Dean and I were sleeping on the motel bed, Dean on his stomach in a t-shirt and boxers and me on my side curled into him, in one of his shirts and my underwear. I hear the door creak open and nudge Dean who doesn't move. I sigh and grab for the knife we keep under the pillow, it's a quirk of Dean's that I've learned to accept. I grab the handle and turn to see Sam standing in the doorway with coffee and a bag.
"Mornin' sunshine." Sam says cheekily. I let go of the knife, leaving it under the pillow. I nudge Dean.
"What time is it?" I ask Sam, rubbing my eyes.
"Uh it's about 5:45." He says handing me a coffee. Black with three sugars, my favorite.
"In the morning?" Dean mumbles annoyed from the pillow.
"Yep." Sam tells him, smirking. I groan and take a big sip of my coffee.
"Where does the day go?" He asks sitting up and I hand him my coffee which he takes a sip of.
"Aw you guys are so cute." Sam says snickering. I throw my pillow at him.
"Did you get any sleep last night?" Dean asks Sam.
"Yeah, I grabbed a couple hours." He tells him walking over to his bed.
"Liar. 'Cause I was up at 3am and you were watching a George Foreman infomercial." I tell him.
"Hey what can I say, it's riveting TV. Oh and by the way, nice hickey, Sophie." Sam says smirking.
"What?!" I yelp and stumble over to the mirror in the bathroom. Yep, definitely a hickey.
"Dean!" I yell from the bathroom and walk out into the room, hands on my hips. He just grins.
"When's the last time you got a good night's sleep?" Dean asks him worriedly, taking in the bags under Sam's eyes.
"I don't know, a little while, I guess. It's not a big deal." Sam says with a shrug.
"Yeah it is." Dean tells him.
"Look I appreciate your concern-" Sam starts
"Oh, I'm not concerned about you. It's your job to keep my ass, and more importantly Sophie's, alive. We need you sharp." Dean tells him not so subtly grabbing my ass, causing me to shoot out of bed and glare at him. He just looks at me, grinning.
"Seriously, are you still having nightmares about Jess?" Dean asks him.
"Yeah but it's not just her. It's everything. I just forgot, you know? This job. Man, it gets to you."
"You can't let it. You can't bring it home like that." Dean tells him. I scoff and he cocks his head at me.
"So what, this never keeps you up at night?" Sam asks Dean and me. Dean shakes his head.
"You're never afraid? Neither of you?" Sam asks and I shrug walking over and sitting on the bed.
"No, not really." Dean says. Sam grabs the hunting knife from under our pillow and holds it up.
"That's not fear. That's precaution." He says taking back the knife, looking at me for help. His phone rings and he answers.
"Oh, right, yeah. Up in Kittanning, Pennsylvania, the poltergeist thing. It's not back, is it? What is it?" Dean asks and then looks at me and then Sam. He hangs up after that.
"We're heading to Kittanning, Pennsylvania." Dean says standing up. We make good time getting to Pennsylvania and we meet Jerry at the warehouse.
"Thanks for making the trip so quick. I ought to be doing you guys a favor, not the other way around. Dean, your dad and Sophie really helped me out." Jerry says to us as he leads us to his office.
"Yeah, they told me. A poltergeist." Sam says a little too loud.
"Poltergeist? Man, I loved that movie" Some worker says, thinking that's what we were talking about.
"Hey nobody's talking to you." Jerry tells him and then turns back to us."Keep walking. Damn right it was a poltergeist, practically tore our house apart. Tell you something if it wasn't for your dad, Dean and Sophie, I probably wouldn't be alive. Your dad said you were off at college. Is that right?" Jerry asked Sam. Sam nods.
"Yeah I was. I'm- taking some time off." Sam tells him. It's partially true anyway.
"Well he was real proud of you. I could tell. He talked about you all the time." Jerry told Sam.
"He did?" Sam asks him surprised.
"Yeah, you bet he did. Oh, hey, I tried to get a hold of him, but I couldn't. Where is he, anyway?"
"He's- um- wrapped up in a job right now." I tell him
"Well, we're missing the old man, but we get Sam. Even trade, huh?" Jerry asks and Dean laughs.
"No, not by a long shot." Sam tells Jerry, and I turn and frown at him.
"I got something I want you guys to hear." Jerry tells us.
We get to Jerry's office and he tells us about a plane that crashed, which was piloted by his friend.
"I listened to this. And well, it sounded right up your alley." Jerry tells us sitting down, putting a CD into 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." Jerry tells us as he plays the recording.
A man yelling mechanical failure and there's a whooshing sound at the end, but it sounds like EVP.
"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. Chuck is, uh...well, he's pretty broken up about it. Like it was his fault."
"You don't think it was?" Sam asks him.
"No, I don't." Jerry tells us.
"Jerry, we're gonna need passenger manifests, um a list of survivors." I tell him.
"Alright."
"And, uh, any way we can take a look at the wreckage?" Dean asks him.
"The other stuff is no problem. But the wreckage...fellas, the NTSB has it locked down in an evidence warehouse. No way I've got that kind of clearance." Jerry tells us apologetically. Dean frowns.
"No problem." Dean tells him. We leave the factory and Dean heads into a print shop while Sam and I hang outside by the impala. I'm sitting on the trunk while Sam is leaning against the door.
"So how exactly did you and Dean get together? You never told me." Sam asks, breaking the silence.
"Um, it was a case, in Memphis. A vengeful spirit. I got knocked down a flight of stairs. Busted a rib or two, and had a few cuts on my side from a broken stair." I tell him suddenly remembering that night.
"Ouch! Damn it, Dean!" I curse as he pokes at my ribs. We're in the motel room, and John left, not wanting to spend another night here, but made us, seeing as how I was injured.
"Quit whining. Your ribs are bruised, not broken. And I need to check your side, it's bleeding through your shirt." He tells me and I look down to see my white shirt peppered with blood. I sigh.
I take off my shirt, leaving me in my navy blue bra, and Dean grabs the first aid kit. He grabs the whiskey from the table and hands it to me. I take more than a few large sips and then hand it to him.
"Looks like some minor cuts, no stitches." He tells me and I try to smile, but it's probably a grimace.
"Thank god, I don't think I could take another scar thanks to your shoddy sewing skills." I smirk.
He pours the whiskey on my cuts and I inhale sharply, causing him to look up. We're inches apart. I've tried to keep a safe distance from Dean. I've had a crush on him for years, ever since I was 15. I take another couple swigs from the whiskey, between us, Dean and I finished half of it. We're both probably drunk by now. I wince when I drink too much and couch a few times.
"You alright, Soph?" He asks me worriedly, and I smile shyly at him. He raises an eyebrow.
"What's up with you lately?" He asks me and I still. I stand up and walk towards my bag, but he grabs my hand and stops me, causing me to turn around.
"I just, can't keep pretending that things are normal between us." I tell him and he nods.
"I know, but with dad and everything, we never get a chance to talk. Something's different with us, like it's changed." He tells me taking another swig. I nod and drink from it before setting it on the table.
"Would it be weird if I said that I have feelings for you? The non-platonic kind?" I ask him, feeling brave, most likely from the whiskey. He looks at me for a moment, before chuckling softly.
Dean leans forward and crushes his lips to mine and I'm surprised for about 30 seconds before I kiss him back and he carries me to the bed, with my legs wrapped around him, never breaking the kiss.
"Thanks for stopping at that." Sam tells me thankfully and I laugh.
"Sammy, you're my best friend, but I'm already talking boys with you, but I'm not talking about my sex life. Especially since it's with your brother." I tell him and he cringes.
A few minutes later Dean walks out of the print shop, but not before checking out a good-looking woman passing by, causing me to clear my throat loudly and he smiles sheepishly.
"You've been in there forever, pretty boy." I tell him as he walks over to us and holds up three ID's.
"You can't rush perfection." He tells us and he kisses my forehead. He hands us our ID's.
"Homeland Security? That's pretty illegal, even for us." Sam says and I nod.
"Yeah, well, it's something new. You know? People haven't seen it a thousand times." Dean says as we all get in the car, Dean in the driver's seat, Sam in the passenger seat, and me stuck in the back, again.
"Alright, so what do ya got?" Dean asks us.
"Well, there's definitely EVP on the cockpit voice recorder." Sam tells Dean.
"Yeah?" Dean asks curious.
"Listen." Sam says and nods at me to play the edited tape. "No survivors.."
"'No survivors?' What's that supposed to mean? There were seven survivors." Dean says confused.
"Got me." Sam says.
"What if there weren't supposed to be any survivors?" I ask them and they look at me. Dean grins and leans back and kisses me, no just a peck either. When he pulls back he's grinning.
"Sophie, you're a genius. We need to talk to the survivors." Dean tells Sam and starts up the impala.
We end up going to some psychiatric hospital to talk to a survivor who admitted himself after the plane crash. He said that some guy with black eyes opened the emergency exit door. We went to the guy's house and he was just a normal dentist. So now we're shopping for suits to pretend tp be Homeland Security to get in to see the wreckage. I picked out suits for the guys and I grabbed a white blouse, above the knee black pencil skirt, and a black blazer with black pumps. I changed and then pinned my hair back. Dean and Sam came out of the store after I paid for mine and went to the impala.
I whistle at Dean and he turns and checks me out. "Hey there handsome." I tell him, smirking.
Dean stares at me and I see his eyes darken and I bite my lip. Sam sighs.
"Seriously, you guys are the worst." I glare daggers at him and he shrinks back, and I grin.
"Let's go boys." I tell them, opening the door and getting in the passenger seat. We leave and head to the warehouse. The guards are easily fooled by the ID's and my flirting. We examine the wreckage and Dean has his EMF meter, which spikes on a door with a yellow powder on it. I put some in a bag. We get chased out of the warehouse when the real feds show up and head to Jerry's office. He tests the powder to reveal it's sulfur. We're sitting in the motel room, in full research mode on demons.
"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." Sam says from his place at the table, reading from the laptop.
"Yeah but none of them describe anything like this." Dean tells him from his spot on the bed.
"Well, that's not exactly true. You see according to Japanese beliefs, certain demons are behind certain disasters, both natural and man-made. One causes earthquakes, another causes disease." Sam argues.
"And this one causes plane crashes?" Dean asks as he gets up.
"All right, so what? We have a demon that's evolved with the times andfound a way to rachet up the body count?" I ask from my place on the bed, looking up from my book.
"Yeah, you know. Who knows how many planes it's brought down before this one?" Sam asks.
Dean snorts and turns away. I get up and walk over to him and grab his hand.
"What?" Sam asks him.
"I don't know, man. 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. And I wish Dad was here." He says and I kiss him chastely.
"Yeah, me too. We'll find John, okay?" I tell him and he nods.
Jerry calls Dean to tell him that his pilot friend died in a plane crash, and that's when we figured out the planes are crashing 40 minutes into the flight, which just so happens that the number 40 means death. We also figure out that the demon is trying to finish what it started by going after the survivors. We drive to the airport and try to call all the survivors on the way, but it seems the flight attendant is working tonight. We get to the airport and Dean calls her but she hangs up and gets on the plane.
"Alright, time for plan B. We're getting on that plane." Sam says and I nod.
"Whoa, whoa. Now just hold on a second." Dean tells us, wide-eyed. I frown at him.
"Dean, that plane is leaving with over a hundred passengers on board, and if we're right, that plane is going to crash." Sam tells him, seriously.
"I know." Dean responds.
"Okay. So we're getting on the plane, we need to find that demon and exorcise it. I'll get the tickets. You two get whatever you can out of the trunk. Whatever that will make it through the security. Meet me back here in five minutes." I tell them and Dean looks at me, anxiously.
"You okay?" Sam asks him.
"No, not really." Dean tells him.
"What what's wrong?" Sam asks him, worriedly.
"Well, I kind of have this problem with, uh.." Dean starts to tell him.
"Flying?" Sam asks and I try, unsuccessfully, to stop the giggle that slips out. Dean glares at me.
"It's never really been an issue until now." Dean tells us, and I can't help but laugh, because the great Dean Winchester is terrified of planes.
"You're joking, right?" Sam asks, slightly amused.
"Do I look like I'm joking? Why do you think I drive everywhere, Sam?" Dean whisper yells.
"Alright, Sophie and I will do this ourselves." He tells him.
"What are you, nuts? You said it yourselves, the planes gonna crash." He tells us.
"Dean, we can do it together, or Soph and I go, I'm not really seeing a third option here." Sam says.
"Come on! Really? Man.." Dean says and the boys got to the car while I get tickets. We get on the plane and I'm seated between Dean and Sam. Dean is freaking out and squeezing my hand. Dean starts humming my favorite Metallica song and I smile. Sam looks at me and then at Dean.
"You humming Metallica?" He asks him.
"Calms me down." Dean tells him and I giggle. Dean glares at me. I lean over and kiss him, not quickly. When I pull away he seems calm.
"There. Think about that instead. If you aren't calm, you're open to possession." I tell him.
The demon was in the copilot and we had Amanda help us lure him out of the cockpit so we could exorcise him. We finished the first part of the exorcism and started the second part when it went into the plane and tried to crash it but Sam finished the second part and sent it back to hell. We got off the plane at the airport where we left and Dean vowed never to get on a plane again, even after we joined the mile high club in the bathroom on the plane. We passed Amanda as we were walking out and she mouthed 'thank you' to us, and I smiled at her before we left the airport. Jerry was waiting outside for us.
"Nobody knows what you guys did, but I do. A lot of people could have been killed." He says shaking our hands. "Your dad is going to be real proud of you. And I'm sure he's proud of you too, Sophie."
"We'll see you around, Jerry." Sam tells him as Dean starts to walk to the impala.
"You know, Jerry." Dean turns back and says.
"Yeah?"
"I meant to ask you, how did you get my cellphone number? I've only had it for like 6 months."
"Your dad gave it to me." Jerry tells him and I perk up from my spot on the impala's trunk.
"What?" Sam asks him.
"When did you talk to him?" Dean asks him.
"I mean, I didn't exactly talk to him, but I called his number. His voice message said to give you a call. Thanks again, guys." He tells us and then leaves.
"This doesn't make any sense, man. I've called dad's number like fifty times. It's been out of service."
Dean nods at me and I dial John and put it on speaker. '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 scoffs and hurriedly gets into the car, and Dean and I follow and we hit the road. We better find John soon, it's not fair of him to keep yanking them around like this. They need answers. I'm worried that Sam is going to continue to spiral down the same path of revenge that John took after Mary died.