A/N: hello new chapter :). Next chapter we get John :D Honestly I can't feel happy with this chapter but it's here so oh well. It's very Deanna focused. This probably would've been up earlier but I had heaps of homework and stuff but yeah. Hope you enjoy.

Chapter 4:

Sam, Deanna and Sherlock all felt their phones vibrate as they received a text message.

I need help. -JW

All of their hearts filled with dread. Why after so long had John messaged them? An cold airy silence filled the room and for a second everything just seemed to stop.

What? -DW

What? -SW

What with? -SH

Case. -JW

Where are you? -SH

Baskerville. -JW

Where have you been? -SH

Hunting. -JW

What? -SH

I'll tell you when you get here Sherlock. -JW

What makes you so sure that I'm going to come? -SH

You can never resist a case. -JW

You know me too well. -SH

We'll be there in a day or so. -SH

There they stood in the airport. Sherlock went over to check them in. Deanna stood awkwardly beside one of the self check in machines. She hadn't realised it yet but she was shaking like mad. Sam looked over at her worriedly.

"Deanna, are you okay?"

"Well, ummm... not really, no. You see I kind of have this thing about..." She trailed off awkwardly.

"Flying? You're joking right?"

Deanna continued to shake. "Do I look like I'm joking?"

"Alright, how about we make a deal...?"

"No crossroad deals Sammy! My stupid fear isn't worth losing someone's soul over."

Sam shot Deanna what she called 'his bitch face'.

"Not that kind of deal."

"What do you suggest then?"

"If you survive the flight, the second we get into London I'll buy you pie."

"Pie, not cake?"

"What's the difference?"

"For the last time Sammy, pie and cake are completely different. Cake is a dessert commonly eaten at birthday parties which Sherlock's brother Mycroft constantly eats and has a unhealthy relationship with. It is also a lie. Pie on the other hand is a food given to us by the gods, it's the ruler of all things. Sammy, You shall obey the pie or suffer the consequences!"

"... Right..."

Sherlock came back over to them with boarding passes in hand. "Got the boarding passes. Now Deanna you're gonna have to get onto the plane so you have to at least try and get over your fear."

"How did you know?"

"Deanna you're shaking like mad. It'd take an Anderson not to realise that you're afraid of flying."

"Oh."

"Now you need to relax. You've faced things way worse than a simple airplane. You can handle this."

Deanna took a couple of deep breaths then her shoulders sagged. Her shaking began to ease which Sam and Sherlock were incredibly grateful for.

"Alright we have about an hour before we have to board. What do you two want to do?"

Deanna was already wandering off towards either the food court or the bar perhaps both before Sherlock even finished his sentence. Sam smiled at his sister's antics and walked over to the bookshop. Sherlock followed him. Sam began looking through the crime books to see if there were any interesting ones but everytime he picked one up Sherlock would look over his shoulder, read the blurb and deduce what would happen. After about 10 minutes of this Sam had had enough.

"Sherlock will you stop that? Go find yourself a book or go bother Deanna for a bit. I would like to be able to chose a book in peace without you telling me what's going to happen!"

"Fine."

Sherlock walked off in the direction of the puzzle books. He was probably looking for a challenge Sam mused. Sam looked through the books grateful for the peace. He ended up getting Murder on the orient express by Agatha Christie and the first Harry Potter book which he had, oddly enough not read yet. He also picked up a book on the solar system for Sherlock. It's about time Sherlock learnt that the Earth revolves around the sun! He also picked up a book to give Deanna anticipating that she'll probably panic on the plane. He decided to get her a really sappy, cheesy romance book. He laughed inwardly as he picked up The Fault In Our Stars... He just knew that Deanna would hate him for it but it was too good to resist.

As they sat at the gate waiting to board the plane Sherlock had begun reading some science book. Sam was attempting to read his Agatha Christie book but couldn't concentrate due to Deanna's heavy breathing beside him. She sounded like she was almost at the point of hyperventilating. Sam looked over at her worriedly. Her shaking had gotten a whole heap worse and her face was drained of colour. Sam put a comforting hand on her shoulder.

"It'll be okay Deanna, just relax."

"Relax? How can I relax?"

"Just calm down. You look like you're on the verge of collapsing."

"Sam, it's not that simple! I can't simply calm down!"

"Why not?"

"No Sam, I'm not talking about it. Just get back to your romance novel."

"Actually it's a murder mystery..."

Deanna just rolled her eyes and pulled out her phone and began playing on it as a method to distract herself. Seeing that his older sister was now distracted Sam turned his attention back to his book. After about ten minutes boarding was announced.

Sam, Deanna and Sherlock all got up and made their way to their seats on the plane. Once at their seats they sat down (GASP). Sam, sensing that Deanna was probably inwardly panicking handed her The Fault in our stars. She looked at it like it was a foreign object. She looked over at Sam questionably.

"It's a book Deanna! I thought you might like a distraction."

"Thanks Sammy."

Deanna opened the book and began reading it. The boarding and safety procedures passed in a blur, before any of them knew it they were taking off. Before they knew it they were taking off. Sam heard Deanna humming beside him. He recognised the tune. Her turned to her questioningly.

"Are you humming Metallica?"

"Calms me down."

Sam decided not to question it.

About 20 minutes into the flight Sam was hit with a flying book. He turned to look at Deanna knowing that she was probably the person who had thrown it.

"Why did you throw a book at me?"

"Well why did you give me this garbage to read? It's so lovey dovey and it was excruciating boring and girly and sappy and cheesy. Seriously Sam why would anyone in their right mind read this trash?"

"Well it's a best seller."

"HOW?"

"I don't know quite a lot of people like romance stories."

"Sam I'm well aware of your reading preferences and I'm telling you now I don't agree with them."

Sam sighed and pulled the Harry Potter book out of his backpack.

"Fine then, read this."

"Alright, but it better not have any of this lovey dovey garbage in it!"

At some point during the flight Sam had drifted off. He was woken by the sound of Deanna hyperventilating and Sherlock desperately trying to calm her down. When Sam looked over at Deana he quickly realised that she was freaking out.

"Sherlock, could you leave us alone for a bit?"

"Sure thing."

Sherlock undid his seatbelt and walked off to some other part of the plane. Once he was gone Sam turned his full attention to Deanna.

"Deanna, hey look at me. Focus on me." Deanna didn't appear to have heard him. "You need to calm down. It's okay, you're safe. I'm right here, I'm not going to let anything happen to you."

Deanna visibly relaxed and began to calm down. Her eyes locked with Sam's. Once she was fully relaxed Sam asked "Deanna, why are you so afraid of flying?"

"Sam..." She began.

"Maybe talking about it might help."

"Maybe." She replied skeptically.

"Please Deanna, tell me."

Deanna held her hands up in defeat and said "Alright, fine!"

Sam smiled triumphantly. She let out a loud sigh.

"While you were away at Stanford I took up a case with Sherlock and John. I can remember it like it was yesterday. It happened just after I had a huge fight with Sherlock. I wanted some time alone so I stole the Impala and went on the road, all alone.

John had texted me asking me to come back saying that he missed me. Yeah right, He probably just wanted my help on a case or something. Anyway... After about a week on the road I got a phone call from some guy. He told me that a plane had crashed and there'd only been seven survivors, but a strange sound had been found on the black box. He thought that it might be up my street.

I took up the case as a way to distract myself. To be honest I was just getting lonely after being on the road so long. When I heard the sound on the black box I was almost certain that it wasn't normal. When I managed to isolate it I could hear a voice. It said 'no survivors'. Which of course made no sense since there were seven.

The next day the man called me again and told me that one of the survivors had died that night in a plane crash. After breaking into the plane warehouse I determined that I definitely wasn't tangling with a ghost. The place smelled of sulfur, so clearly a demon!

After breaking in I called you Sam. I wanted to see if you could tell me anything useful but you didn't pick up. I ended up having to do heaps of research all by myself and you know how much I hate research! After about ten times longer than it should've taken I'd worked out that it was a special kind of demon whose name I can't even pronounce!

It was killing the survivors from the first crash. After interviewing some of the survivors I discovered that only one of them would be flying again some time in the near the future. Her name was Sophie, she was an airplane hostess. I went down to the airport in hopes of trying to convince her not to fly but all of my genius plans failed! So I ended up having to get onto the plane to exorcise the freaking demon!

I was already a little afraid of flying but I told myself that if I could save her then it'd be worth facing my fear, The plane took off smoothly. After 30 minutes into the flight I got up to try and find the demon and exorcise its ass! It was the co-pilot.

I ended up having to talk to Sophie and asking her to help me get him behind closed curtains. She agreed after I told her what she was. Looking back it's a little odd that she believed me so quickly... Anyway!

I ended up only managing half the exorcism before the plane started going down. It was the most terrifying experience of my life. Finishing an exorcism on a crashing plane isn't exactly easy Sammy! Somehow I managed it and the plane (much to my relief) stopped crashing.

We ended up returning to the airport. The second I'd left and gotten back to Baby I called John. I'd had enough of being on my own. I got sent to voicemail. I tried every single phone he owns and still nothing. Eventually I called Sherlock and he told me that John had disappeared. That's when I went to find you."

"So you're petrified of flying because you were on some crashing plane?"

"Yes. Flying just brings back bad memories. You know the first time I ever flew on plane was when I was five. Mary had been dead over a year and John had decided that he needed to get away from everything. He'd yelled at me on the plane when I didn't want to leave. I guess flying has just always been a bad experience for me."

"I had no idea."

"Well now you know."

"Now I know."

Deanna sighed loudly and said "Sammy?"

"Yeah Deanna?"

"How long until we land?"