out with a Virgin Mary–shaped bottle of water. "I brought holy water." Dean smirked as he looked so smart.

"No." Sam snatches the bottle and tucks it inside his hoodie. "I think we can go more subtle. If she's possessed, she'll flinch at the name of God." I nodded my head.

"Oh. Nice." Dean turns to go. I wonder if he knows it works better in Latin.

"Hey." I whispered yelled at him. He turned towards me.

"What?"

"Say it in Latin." I called back. Dean give me a are you kidding me right now face.

"I know." Dean turns to leave again. Did he know what it was in Latin?

"Okay. Hey!" Dean turned to me again, annoyed. Sam was laughing behind me.

"What?!"

"Uh, in Latin, it's "Christo"."

"I know! I'm not an idiot!" Sam was still laughing as Dean walked away. I sat back down with my hands held up.

"I just know he doesn't like reading or shit like that. So I kind of fingered he didn't know." Sam was still laughing, but calmed down a bit.

"It's okay. I think it was more that he had to stand on a plane." Sam settled down and leaned back.

Dean was making his way to the back of the plane, thumping a seat once after the plane shakes.

"Ladies and gentlemen, this is your first officer speaking…" The copilot voice came over the plane. Dean has returns to his seat.

"All right, well, she's got to be the most well-adjusted person on the planet." He grumbled.

"You said "Christo"?" I asked him.

"Yeah."

"And?" Sam leaned in.

"There's no demon in her. There's no demon getting in her." I sighed.

"So, if it's on the plane, it can be anyone. Anywhere." The plane shakes.

"Come on! That can't be normal!" Dean yelled out as he grab the seat and my hand again.

"Hey, hey, it's just a little turbulence." Sam said trying get him to calm down.

"Sam, this plane is going to crash, okay? So quit treating me like I'm friggin' four." I looked Dean in the eyes.

"You need to calm down." I said in a stern voice.

"Well, I'm sorry I can't." If you listen close enough you could hear fear in his voice.

"Yes, you can." I tired again.

"Sweetheart, stow the touchy-feely, self-help yoga crap, it's not helping." He looked away from me. I grabbed his chin and forced him too look at me.

"Listen, if you're panicked, you're wide open to demonic possession, so you need to calm yourself down. Right now." Dean could tell I wasn't playing. So he takes a long, slow breath. "Good. Now," I pulled out their dad's journal. "I found an exorcism in here that I think is gonna work. The Rituale Romanum."

"What do we have to do?" Dean's voice was stern. I placed my hand over his again.

"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." Dean's eyes widen at my words.

"More powerful?" He questioned. I nodded my head. "How?" He asked.

"Well, it doesn't need to possess someone anymore. It can just wreak havoc on its own." I said it like it was nothing. As long as we say it fast enough and correct. We should be good. That shouldn't be hard because if Sam can't, I can. Dean looked between Sam and I.

"Oh. And why is that a good thing?" I really hate seeing Dean like this.

"Well, because the second part sends the bastard back to hell once and for all." Sam explained next. Dean sighed and laid his head back.

"Great…first things first, we got to find it." He reached for his back pack and pulled out his home made EMF meter. "I get Rose." Sam groaned.

"Why do you always get Rose?" Sam crawled over us and took the back of the plane. Dean smiled at me.

"Let's go, Sweetheart." I hissed at him as I glared when he call me his nickname.

"I told you, stop calling me that." He chuckled.

"Just like a kitten…and just like I told Sammy, I don't care." Dean walks slowly up the aisle with his EMF meter, getting odd looks but no readings.

"Dean we are being stared at…" I whispered up to Dean.

"Sweetheart, they are most like staring at you." Dean said back to me. An arm suddenly creeps beside my head and claps Dean on the shoulder, causing him jumps. Dean turned and looked at Sam.

"Don't do that." Sam smirked, at him scaring his brother. He was trying not to laugh.

"Anything?" He asked though his smirked.

"No, nothing." Dean glared at Sam again. "How much time we got?" I looked down at my watch.

"Fifteen minutes. Maybe we missed somebody." I looked at the passengers.

"Maybe the thing's just not on the plane." Dean said hopeful. I raised my eyebrow up at Dean.

"You believe that?" Dean looked down at the EMF reader and then back up at Sam.

"Well, I will if you will." Dean's head shot down as the EMF meter spikes. The Copilot exits the bathroom and heads towards the cockpit. Wait a minute…the EMF reader went nuts when the copilot walked by it. Could he be…? I grabbed Sam's shirt, lightly tugging.

"What? What is it?" Sam asked.

"Christo." I said, watching the copilot. He slowly turns to face us. His eyes were black. He smiled at me and goes back into the cockpit. Dean looks at Sam, I started to pushed them to the back of the plane, towards Amanda.

"What are we doing?" Dean asked.

"We are telling Amanda…everything that is going on." We stopped in front of the back curtains.

"She's not gonna believe this." Sam looked at me. Dean made Sam look at him.

"We've got twelve minutes, dude. I don't think we have any choice." Sam sighed but knew Dean and I was right. We walked threw the curtain.

Amanda was a pretty girl. Skinny, blonde hair that was in a tight bun, blue eyes. She smiled up at us. "Oh, hi. Flight's not too bumpy for you, I hope." I took a breath.

"Actually, that's kind of what we need to talk to you about." Sam closes the curtain.

"Um, okay. What can I do for you?" Amanda asked, confused. I looked at Dean and Sam for some help.

"All right, this is gonna sound nuts, but we just don't have time for the whole "the truth is out there" speech right now." Dean started but didn't know how to finish. He looked at Sam to take over.

"All right, look, we know you were on flight 2485." Sam said flat out. Nice, we're not trying to scare the girl! Amanda's smile disappeared. She took a step away from us.

"Who are you guys?" She asked. As much as I wanted to easy her mind…but we only have 11 minutes left.

"Now, we've spoken to some of the other survivors. We know something brought down that plane and it wasn't a mechanical failure." I added.

"We need your help because we need to stop it from happening again. Here. Now." Dean looked her in the eyes.

"I'm sorry, I—I'm very busy. I have to go back—" She tries to brush past Dean, who stops her. Amanda jumped back like he was going to hit her.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Wait a second. I'm not gonna hurt you, okay? But listen to me, uh...The pilot in 2485, Chuck Lambert. He's dead." Dean held is hands up, trying to calm her down a bit.

"Wait. What? What, Chuck is dead?" You could hear the sadness and shock in her voice. She didn't know.

"He died in a plane crash. Now, that's two plane crashes in two months. That doesn't strike you as strange?" I tried again.

"I—" She said but I cut her off.

"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." She looked like she still didn't really believe me.

"Amanda, you have to believe us." Dean said over my shoulder.

"On...on 2485, there was this man. He...had these eyes." Amanda tried to explain.

"Yes. That's exactly what we're talking about." Sam said, wanting to get more.

"I don't understand, what are you asking me to do?" She looked at all of us.

"Okay. The copilot, we need you to bring him back here." Dean said.

"Why? What does he have to do with anything?" She was as she started to rub her hands together. I lightly pushed her towards the curtin.

"Don't have time to explain. We just need to talk to him. Okay?" I said as she stopped.

"How am I supposed to go in the cockpit and get the copilot—" I cut her off.

"Do whatever it takes. Tell him there's something broken back here, whatever will get him out of that cockpit." She placed her and on her forehead, taking deep breaths.

"Do you know that I could lose my job if you—" Dean got sick of her trying to stop what's going on.

"Okay, well you're gonna lose a lot more if you don't help us out." Dean said in the stern voice. God if we weren't on a plane that was about to crush, I would want to kiss him…no bad Rose. You know better.

Amanda hesitates. "Okay." She leaves and goes to the cockpit. Dean and Sam pushes the curtain back, so we can watch her. She knocks on the door and says something inaudible to the copilot, who follows her back. I pulled out the holy water, as Dean pulls out John's journal and hands it to Sam, who opens it. The copilot walked into the back room.

"Yeah, what's the problem?" Dean punches him in the face, knocking him down. I help Dean, to pin him down and put the duct tape over his mouth.

"Wait. What are you doing? You said you were just gonna talk to him." I pushed on his chest harder, trying to keep him down.

"We are gonna talk to him." Dean splashes more holy water on his skin, which sizzles.

"Oh, my god. What's wrong with him?" I looked at Dean, slighting asking him if he would be okay on his own. He quickly nodded. I got up and placed my hands on her shoulders.

"Look. We need you calm. We need you outside the curtain." I pushed her towards the door.

"Well, I don't underst—I don't know—" She was cut off by the demon kicked my feet under me.

"Fuck me!" I turned and jumped on his chest. "Asshole…" I growled at him as I helped Dean again.

"Don't let anybody in, okay? Can you do that? Can you do that? Amanda?" Sam took over trying to get Amanda out.

"Okay. Okay." Amanda rusted to leaves.

"Hurry up, Sam. I don't know how much longer we can hold him." Dean said, threw his teeth. Sam started to read from John's journal.

"Regna terrae, cantate Deo, psallite Domino—" The demon breaks free and hits me with an upper cut. I fell back holding my chin. The demon also hits both the boys, until Dean manages to subdue him again. I jumped back up and slammed my knee in his chest. I mostly did that for pay back. Sam picks up where he left off. The demon knocks Dean and I off again, pulling the tape off his mouth. He grabs Sam by the collar.

"I know what happened to your girlfriend! She must have died screaming! Even now, she's burning!" The demon said sick giddy voice. Dean and I recovers quickly. Dean hits the demon as Sam sits there, stunned.

"Sam!" Dean yelled at him, snapping Sam out of it. He recovers and begins reading again. He puts the book down and helps Dean and I to pin down the demon.

"I got him." Sam told me. I got up and went to pick up the book…but it was gone. There was a loud yell. I turned and saw a black smoke shooting out of the copilot's mouth and disappears into a vent. Dean and Sam let the man go. He was knocked out…hopefully. They looked up at me.

"Where'd it go?" I looked up at the ceiling.

"It's in the plane. Hurry up. We got to finish it." I ran out to find the book. Sam went with me. The plane suddenly dips and heaves violently. I struggled to retrieve the book. I was slammed down to the ground and covered my head. I looked up and saw John's journal. I reached for it but my hand kept almost or getting stepped on. "Oh come the fuck on!" I manage to grab the book and read the rest of the exorcism. A bright electrical charge runs through the entire plane, which then levels out.

I looked at Sam to make sure he was okay. Various people ask if everyone's okay. Amanda sighs in relief, Dean comes out from behind the curtain, and Sam stands up. "I didn't know you could speak Latin." Sam said as he walked up to me.

"I'm fluent." He raised his eyebrows. "What?" Sam, Dean, and I went back to our seats as Amanda was trying to get everyone calm again. I laid my head back. "I'm going to sleep." I was out after I said that.

"Rose, sweetheart, wake up." I woke up to being shacked. "We've landed." I stood up and stretched.

"Thank god…stop calling me that." I mumbled sleepy. Dean laughed as he started to pushed me faster off the plane. "God Dean. I thought you loved the flight." I snickered.

"Shut up, Sweetheart." I started to laugh. When we walked off the plane, I saw all the Paramedics, FBI, FAA, etc. The copilot was seated in a wheelchair with a blanket wrapped around him, being questioned by an FAA agent. Amanda herself was being questioned by a FBI agent. She looks over at us standing across the way and mouths

"Thank you". We nodded our welcome to her.

"Let's get out of here." Dean said as he started towards the exit. I smiled at Sam as I followed him.

"Did you know I really hate flying." Dean stopped and looked back at me.

"You…hate…flying?" I smiled as I walked past him.

"Terrified." I smiled as I went straight to the Impala to go back to have a panic attack, smoke, then sleep.

Sam's POV

I walked up to Dean. He was sitting there looking at Rose in shock.

"What is it man?" Dean looked at me and then back to Rose's back.

"Rose hates flying. Terrified actually." I looked at Rose then back at Dean.

"Wow, she held it together for you." I clapped him on his back and head for the exit. Dean followed after me.

"You okay?" Dean asked as he got closer. I stopped and turn towards him. I need to get it off my chest.

"Dean, it knew about Jessica." Why did that demon know about Jessica.

"Sam, these things, they," Dean placed a hand on my shoulder. "they read minds. They lie. All right? That's all it was." I kind of believe him, because demons do lie…but I think it's more then that.

"Yeah." I said looking at my feet. Dean patted my shoulder again.

"Come on." He pulled me towards the Impala. When we got there Rose was just getting in to the car. I couldn't help but watch her ass. She had a really nice ass.

We finally got back to Jerry's airport. Rose was still knocked out in the back. I know it take a lot more out of her then us, seeing how small she is. So Dean and I decided to just talk to Jerry alone.

"Nobody knows what you guys did, but I do. A lot of people could have been killed." Jerry shakes our hands. "Your dad's gonna be real proud." He said smiling. He turned away from us. "Oh!" He turned back towards us. "Tell Rose, I said thank you."

"We will." Dean said to him. Jerry smiled and laughed.

"You know if I was a few years younger and not married." He smirked. "I would be chasing after her." I could see Dean whole form changed. It went from laid back to about to fight. Dean and I both didn't like that Jerry said that about Rose.

"We'll see you around, Jerry." I grounded out, still trying to sound nice. Dean was already starting to head off but stopped and turned around.

"You know, Jerry." Jerry looked over at Dean. Dean was at the driver side of the Impala.

"Yeah." Dean scratched his head.

"I meant to ask you, how did you get my cell phone number, anyway? I've only had it for like six months." Now that he brought it up, I was wondering too.

"Your dad gave it to me." Jerry said it like it meant nothing. He's talked to Dad?

"When did you talk to him?" Dean asked him.

"I mean, I didn't exactly talk to him, but I called his number." So he didn't talk to Dad, damn it. "His voice message said to give you a call. Thanks again, guys." That still doesn't make since because Dad's phone been out of service. Jerry leaves as we get in the car. Us closing the doors this time makes Rose jump out of her sleep.

"Sorry." I looked at her. Her eyes widen with fear and she was panting. I don't think that it was us closing the door that did that. "Rose, are you okay?" She got her breath under control in a second.

"Yeah. I'm great. That had to be one of the longest sleeps, I've had in awhile." Rose stretched. I looked over at Dean and saw him watching her threw his rear view mirror. I lightly glared at Dean. There was no way I was letting Dean fuck Rose and then ditch her. I care about her too much to let him do that.

Rose's POV

Dean pulled over as soon as we were off the Airport's property. I think it was more of Dean is like me when it's comes to Airports. Just walking in one makes us freak, even if we're not flying. We all got out of the car. I grabbed my brush. I didn't want to get my hair all over Baby. A plane with a red maple leaf on the tail flies overhead.

Dean pulls out his cell phone and starts looking threw it. What the hell is going on?

"This doesn't make any sense, man." Sam said coming around to lean on the backend of the Impala. "I've called Dad's number like fifty times. It's been out of service." I looked at Sam.

"Your dad's number? What about it. I thought it was out of service."

"I know that's what I am saying but Dean want to check it out." The younger brother pointed at the older brother, who was dialing a number. Once it hit the voice mail, Dean turns towards us, so we could hear too.

"This is John Winchester. I can't be reached. If this is an emergency, call my son, Dean. 785-555-0179. He can help." Sam starts to fume. He got his bitch face on and he gets in the car, slamming the door. I sighed as I looked up at Dean.

"Come on, Lit Bit." Dean said as he ruffled my hair. We got in and we drove off to find our next case.