"I'm sorry, what did you say?" Amanda asked from on the other side of the stewardess cart.

"Cristo?" Dean asked looking up from underneath his eye lashes.

"I still-don't?" She was beyond confused.

"Alright, then. Never mind," he turned and left the small back room of the plane to find Sam. Behind him, Amanda was still not sure what had just happened and she mumbled, "Okay then."

As he sat down, Dean said, "So, it's not her."

"Well, that's just great," Sam responded with sarcasm. They had less than half an hour to get what needed to be done- done. "So it could be anyone."

Just then, the plane hit a spot of turbulence.

"That's can't be normal!" Dean said starting to freak out.

"You need to calm down," Sam said over his eldest brother.

"Dude, this plane is going to crash. Do not tell me to calm down."

"Dean, you're panicked and that make you wide open to demonic possessions. You need to calm down."

That seemed to get through to him as he took a slow deep breath in then out. After a few more, Sam asked, "Better?"

Dean nodded but still looked freaked out.

"While you were talking to Amanda, I found this exorcism in dad's journal that might work. The Ritual Romano," He pause to look at Dean who was still taking deep breaths. "It has two parts," he continued. "The first expels the demon from the body. The second sends it straight back to Hell."

"Okay," Dean was finally able to answer.

"But after it's taken out of the victim, it doesn't need a body anymore and can do tons of damage on its own."

"Awesome," Dean said again with his usual sarcastic tone. "Well first, we have to find it."

*CM*SN*SUPERMINDS*SN*CM*

"No," Gideon said simply pressing the mute button.

"Why not?" Cheryl asked. "I want to help."

"He shouldn't want to talk with her," Morgan imputed. "She doesn't have the same authority he does."

"I think she should talk to him. We can find out a lot more about him that way," Elle said.

"She's right, Gideon," Morgan agreed.

"No," he said again.

"Do I need to repeat myself?" The unsub asked.

"She's my sister," Cheryl said.

Gideon shook his head. Having her talk over the line was not an option if he could help it. "Elle."

"I'm waiting," the voice sounded again this time impatient.

Elle walked over from her spot by Cheryl to stand next to Mr. Davenport and Gideon.

"Okay," she nodded and waited to be taken off mute. "This is Cheryl," she answered.

The unsub sighed. "I'm not ignorant. I have Patricia with me and I know Cheryl's voice. This is not Cheryl. I want to talk to her, now. I will give you sixty seconds before I hang up and you never hear from me or Patricia again," he threatened.

Gideon muted it again and stood up snapping his finger at Cheryl. "Over here." Then he turned to Elle, "Prep her."

The blond sat down next to her father and faced Elle.

The voice spoke again, "Fifty seconds."

"He's arrogant. Let him feel like he's controlling you. Let him guide the conversation but keep it on your sister and use her name."

"Thirty-five seconds."

"Talk about her. Let him get to know her through you."

"Got it," she said.

"Stay on topic. Agree with him."

"Twenty-five seconds."

"Try to empathize with him. I know that it will be hard but you have to do it Let him know that he can still fix it, that he didn't mean to hurt her. Show him that he can be a kind person if he lets your sister go."

"Ten Seconds."

"And if you aren't sure what to say, I'll tell you."

"Three, two, one."

*CM*SN*SUPERMINDS*SN*CM*

Dean had taken to the aisles of the plane with his homemade EMF reader in hand, he scanned it across to the left to the right keeping the headphones in his ears, he concentrated on hearing the beeping that would go off if it picked up anything.

Sure the people were giving him strange looks when he pointed it towards them but hey, if they all made it out alive, those looks would be worth it.

Coming up behind him, Sam placed a hand on his shoulder making Dean jump a foot in the air. "Don't do that," he complained.

"Any luck?" he asked, ignoring his brother.

"No, nothing. How much time do we have left?"

Sam looked at his watch. "About fifteen minutes. Maybe you missed someone," he suggested.

"Maybe it's just not on the plane."

Sam looked somewhat shocked. "Do you really believe that?"

"No," he sighed at the same moment the EMF reader lit up and started beeping. Dean looked up while Sam followed his gaze.

The bathroom door was opening up and one of the two pilots was exiting it. He notice their looking at him and he offered a smile.

"Cristo," Dean whispered after he had turned his back to them. He turned back to look at them when the words hit his ears. His eyes were black. There was no whites' left- they were just endless black pits. They had their demon.

He held their gaze for only a few seconds then the demon had recovered and entered the cockpit, closing the door behind him.

*CM*SN*SUPERNATURAL*SN*CM*

"This is Cheryl," she said urgently.

"Hello, Cheryl," he said politely. "How are you?"

Already, she didn't know how to answer him. She looked at Elle who was trying to give her a reassuring smile.

"I'd be better if it knew that my sister-" she gulped, "If Trish was okay."

"It sounds to me that you, Cheryl, have a lot of empathy. You care about people."

"Yes. And it seems like you understand."

"You mean to say that I empathize?"

"Yes."

"I do. I empathize with you Cheryl. I know that you want to be with your sister."

"Yes, I want her back."

"Tell me about yourself, Cheryl. What is your favorite color?"

Elle leaned over and muted their side again. "Don't answer that," she said. "Stay on Trish." She unmuted it.

"If I tell you, can I talk to my sister?" she asked getting a nod of approval from Elle.

"Maybe," he chuckled darkly. "Maybe not."

She licked her lips. "I like blue."

"How," he paused to think of the right word. "Common. And what about chocolate? Do you like Chocolate, Cheryl?"

Her eyes widen like she couldn't believe what she was being asked. Her hesitation seemed to annoy him as he repeated himself louder.

"Yes." She finally answered.

"As do I." he responded more calmly.

"Please," she begged. "Let me talk to my sister."

For a moment, there was no noise from either side of the line. "Please, just let me hear her voice, let me know she's alright."

There came the noise of a door being opened. Then, "Cher?"

"Trish?" Cheryl asked in relief.

"Cheryl, is that you?"

"Yes, it's me. I'm here. Are you okay?"

"Cher, I can't-" she sounded out of it. "I can't-"

"Trish? Where are you? What do you see?"

"I… see the… the moon."

The door creaked open again. "Trish!" Cheryl shouted.

"5000 dollar is what I'm owed," the unsub was back.

"Please, let me talk to her."

"You will wait by the phone," he continued on like she didn't say a thing. "I will call back in five minutes with more instructions." The line when dead.

A/N: That's it for tonight. I have an early shift at work tomorrow so I should have time to work on an update so I'll see you all tomorrow then. Until then… Thanks for the reviews, favorites, and alerts. (Holy shnikies respectively 19, 12, 37. Thank you all so much for your support!)