After giving Morgan the address for the rental car lot, he finally got the chance to slow down and just think- and there was a lot that he needed to think about. There was the case, his brothers' proposal, along with other mundane things- those being the biggest two.

His main priority at the moment was the case, something just didn't seem right. He had no clue what it was that was off but there was something. And then there was the worry he felt towards the whole situation. Sure, Cheryl had had self-defense training but then so had Trish.

There was always the possibility that she wasn't actually going to the lot too but at least he could still track the GPS in her car and give them a head up if there was a change. He had comfort in that but unfortunately, there wasn't much else he could do now but wait and hope for the best.

The other small voice in his head kept nagging him to think about Dean, Sam and dad and nothing else. He had spent the better half of his still short life trying to get away from hunting and breaking free from his father. But now he sat there thinking about getting back into it. There was no way he could just give up on having a normal life like that. It was ridiculous. Leave the BAU?

He had worked hard to get here. Four years of college and two years' experience under his belt and that was something he just couldn't walk away from. But at the same time, they were family and you can't just leave them forever- they will always find their way back somehow.

Yet, somehow, his mind kept bringing the older memories and unused knowledge back up time after time. Never had he thought he would see his family again this way for this reason. He always figured that it would have been because they were arrested for something stupid and he'd have to bail him out.

He wasn't going to go back to hunting monsters like he used to, he was hunting a different kind now. He couldn't. He had told himself that night on the bus on the way to Cal. Tech. that he wouldn't, no matter what happened, no matter how much time had passed.

And even if he did, he couldn't go back to hunting with his family, not after how he had left. But it was something almost comforting the last five days though. It was something he knew and knew well having grown up to it. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad if he did go back. He could always try to patch things up with dad and if that didn't work, he could always find Bobby and take care of some jobs with him.

He was getting nowhere with that. Apart of him wanted to go back but the other part was saying no. It almost scared him to think that the first voice might win.

He jumped a little when Gideon sat down in the seat next to him. "You're biting your nails," he commented.

"Hum?" Spencer replied stupidly not realizing that he had indeed been biting on his nails. Pulling his hand down he said, "I haven't done that is six years." That was something he had grown into when he was younger. Whenever he was deep in thought to in some kind of stress, his nails found their way to his teeth.

"What's on your mind?"

He sighed, "It's nothing really. I just have a big decision to make and for once, I don't know what the right answer is."

"You're smart, Spencer, whatever you do decide will be the right thing to do."

"I hope so," he sounded unsure.

"Does this decision have to do anything with the time you took off?" Gideon asked.

Spencer opened his mouth to answer when the front door opened and in came Hotch, Morgan, and Cheryl.

"She's all right," Morgan said to Mr. Davenport who stood at the sound of the opening door.

"Hey," Elle greeted them as they walked by her.

Within a minute of being back, the phone was ringing. Morgan was the one who answered this time.

"Well, that was fun, wasn't it? Running around, getting out pulses racing. Are you there, Cheryl?" He was breathing heavily. Morgan held up a hand warning her against saying anything. "Are you there? Tell me you didn't feel it, the tingle run up your spine. Huh? Those FBI agents though, figuring it out and ruining my plans. If they hadn't, I would have had both of you. The complete set."

"Why are you doing this" she asked against Morgan's advice.

"You asked me to, Cheryl. With your looks, those little gestures, the way you talk."

Spencer waved his hands, they needed to mute it and give her a verbal warning.

"Do not answer him," Morgan said.

"You asked for this, Cheryl," he continued on.

She had had enough, he hand jutted out to unmute their side. "What do you want!?" she yelled at him.

"What do I want?" he sounded outraged. "You!" he answered himself. "Maybe not today or tomorrow, but I promise you, we will be together." The line went dead.

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Almost immediately after the words were out of his mouth, the plane dipped, they felt like they were speeding up and moving downward at an angle.

Sam threw back the curtains to see if the journal had slid out from the room. And indeed it had. It lay a few feet away from where he stood.

As he made a dive for it, the leather bound book moved further down the aisle and out of his reach, into the foot space of other passengers. He crawled on his hands and knees to get his hands on it.

When he did, he opened it and had to flip through the pages to find the right on he needed.

All around him, people were screaming and holding on to anything they could. Above everyone else though, Sam could hear the distinct panicked scream of Dean's. They were going even faster, papers were flying around the cabin. Outside, the crack of thunder couldn't be heard over the passengers.

When he found the right page, he yelled over everyone else, the last bit of the exorcism to finish the demon off for good. He finished just as the plane was hit by a bolt of lightning. They seemed to turn and tilt upwards in the right direction then level out above the storm.

It was over. Slowly, Sam stood on shaky legs turning to make sure Dean was okay. On his way back, he caught sight of Amanda sitting in a seat taking huge breaths of air- she would be okay. The blue curtains were still open from before. If it wasn't for the look of pure horror in his eyes, the way Dean had bolted himself against the back wall would have been hilarious.

His hair was standing on end from the force it felt before making it look spikey. His mouth was still agape like he would still be screaming if he could and his eyes were the size of dinner plates. Dean had his knees bent and his arms out wide to hold the two walls.

He would be okay too. They all would.

A/N: There's one case finished for the most part, loose ends will be tied next and the Davenport case should be closed too. And we should find out Spencer's decision soon also. But there you have it for tonight. Thanks everyone who continues to read/review/alert/favorite this I love to hear what you think and get those emails!