In the brother's motel room, one of the three brothers slept soundly. Dean laid in bed on his stomach, trying to fall back asleep after being awoken by a train zooming by near the hotel, while Jason laid comfortably on the couch, headphones playing music from his walkman into his ears. The night before was sleepless for the brothers. Sam stayed up watching infomercials, something that kept the others up the majority of the night. Not being able to sleep was becoming a problem for Sam, one he was actively trying to ignore. Ever since Jessica's death he'd been having constant nightmares of that night then he's started staying up all night to avoid his nightmares. It was really starting to affect their sleep too.

Suddenly Dean heard the door to their room opening, he slowly reached underneath his pillow for his knife. The door then slammed closed and Sam walked in carrying a cup tray with three coffees. "Morning, guys."

Knowing now that it was just Sam, Dean relaxed and then let out a groan as the sunlight from the windows shined into his eyes. "What time is it?"

"It's about 5:45," Sam estimated, glancing at the still sleeping Jason on the couch.

"In the morning?" Dean asked tiredly, rubbing his eyes.

Sam nodded. "Yup."

"Where does the day go?" The eldest brother mumbled to himself as he began pushing up off the mattress.

Crossing the room, Sam stopped in front of the couch and pulled the headphones out from Jason's ears. In response, Jason jolted awake, pistol in hand pointed forward. "Who's there?!" he exclaimed. Sam jumped back, a palm raised, not dropping the coffee. Upon seeing it was his little brother, Jason dropped his arm and laid back on the couch. He pinched the bridge of his nose, letting out a breath. "Jesus, Sam, don't do that."

"How about you don't aim a weapon at somebody every time they wake you up," Sam argued.

Jason sighed and muttered. "Fuck off, it's a habit."

Dean leaned up on his elbow, looking at his youngest brother. "Did you get any sleep last night?"

"Yeah, I grabbed a couple hours," Sam said unconvincingly.

"Bullshit-" Jason groaned sitting up on the couch, rubbing his eyes. "I didn't sleep much last night so I know you were up watching some fuckin' George Foreman stuff on TV or whatever."

Sam shrugged his shoulders. "Hey what can I say? It's riveting TV."

"When was the last time you got a good night's sleep?" Dean asked, swinging his legs over the side of the bed.

"I don't know. A little while I guess. Not a big deal." Sam said, trying to put his sleep deprivation off as nothing to worry about.

"Yeah it is Sam," Jason argued.

"Look I appreciate that you both are concerned," Sam said.

"We're not concerned. You need sleep to stay sharp. We gotta keep each other alive." Dean stated. Sam nodded in understanding. "Seriously, are you still having nightmares about Jess?" Dean asked, concerned for his brother.

Sam handed Jason his cup of coffee before making his way over to his bed, sitting across from Dean. "Yeah. But it's not just her it's everything," he explained, handing the second cup in his hands to Dean. "I just forgot, you know? This job - man it get's to you."

"Don't ever let it get to you little bro, never come home with pain," Jason said taking a much-needed sip of coffee.

Sam glanced at Jason then said. "So what all this… it never keeps either of you up at night?"

Dean shook his head, "Never."

"Nope," Jason said.

"Neither of you are ever afraid?" Sam questioned in a skeptical tone.

"Not really," Jason said, then took another sip from his coffee cup. Sam scoffed in response then reached underneath Dean's pillow and pulled out the knife hidden underneath it, using it to point to Jason's pistol.

"Those aren't fear, they're precautions," Dean stated, taking his knife out of Sam's hand.

"As Dad always says 'It's always important to be prepared.' As uncomfortable as it is to be sleeping with weapons we'd rather be prepared than end up monster chow." Jason explained, taking another sip.

"All right, whatever. I'm too tired to argue." Sam relented, letting out a yawn.

"Sam you really need to start getting more sleep, if we find Dad the last thing we need is you collapsing from exhaustion," Jason said concerned for his little brother.

"Don't worry about me Jason, I'm fine," Sam reassured.

Before Jason could reply Dean's phone started ringing on the nightstand. Dean grabbed the phone, answered it, and put it on speaker. "Hello?"

"Dean, it's Jerry Panowski." the man on the phone said. "You, Jason, and your dad helped me out a couple of years back,"

Dean then remembered that job, it was simple but they managed to succeed.

"Oh right yeah, up in Kittanning, Pennsylvania, the poltergeist thing," Dean remembered then asked. "It's not back, is it?"

Panowski chucked. "No. No. Thank God, no. But it's something else, and, well, I think it could be a lot worse."

"What is it?" Dean asked.

"Can we talk in person?" Panowski asked.

"Sure," Dean replied then hung up.

The next they knew the brothers were driving to Kittanning, Pennsylvania. Where they were meeting an old acquaintance from a previous hunt. Years ago they got rid of a Poltergeist, Jerry Panowski thanked them. The brothers met with Jerry and as they were walking Jerry was telling them what was going on.

"Thanks for making the trip so quick. I ought to be doing you guys a favor, not the other way around." Jerry said regretfully. "Dean, Jason, and your Dad really helped me out."

"Yeah, they told me it was a poltergeist?" Sam asked.

A passerby eavesdropped on their conversation. "Poltergeist, man I loved that movie," the worker exclaimed as he walked by.

"Hey, nobody's talking to you. Keep walking." Jerry ordered, annoyed by the snooper. Rolling his eyes at the man, he turned his attention back to Sam. "Damn right it was a poltergeist. Practically tore our house apart. Tell you something, if it wasn't for you, Jason, and your Dad, I probably wouldn't be alive," Jerry said, thankfully. "Your Dad said you were at college. Is that right?"

"Yeah, I was. I'm… taking some time off." Sam explained.

"Well, he was real proud of you. I could tell. He talked about you all the time." Jerry said.

"He did?" Sam was surprised to hear that. He never thought of his father as being proud of him, not unless he abided by his rules. Still, not even then. Certainly not for going to college.

"You bet he did," Jerry said with a smile. He turned to Dean and Jason. "Oh, hey, I tried to get ahold of him, but I couldn't. How's he doing, anyway?"

"He's, um, wrapped up in a job right now," Dean explained.

"Yeah, even we can't get a hold of him," Jason added.

"Well, we're missing the old man," Jerry sighed, then looked at the youngest Winchester. He smiled. "We get Sam. Even trade, huh?"

The brothers chuckled in amusement. Sam shook his head bashfully. "No. Not by a long shot,"

"Definitely not," Jason commented, a playful grin aimed at his baby brother

Jerry chuckled, nodding in the direction of his office."I got something I want you guys to hear."

Inside the office, Jerry sat down behind his desk. He grabbed a CD from the drawer, popping it into the computer. "I listened to this. Well, it sounded like it was up your alley. Normally I wouldn't have access to this. It's the cockpit voice recorder for the United Britannia Flight 2485. It was one of ours."

The three of them listened to the recording. It appeared normal at first, the usual fuzzy static that appeared on this type of recording until a loud, hiss-like growl echoed through the speakers and the audio cut off.

"Took off from here, crashed about two hundred miles south," Jerry explained. "Now they're saying mechanical failure the cabin depressurized somehow. Nobody knows why, over a hundred people on board. Only seven got out alive. The 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 asked.

Jerry shook his head. "No, I don't."

"Well if you think that then we'll need passenger manifests, a list of survivors-" Jason listed then Dean continued for him.

"Right, and anyway we can take a look at the wreckage?" Dean asked.

"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 explained.

If they couldn't get to that wreckage then this job was gonna be very hard, the easiest way for them to find out what caused this is to see the wreckage.

Dean nodded then said. "No problem."

Fortunately, they had a plan.

The Impala was parked outside of a Copy Jack store, Sam leaned against the passenger door, drumming his fingers against the metal while he waited for Dean and Jason to come out. Inside, Dean and Jason were working on fake IDs that would give them access to the wreckage. After what felt like forever baking in the hot sun, the bell above the door rang, alerting Sam to his brother's exit.

"You've been in there forever," Sam complained.

"You can't rush perfection," Dean stated, holding out their newly printed fake IDs.

Sam took a laminated card, eyes widening when he read the words printed there. "Homeland Security? That's pretty illegal, ever for us."

"Yeah, well, it's something new, you know?" Dean said, walking over to the driver's side of the Impala. "People haven't seen it a thousand times."

Mouth agape, Sam watched Dean disappear into the car along with Jason, who hopped into the backseat. With a huff, Sam followed his brothers into the car. Jason threw an arm over the backseat. "Besides, breaking the law has never stopped us before, so why should it now?"

Sam groaned in annoyance. "Fine."

"All right, so, what do you got?" Dean asked.

Reaching into the backpack on the floor between his feet, Sam pulled out some of his research and leafed through the papers. "Well, there's definitely E.V.P. on the cockpit voice recorder."

"Yeah?" Jason said.

Sam grabbed his laptop and began playing an enhanced version of the recording they had listened to back at the airport. Most of it was distorted, but two words could be heard loud and clear; "No Survivors."

The brothers exchanged glances with each other. "No survivors?" Dean repeated with furrowed brows.

"Spooky," Jason commented.

"What's that supposed to mean? There were seven survivors."

Sam shrugged. "Got me."

"So are we dealing with a haunted plane?" Jason asked.

"There's a long history of spirits and death omens on planes and ships, like phantom travelers," Sam explained. "Or remember Flight 401?"

Dean nodded in remembrance, "Right, the one that crashed, the airline salvaged its parts, put it in other planes. Then the spirit of the Pilot and Copilot haunted those flights, right."

"Rebuilding shit with used parts just leads to trouble," Jason said, tapping Dean's shoulder. "Remember that time we wrecked the Impala and tried to fix it with scrap engine parts before Dad found out?"

"Ugh," Dean groaned, squeezing his eyes shut momentarily. "Don't remind me."

"We almost lost this baby," Jason said, patting the seat of the Impala.

Almost ten years ago, the Winchesters were in a small town hunting vampires for a week or two. While they were there Dean and Jason were seeing these two hot girls, they took them out for a ride in the Impala without their Dad's permission. However, while Dean was driving he accidentally crashed the Impala, luckily none of them were hurt but the same couldn't be said for the car. Dean and Jason quickly tried to repair the damage with used car parts. However week later while they were on the road the engine blew.

It wasn't long after that until John discovered that Dean and Jason crashed the car. He was so pissed off at them for taking the car without permission that they were forbidden from doing anything fun for three months, probably the worst three months of their lives.

"Dad said it's a miracle that the Impala wasn't damaged beyond repair because we really did a number on it," Jason remembered though a bit hesitantly because that was a bad memory for him.

"Hey guys can we get back on track here," Sam said annoyed that they were getting off-topic.

"Oh right, sorry," Dean apologized.

"Anyway maybe we got a similar deal with the haunted plane legend," Sam suggested.

"Maybe, or maybe not," Jason supposed.

"So, survivors, which one do we talk to first?" Dean asked, pulling out a list of the plane crash survivors.

Sam pointed to the third name on the list. "Third on the list, Max Jaffey,"

"Why him?" Dean asked.

"For one, he's from around here. And two, if anyone saw anything weird, he did." Sam explained.

"How?" Jason asked.

"Well, I spoke to his mother, and she told me where to find him," Sam said.

"Where?" Jason asked.

"Riverfront Psychiatric Hospital," Sam said.

"Then let's go," Dean said.

With that Dean started up the Impala and they drove to the Mental Asylum to try to get some answers.

The brothers arrived at the Psychiatric Hospital they used their badges to get in and asked for Max Jaffey. When they explained to Max that they were investigating the plane accident he was confused. Right now the four of them were walking through the gardens talking with Max. Max was walking with a cane since his body was injured in the crash.

"I don't understand I already spoke with Homeland Security," Max said confused.

"Right." Sam nodded in understanding.

"Some new information has come up. So if you could just answer a couple of questions..." Dean lied.

"Before the crash did you see anything strange?" Jason asked.

"Like what?" Max questioned.

"Strange lights, weird noises, maybe… voices," Dean listed out.

"No nothing," Max answered. The four of them then took a seat at a table so they could continue their discussion.

"Hmm. Mr. Joffrey," Dean began but Max corrected him. "Jaffey."

"Jaffey. You checked yourself in here, right?" Dean asked. Max nodded.

"Then can we ask why?" Jason asked.

"I was a little stressed. I survived a plane crash," Max explained.

"Uh-huh." Dean nodded then asked. "And that's what terrified you? That's what you were afraid of?"

This was getting to Max, surviving a plane crash was very traumatic and this talk was seriously getting to him.

"I-I don't want to talk about this anymore," Max said but Dean continued to press him.

"I think maybe you did see something up there we need to know what," Dean insisted.

"No. No, I was delusional, seeing things." Max said, trying to convince himself it was all an illusion.

Dean leaned back in his chair irritated with Max's stubbornness, while Jason rolled his eyes.

"Seeing things, really?"

Sam decided to step in and try his hand at getting some answers. "It's okay. Then just tell us what you thought you saw. Please,"

Max took a deep breath before explaining. "There was… this… man. And, uh, he had these eyes...these, uh… black eyes. And I saw him- I thought I saw him..."

"What?" Jason asked.

"He opened the emergency exit. But that's impossible, right? I mean, I looked it up. There's something like two tons of pressure on that door." Max said.

That would be impossible for a human to open but not a supernatural being.

"This man - did he seem to appear and disappear rapidly?" Sam asked. "It would look something like a mirage,"

Max shook his head. "What are you nuts? He was a passenger. He was sitting right in front of me."

After getting all they could from Max the brothers left to talk with the wife of the man who caused the crash. The impala pulled up to the house. "Here we are - George Phelps, seat 20C."

"Hmm." Dean hummed then turned off the Impala's engine. "Man, I don't care how strong you are. Even yoked up on PCP or something, no way you can open up an emergency door during a flight."

"You'd have to be as strong as the Hulk to open a door with that much pressure," Jason said as they all got out of the Impala.

"No kidding," Dean replied.

"You could open it if you weren't human," Sam pointed out. "Maybe this guy George was something else some kind of creature, maybe, in human form."

"Are you sure this is what you'd call an evil creature's lair?" Jason asked, looking at the place where the person lived which is actually a pretty nice house.

"Let's just go in and find out what we can," Sam suggested.

With that, the brothers went in lying to the victim's wife, after a bit of talking she let them inside then the four of them sat down. Sam noticed a picture of a victim on the table, he picked it up and looked at it. "This is your late husband?" He asked.

She nodded. "Yes, that is my George."

"And you said he was a... dentist?" Dean asked.

She nodded. "He was headed to a convention in Denver. Do you know he was petrified to fly?"

The brothers exchanged confused glances with each other. Any monster they ever encountered didn't seem the type to be terrified. It could've been an act.

"For him to go like that…" She trailed off.

Sam gave her a sympathetic glance before asking, "How long were you married?"

"Thirteen years." She answered.

"In those thirteen years have you ever noticed anything odd or unusual?" Jason asked, curiously.

She furrowed her brow in confusion, contemplating the question. "Well… uh, he had acid reflux if that's what you mean," Mrs. Phelps said.

The brothers exchanged glances with each other, acid reflux wasn't anything Supernatural. After a few more questions the brothers thanked her for her time and left for the Impala.

"I mean it goes without saying. It just doesn't make any sense." Sam said.

"A middle-aged dentist with an ulcer is not exactly evil personified," Dean commented.

"If we're gonna get some answers we need to get inside that warehouse where that plane wreckage is," Jason pointed out. Sam and Dean nodded in agreement.

"OK. But if we're gonna go that route, we'd better look the part," Sam stated.

Jason groaned in annoyance. "Great, dressing up, how fuckin' wonderful."

If there was one thing Jason hated about hunting it was the fact that they had to dress up in suits. Jason hated wearing suits, Jason preferred wearing T-shirts, hoodies, jeans, and boots. Occasionally flannel too, like Dean. But the job required them to wear suits when needed.

Knowing they had to be dressed for the part the brothers stopped at a nearby store called, 'Mort's for Style'. After some time, the brothers exited the store wearing three new suits and carrying suitcases. Dean stretched the collar in his neck in discomfort.

"Man I look like one of the blues brothers," Dean complained.

"Tell me about it, I look like those guys who sing Only You..." Jason trailed off for a second. "Actually you know what, I love that song, but still don't like the suit."

"Dean, be more like Jason right now," Sam said before walking to the Impala.

"Huh, that sounded like a compliment, I'll take it," Jason chuckled, beginning to walk with Sam.

"Jesus Christ," Dean muttered, following along. "I still hate the suit though."

"So do I big bro," Jason agreed. "But we have to get into that warehouse."

Now that the three of them had their disguises, they went to the warehouse where the plane wreckage was kept. Dean flashed his badge to some guard and they were in. Inside the hanger, there were pieces of the plane everywhere, a lot of them were badly dented or burned. With seemingly no explanation as to why the plane crashed, the brothers got to work finding the cause. Jason reached into his pocket and pulled out an EMF meter he built. He turned it on and placed an earbud into his ear so he could hear anything odd in the wreckage.

Sam took notice of it. "What is that?" He asked.

"Are you kidding, Sam, you know what an EMF is," Jason replied.

"I know what an EMF meter looks like, but why does that one look like the walkman Dad gave you when you were a kid?" Sam asked.

"Because I broke my EMF some time ago, so I found a broken Walkman in a pawnshop and used the parts to repair it. I think I did an excellent job in fixing it," Jason said proudly. "This thing works like a dream."

"Huh, I bet," Sam commented with a grin.

Turning on his heel, Jason began walking around the wreckage listening for any odd sounds, holding the meter out to pick up anything paranormal. Suddenly the EMF began blaring with the lights on it illuminating red.

Jason looked and saw the source coming from the emergency door handle. "Huh," he hummed."Check out the emergency door handle."

Approaching the remains, Dean scratched the handle picking up some weird substance. "What is that stuff?" He asked.

Jason shrugged. "Beats me, but I think we've seen this before."

"Well, there's only one way to find out," Sam pulled out a little plastic container and a knife and scraped some of the stuff into it.

"OK. We should get out of here now bro's I have a feeling the real Homeland Security is here with us," Jason warned.

"Don't worry we're gonna be long gone when they get in here," Dean said, patting him on the back.

With that, the brothers quickly left just as the real Homeland Security entered. By the time they came in, the Winchesters were already outside heading for the Impala. However the alarms quickly began blaring, and the brothers then started running. They stopped at the security fence which had barbed wire, Dean took off his jacket and tossed it on top of the spikes so they could climb over. Dean grabbed his coat.

"These monkey suits do come in handy," Dean said.

"Huh, I guess they do," Jason muttered.

Arriving at the impala Sam and Dean quickly got in while Jason practically jumped in through the open window in the backseat. Dean quickly started up the car and drove out of there before they were caught.

As soon as they were a safe distance away Dean stopped the Impala, everyone breathed out sighs of relief.

"Man that was a close one," Jason muttered.

"Definitely," Sam nodded.

"Now, what's next?" Jason asked.

What they recovered from the warehouse could tell them what exactly they're dealing with so they went back to Jerry's office. Jerry brought the plastic container to a microscope and pulled up what it could see on a monitor. After some examination, Jerry figured out what it was. "Huh, this stuff is covered in sulfur," Jerry said.

"You're sure," Sam asked for reassurance.

"Take a look for yourself," Jerry replied.

Somewhere else there was someone banging on something metal followed by curses that required Jerry's attention. "If you fellows will excuse me, I have an idiot to fire," Jerry said then walked to where the commotion was.

Dean went over to the microscope and looked through them seeing trace amounts of sulfur. "Hmm. Not too many things leave behind a sulfuric residue,"

"Except Demonic Possession," Jason pointed out.

"Well that would explain how a mortal man would have the strength to open up an emergency hatch," Dean said.

"If the guy was possessed, it's possible," Sam replied.

"This goes way beyond floating over a bed or barfing pea soup," Dean stated. "It's one thing to possess a person, but to use him to take down an airplane?"

Jason shuddered at the thought.

"Have either of you heard of something like this before?" Sam asked.

"Never," Dean replied.

"No," Jason shook his head.

Motel

In order to figure out what kind of Demon would do this the brothers had to do some research. So Dean rented them a motel room, as soon as they were settled in the brothers went into full research mode. After a few hours of research, they were making some progress. The room was littered with books, pictures of the plane, and demon lore taped to the wall.

Dean was on his bed reading books, Jason sat down on the floor reading John's journal, and Sam sat down at the table researching on his laptop.

"So, every religion in every world culture has the concept of Demons and Demonic possession, right?" Sam asked. "Christain, Native American, Hindu - you name it,"

"Yeah, but none of them describe anything like this," Dean replied.

"That's not exactly true, according to Japanese beliefs, certain Demons are behind certain disasters, both natural and man-made. One caused Earthquakes. Another cause is disease."

Jason stood up and then said. "So what we have a demon that gotten with the program of modern disasters?"

"Yeah," Sam replied. "Who knows how many planes it's brought down before this one?"

Dean let out a sigh and took a few steps back.

"What? Sam asked.

Dean rubbed the back of his head and said. "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 a very big job," Jason commented. "I wish Dad was here to help us,"

"Yeah, me too," Sam agreed.

"Same here," Dean supported.

Suddenly Dean's phone started ringing, he pulled it out, opened it, then brought it to his ear. "Hello?"

"Dean it's Jerry,"

"Oh, hey, Jerry," Dean said.

"My pilot friend… Chuck Lambert is dead."

Dean's expression changed to one of surprise at this sudden news. "Wha- Jerry, I'm sorry. What happened?"

"He and his buddy went up in a small twin about an hour ago. The plane went down."

"Where'd this happen?" Dean asked.

"About sixty miles west of here, near Nazareth,"

"I'll try to ignore the irony in that," Dean replied.

"I'm sorry?"

"Nothing," Dean quickly replied. "Jerry hang in there, all right? We'll catch up with you soon?"

Dean then hung up the phone then looked at Sam. "Another crash?"

"Yeah. Let's go." Dean ordered.

"Where?" Jason asked.

"Nazareth," Dean answered.

After quite a bit of driving, the brothers were getting close to the location of the plane crash. where the plane crashed. The Impala passed a sign reading 'Nazareth 3'. In the distance, they could see smoke billowing from the plane, a large cloud of ash coating the sky. At the wreckage, they recovered more of a similar substance from the previous crash and brought it back to Jerry to determine if it really was the same.

"Sulfur?" Dean asked for confirmation.

Jerry looked up from the microscope and nodded. "Yeah,"

"Well, that's great," Dean muttered. "All right, that's two plane crashes involving Chuck Lambert. This Demon sounds like it was after him,"

Sam then spoke up. "With all due respect to Chuck. But if that's the case then that would be the good news."

"Then what would be the bad news?" Jason asked.

"Chuck's plane went down exactly forty minutes into the flight, and get this so did flight 2485," Sam explained.

"Forty minutes? What does that mean?" Jerry asked.

"It's biblical numerology. Noah's Ark rained for forty days. The number forty means death," Jason explained.

"I went back and there have been six planes crashed over the last decade that all went down exactly forty minutes in," Sam explained.

"Any survivors?" Dean asked.

Sam shook his head. "No. Or not until now, at least - not until Flight 2485, for some reason. And the cockpit voice recorder remember what the E.V.P. said?"

"No survivors," Jason repeated then realized. "This Demon's targeting the survivors."

"It's trying to finish the job," Dean said.

"Then we have to stop that Demon from finishing the job," Jason said.

Once again the brothers were on the road on a mission to stop the Demon from killing the plane survivors. Dean was driving, as usual, Sam was on the phone preventing the survivors from getting on planes, and Jason was looking through the list of survivors to see who was left.

"- Really? Well, thank you for taking our survey, and if you do plan to fly, please don't forget your friends at United Britannia Airlines. Thanks." Sam then hung up the phone and said. "Alright. That takes care of Blaine Sanderson and Dennis Holloway. They're not flying anytime soon."

Jason crossed their names off the list. "Two less people to work about. But the only person left is flight attendant Amanda Walker."

"Her sister Karen said her flight leaves Indianapolis at 8:00. It's her first night back on the job." Sam explained.

"That sounds like just our luck." Dean commented, stopping this last victim from getting killed wasn't gonna be easy.

"Dean this is a five-hour drive, even with you behind the wheel," Sam said.

"Call Amanda's cellphone again, see if we can't head her off at the pass," Dean ordered.

"I already left her three voice messages. She must've turned her cellphone off." Sam said then looked at a map. "God we're never gonna make it,"

Jason leaned out from the backseat. "We'll make it, we have to."

"Don't worry we will," With that Dean stepped on the gas and sped up.

After four and a half-hour drive, they made it to the airport, they ran inside and looked at a list of flights taking off soon. Sam pointed to the one they were looking for. "There. They're boarding in thirty minutes."

"OK. We still have some cards to play." Dean said, "We need to find a phone,"

Dean went over to one of the courtesy phones, pulled it out, and brought it to his ear.

"Airport Services."

"Hi, gate thirteen,"

"Who are you calling?"

"I'm trying to contact Amanda Walker. She's a flight attendant on flight, um…"

"424," Jason reminded.

"Flight 424," Dean said to the phone.

The brothers waited a moment before they finally got through to her. "This is Amanda Walker."

"Miss Walker. Hi, this is Dr. James Headfield from St. Francis Memorial Hospital. We have a Karen Walker here." Dean lied.

"Karen?"

"Nothing serious, just a minor car accident. But she was injured, so-" Dean attempted to lie but was cut off.

"That's impossible. I just got off the phone with her,"

Dean froze for a second. "You what?"

"Five minutes ago. She's at her house cramming for a final. Who is this?" She asked.

"Uh, well… there must be some mistake."

"And how would you even know I was here? Is this one of Vince's friends?"

Dean chuckled nervously. "Guilty as charged."

"Wow. This is unbelievable."

"He's really sorry,"

"Well, you tell him to mind his own business and stay put of my life, okay?"

"Yes, but he really needs to see you tonight, so -"

"No, I'm sorry. It's too late."

"Don't be like that. Come on. The guy's a mess. Really. It's pathetic."

"Really?"

"Oh yeah,"

"Look, I've got to go. Tell him to call me when I land."

"No, no, wait, Amanda, Amanda." Amanda hung up the phone before Dean could stop her so Dean hung up the phone.

"Dammnit, we were so close," Dean muttered.

If Amanda gets on that plane then the Demon will crash it and kill her and everybody else on board that plane. "All right, time for plan B. We're getting on that plane."

"Now, just hold on a second," Dean said with his eyes going wide.

"Dean, that plane is leaving with over a hundred passengers on board and if we're right, that plane is going to crash," Sam said.

"We have to do something, if we don't all those people will die," Jason added.

"I know, guys," Dean nodded in understanding but gave off a nervous expression.

"We need to exorcise that Demon," Jason said.

"Yeah," Sam nodded. "Jason, you get the tickets, and you Dean get what you can out of the trunk through security, then meet us back here in five minutes."

Dean said nothing he just stood in frozen nervousness.

Jason picked up on this and groaned. "Oh my god don't tell me you're afraid of flying."

Dean let out a sigh. "Yes,"

"Are you kidding me?" Sam complained.

"It's never been an issue until now. Why do you think I drive everywhere guys?" Dean asked. "I mean Jason don't you have a fear of heights?"

"Dude, this job kinda makes it hard to be afraid of heights, besides it seems half the time I'm always flying around," Jason said.

"All right, then we'll go," Sam said gesturing to him and Jason.

"What?" Dean said, surprised.

"We'll do this without you," Jason simplified.

"What are you both nuts? The plane is gonna crash." Dean spat.

"Dean we can do this together or me and Jason can do it, there isn't any other option," Sam pointed out.

"Come on! Really?" Dean said, really wanting a third option but one isn't presenting itself. "Man,"

Seeing that they had no other choice Dean reluctantly came along with Sam and Jason but he still didn't like the idea of flying. The brothers were sitting together in their row. Jason was in the end seat at the window, Sam sat in the middle seat, and Dean was in the last one. As they sat down Dean was reading a flight brochure to distract himself from his anxiety but it wasn't working.

Sam lowered the brochure in Dean's hand. "Just try to relax,"

"And if you need someone's hand to hold, feel free to use mine," Jason joked holding out his hand.

"Screw you," Dean replied in annoyance, making Jason chuckle.

Suddenly the plane began speeding up meaning that it was taking off, Dean laid back in his seat bracing himself, then the plane stopped shaking meaning that the plane was now in the air.

"See not so bad, huh?" Jason asked.

"Shut up," Dean muttered.

When the plane was about thirty-two minutes in things were calm for the moment. The brothers were in their seats. Jason was listening to music on his walkman, Sam was reading a book, and Dean was humming which Sam took notice of.

"Are you humming Metallica?" Sam questioned.

"Calms me down," Dean said.

Sam scoffed. "Look, man, I get you're nervous, all right? But you got to stay focused."

"Yeah, we have to think about these people, remember why we're doing this," Jason said.

Dean thought about their words and nodded. As a Hunter, it's their job to save people from evil and here he is letting his fear get to him. Is he really gonna let his fear of flying stop him from saving these people?

"Okay. Okay." Dean muttered.

Jason looked at the watch he had on and said. "We've got thirty-two minutes in so we've got about eight minutes to stop this Demon, so we need to find it and exorcise it."

"It's not gonna be easy to find it on a crowded plane," Dean stated.

"Let's just take it one step at a time, all right? Now, who is it possessing?" Sam asked.

"Well, 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 emotional distress," Dean explained.

Dean looked behind his seat and saw Amanda attending to the other passengers.

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

"No kidding," Jason replied.

Just then a flight attendant passed them so Dean spoke up. "Excuse me. Are you Amanda?"

The Flight Attendant stopped and turned to the brothers. "No. I'm not."

"Oh, my mistake," Dean replied. He then looked behind his seat again and saw a blonde woman in a red attendant outfit.

"All right, well, that's got to be Amanda back there, so I'll talk to her, and, uh, I'll get a read on her mental state," Dean said.

"What if the Demon is already inside her?" Jason asked.

Dean pulled out a bottle. "I brought Holy Water."

Sam snatched the water bottle out of Dean's hand. "No. I think we can go more subtle. If she's possessed she'll flinch at the name of God."

"Oh, nice," Dean said, then unbuckled his seat and stood up to walk over to her.

"Hey," Sam spoke up.

"What?"

"Say it in Latin," Sam instructed.

Dean nodded. "I know."

Dean tries to leave again but Sam speaks up again, "Okay. Hey!"

"What?!"

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

"Dude, I know! I'm not an idiot!"

DEAN makes his way to the back of the plane, thumping a seat once after the plane shakes.

Suddenly the PA System turned on. "Ladies and gentlemen, this is your first officer speaking...

At the back of the plane, Amanda is fussing with the drink cart and napkins. Dean then approached her. "Hi."

"Hi. Can I help you with something?" Amanda asked.

"Oh, no. I'm just a bit of an uneasy flier. It makes me feel better to walk around a little bit." Dean explained but none of that was a lie.

"Oh, it happens to the best of us." Amanda comforted Dean.

"Of course, you being a stewardess, I guess flying comes easy to you," Dean says.

Amanda laughs and says, "You'd be surprised."

"Really? You're a nervous flier?" Dean asked.

"Yeah, maybe, a little bit," Amanda admitted.

"How is it that, being a stewardess, you're scared to fly?" Dean asked.

"Kind of a long story," Amanda said.

"Right. I'm sorry for asking." Dean apologized.

"It's okay," Amanda replied.

"You ever consider other employment?" Dean asked.

Amanda shook her head. "No. Look, everybody's scared of something. I just, uh...I'm not gonna let it hold me back."

"Huh."

There was a brief moment of silence before Dean quietly mumbling, "Christo."

"I'm sorry. Did you say something?" Amanda asked.

Dean hesitated to say again but didn't stop, he repeated. "Christo?"

"I—I didn't, I didn't…" Amanda trailed off confused. She didn't flinch so that means that she isn't possessed by the demon.

"Yeah, nothing. Never mind." Dean said then returned to his seat.

"Okay," Amanda muttered, still a little confused.

Dean sat down back in his seat and said. "All right, well, she's got to be the most well-adjusted person on the planet."

"You said "Christo"?"

Dean nodded. "Yeah."

"And?" Jason asked for an answer.

"There's no demon in her. There's no demon getting in her." Dean informed, strapping himself back in his seat.

"So, if it's on the plane, it can be in anyone or anywhere here on the plane," Jason said.

Suddenly the plane began shaking again which made Dean's anxiety flare up. "Come on! That can't be normal!"

"Hey, hey, it's just a little turbulence," Sam reassured.

"Quit being such a baby," Jason mocked.

"Guys, this plane is going to crash, okay? So quit treating me like I'm friggin' four." Dean complained.

"You need to calm down," Sam said.

"Well, I'm sorry I can't," Dean replied.

"Yes, you can," Jason assured him.

"Guys, stow the touchy-feely, self-help yoga crap, it's not helping," Dean said, annoyed.

"Listen, if you're panicked, you're wide open to demonic possession, so you need to calm yourself down. Right now." Sam said.

Knowing that Sam was right Dean takes a long, slow breath in an attempt to calm himself. After a moment Dean was finally calm enough.

"Good. Now, I found an exorcism in here that I think is gonna work. The Rituale Romanum." Sam said.

"What do we have to do?" Dean asked.

"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." Sam explained.

"More powerful?" Jason questioned.

"Yeah." Sam nodded

"How?" Dean asked.

"Well, it doesn't need to possess someone anymore. It can just wreak havoc on its own." Sam explained.

"Oh. And how the hell is that a good thing?" Jason asked.

"Well, because the second part sends the bastard back to hell once and for all," Sam explained.

"First things first, we got to find it," Dean stated.

Dean got up from his seat, pulled out his EMF Meter, and walks slowly up the aisle getting odd looks from people but no readings. Suddenly Sam claps him on the shoulder, and Dean jumps back in shock. "Ah! Don't do that."

"Anything?" Sam asked.

"No, nothing. How much time we got?" Dean asked.

Jason looked at his watch and said. "Fifteen minutes. Maybe we missed somebody."

"Maybe the thing's just not on the plane," Dean suggested.

"Do you really believe that?" Jason questioned.

"Well, I will if you guys will," Dean replied.

Suddenly the EMF meter in Dean's hand spiked. He looked forward and saw the copilot exiting the bathroom and heading toward the cockpit.

"What? What is it?" Sam asked.

"Christo," Dean said aloud.

The copilot stopped and looked at the brothers, his eyes flashing black. The brothers stared back at him, frozen in shock. The demon then went into the cockpit locking the door behind him.

Knowing they had to stop the demon from crashing the plane, Jason realized the only person that could help them was Amanda. The boys made their way down the aisle to find her.

"She's not gonna believe this," Sam said.

"12 minutes, dude!" Dean exclaimed nervously.

As they entered the galley, Amanda turned to face them with a smile. "Oh, hi! Flight's not too bumpy for you, I hope."

"Actually, that's kind of what we need to talk to you about," Dean said.

"Um, okay," she shrugged. "What can I do for you?"

"This is gonna sound nuts, but we just don't have time for the whole "the truth is out there" speech right now."

"We know that you were on Flight 2485," Jason admitted.

Amanda's friendly expression turned to one of seriousness. "Who are you guys?"

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

"We need your help because we need to stop it from happening again. Here. Now." Dean insisted.

"I'm sorry, I—I'm very busy. I have to go back—" Amanda tries to brush past but he stops 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 revealed.

Amanda's eyes widened in shock. "Wait. What? What, Chuck is dead?"

"He died in a plane crash," Jason explained. "Which is two plane crashes in two months. Don't you think that's strange?"

"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." Sam explained.

"Amanda, you have to believe us," Dean said.

For a long time, she had convinced herself that it was all just coincidence, it was what she needed to do to get by. But the more they pressed, the more she allowed herself to come to terms with the fact that something was wrong.

"On 2485, there was this man," she told them, barely squeezing out the words. "He… had these eyes."

"Yes," Sam snapped his fingers. "That's exactly what we're talking about."

"What are you asking me to do?" Amanda asked, brow furrowed in confusion.

"Get the copilot," Dean instructed. "We need you to bring him back here."

"Why? What does he have to do with anything?"

"We don't have any time to explain," Jason said. "e just need you to get him so we can talk to him."

Amanda shook her head."Well, how am I supposed to go into the cockpit and get the co-pilot-"

"Whatever it takes, tell him there's something broken back here," Sam suggested urgently. "Whatever will get him out of that cockpit."

"Do you know that I could lose my job if you-"

"You'll lose a lot more than your job if don't help us," Jason stated.

Amanda hesitated for a moment. She wasn't sure how or why, but she believed them. "Okay."

Exiting the galley, Amanda left for the cockpit. The brothers watched her through the curtain. Amanda knocked on the door, and a moment later the possessed co-pilot stepped out, greeting her with a smile. The two of them made their way back to the galley. With the demon coming, the brothers pulled out their gear. Jason took out a bottle of holy water, while Sam pulled out their father's journal and quickly flipped to the page that held an exorcism.

"Yeah, what's the problem?" The possessed pilot asked, pushing aside the curtain. Catching him off guard, Jason punched him hard in the face, sending him stumbling into the wall. Dean quickly grabbed the pilot and slammed him onto the floor, shutting his mouth with duct tape so he couldn't speak.

"What are you doing?" Amanda questioned. "You said you were just gonna talk to him!"

"We are gonna talk to him," Dean huffed, attempting to restrain the struggling demon trying to break free of his and Jason's hold.

Jason poured holy water onto the demon, making his skin sizzle and burn where the water came in contact with him. Amanda's eyes widened in horror, she ran nervous hands through her hair. "Oh, my god, what's wrong with him?!"

"Look, we need you calm," Sam told her. "We need you outside the curtain."

"Well, I don't understand-" Amanda shook her head. "I don't know-"

"Don't let anybody in here okay? Can you do that for us?" Jason asked, struggling to hold the demon down.

After a moment, Amanda nodded. "Okay. Okay."

With her guarding the galley, the boys got to work exorcizing the demon. Dean delivered another punch to the possessed man as he struggled. "Sam, hurry up. We can't hold him down forever." Dean puffed.

Jason poured more holy water on the demon, making him cry out in pain. Sam began the exorcism. "Regna terrae, cantate Deo, psallite Domino—"

However, the Demon broke free for a moment then and then hits both Jason and Sam until Dean manages to subdue him again. Sam picks up where he left off. The Demon knocks Dean and Jason off again and pulls the tape off his mouth. He then grabs Sam by the collar.

"I know what happened to your girlfriend!" He seethed through gritted teeth. "She must have died screaming! Even now, she's burning!"

At the demon's words, Sam's world came crashing down. Every fear, every worry he had about Jessica's and her death flooded his mind in an instant. Had she felt everything? Was she still being tortured now, wherever she was? How could he go on knowing that?

The sound of his eldest brother calling his name was enough to snap Sam out of the trance he found himself in. Remembering where they were, and the high stakes of the situation if they were not to succeed, Sam began reading again. Finishing the first part of the exorcism that would expel the demon from its host, Sam put the journal down and helped his brothers restrain the man.

"I got him!" Sam exclaimed. The demon thrashed, kicking John's journal out into the aisle just before exiting the man's body and flying into one of the vents. With the demon gone, the co-piolet passed out.

Jason placed two fingers on the man's neck, relieved to feel a pulse. "He's alive."

"Where'd it go?" Dean asked, looking around.

"It's in the plane," Sam announced, scrambling to his feet. "Hurry up. We got to finish it."

Suddenly, the plane dipped, sending the boys flying to the ground as it rattled, lights flickering wildly. The passengers screamed, a heavy sense of panic coating the air. Thinking quick, Sam crawled out into the aisle, desperately searching for the journal. With his fear taking over, Dean splayed himself against the exit door - holding on for dear life as he screamed. Just as Sam spotted the journal under a row of seats, the plane heaved underneath them and it slid out of his grasp. Propped up against the wall, Jason noticed the journal had skitted over to him. He called out his little brother's name and kicked the book with all his strength. Just as it was about to fly past Sam, he grabbed it and hurriedly flipped to the correct page so he could read out the second half of the exorcism that would send the demon back to hell.

With the last word in the passage, a bright charge of electrical current lit the cabin and the plane leveled out moments before it crashed.

By the time the plane landed safely, authorities and paramedics were already there to inspect the scene and tend to the shell-shocked passengers. The eldest Winchester couldn't be happier to be back on solid ground. His brothers almost thought he was going to kiss the concrete after he stumbled off of the plane, swearing that he would never, ever fly again under any circumstances.

Declining any medic services, the brothers made their way through the airport, passing by two FBI agents who were speaking to the formerly possessed co-pilot, who was sitting in a wheelchair with a blanket wrapped around him, and Amanda.

"Sir, can you tell me what happened?" One of the two agents asked.

"I don't know. I was walking through the airport, then it all goes blank. I don't even remember getting on the plane." The pilot explained to the best of his knowledge. Luckily he didn't seem to remember the demon possession. If he had, there's no doubt he would be scarred for life.

Amanda caught the brother's eyes as they passed, giving them a small, thankful smile and nod.

"Let's get out of here," Dean said to his brothers.

"Are you OK Dean?" Jason asked.

"Yeah," Dean nodded, looking over at his youngest brother, who had seemed off since their encounter with that demon. "Sam?"

Letting out a heavy breath, Sam stopped in front of his brothers. "Guys, it- it knew about Jessica."

"Sam, these things, they- they read minds. They lie. All right? That's all it was," Dean replied, trying to ease his brother's pain.

Jason shook his head in disagreement. "No, maybe there's more to this."

"Yeah, maybe there is."

Knowing that they couldn't keep discussing this Dean said. "Come on."

Before they could leave the brothers agreed that they should say goodbye to Jerry, so they were back at the airfield.

"Nobody knows what you guys did, but I do. A lot of people could have been killed." Jerry said then proceeded to shake their hands. "Your Dad's gonna be real proud."

"Thanks Jerry," Jason said in appreciation.

"We'll see you around Jerry," Dean said, walking over to the driver's seat but before he opened the door something quickly occurred to him. "I meant to ask you, how did you get my cell phone number, anyway? I've only had it for like six months."

"Your Dad gave it to me," Jerry said to the brother's surprise.

"What?" Sam questioned, surprised,

"The hell do you mean Dad gave it to you?" Jason questioned.

"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." Jerry said then walked off.

The brothers then exchanged glances with each other. How did their Dad know Dean's number?

Taking a break on the road, the brothers gathered around the back of the Impala and discussed their newfound information. "I've called Dad's number fifty times. It's been out of service," Sam said. Dean called their father, putting the call on speaker so his brothers could hear.

"This is John Winchester," he spoke loud and clear—seemingly unharmed. "I can't be reached. If this is an emergency, call my sons Dean and Jason 785-555-0179. They can help."

"Jesus Christ," Jason huffed, unsure of what to think. This person he idolized was stringing them along? Why? "Is Dad trying to keep us away by sending us on these hunts?"

"I don't know, but it sure seems like it," Sam said through a clenched jaw. Aggravated didn't cover how he felt. The trail for their father was getting colder every day; soon, they may not be able to find him at all. But through all of it, he was fine? Just ignoring them? It didn't make sense.

Despite his disappointment, Dean couldn't let go of his hope that their father had a plan—a reason for all of this. "We'll find him. We have to," he said. Sam grunted in a frustrated agreement and pushed up off the trunk and slipped into the passenger seat. Without much else to say, Dean and Jason followed, getting into their respective spots in the Impala, and pulling out onto the road to continue their search.