"Never? You're never afraid? Neither of you?" Sam asked rather bewildered. "No, not really." Dean replied. Sam reached under Dean's pillow to pull out a large hunting knife and holds it up as evidence. Dean snatched the knife out of Sam's hand. "That's not fear. That is precaution." "All right, whatever. I'm too tired to argue." Sam replied.
I felt something move waking me up, I was asleep, in the same bed as Sam because there was nowhere else to sleep and Dean refused to share. I rolled over and cracked an eye open. Sam was putting his shoes on. "Mornin' " I mumbled. Sam froze. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to wake you up." I sat up. "Don't worry about it, are you ok?" I asked he nodded. "Yeah just going out for a bit, getting some coffee or something." I threw the blanket off me and climbed out of bed. "Can you wait five minutes?" He nodded again. I went into the bathroom after getting a blue checked shirt with a leather jacket and a pair of dark blue jeans. I got changed and left the bathroom I put my boots on and put my hands In my pockets as we left.
"You ok?" Sam asked me after a few minutes of silent walking. I nodded. "Are you?" I asked. He shrugged. "I don't know." He replied. Then he laughed. I looked at him weirdly. "What?" I asked. "Since when did we start making small talk?" He asked eventually I shrugged. "You started it."
We reached the café and Sam ordered two coffees while I ordered a hot chocolate. We sat in silence for a few minutes while drinking our drinks. "Do you think dads ok?" I asked breaking the silence. Sam sighed. "I don't know Alex, I mean, this is dad we are talking about." I nodded. "I know, doesn't stop me from worrying." Sam looked at me puzzled. "You still love the man, even after what he did to you." Sam said his voice full of both admiration and anger. I shrugged. "So what if I do?"
"He beat you."
"We were training."
"I don't care, he still hurt you."
I shook my head. "It doesn't matter, it's in the past now, let's just focus on finding dad." I said jumping down from the seat and started walking back. Sam grabbed my arm and spun me around. "Look, you shouldn't have gone through that, he hurt you, why do you care for him so much?"
"Because we're family, and family's like us, should stick together." I ripped my arm out of SAMs grip and continued walking. "Alex! Can you wait here for a minute?!" I turned around and watched Sam as he ran into the café to get something.
He came back a few minutes later with food, and is that meat pie I smell? He handed me a bag, I peeked inside, there was a meat pie. I smiled. "Thanks." I said as we started walking again.
Sam opened the door and I entered, I sat down at the table and started eating. Dean stirred, he turned to look as Sam entered. "Morning, sunshine." Sam said as he placed the pastries and coffees on the table. "What time is it?" Dean asked groggily.
"Uh, it's about five forty-five."
"In the morning?"
"Yep."
"Where does the day go?" Dean sat up.
"Did you get any sleep last night?" Dean asked Sam.
"Yeah, I grabbed a couple hours."
"Liar. 'Cause I was up at three, and you were watching a George Foreman infomercial."
"Hey, what can I say? It's riveting TV."
"When was the last time you got a good night's sleep?"
"I don't know, a little while, I guess. It's not a big deal." I scoffed, not a big deal my ass. "Yeah, it is." I said from my spot on the table. "Look, I appreciate your concern-" Sam started."Oh, I'm not concerned about you. It's your job to keep my ass alive, so I need you sharp." Dean interrupted. "He cares." I stated. Dean glared at me and I smiled innocently.
"Seriously, are you still having nightmares about Jess?" Dean asked. Sam crossed the room and handed a coffee to Dean and sat on his bed. "Yeah. But it's not just her. It's everything. I just forgot, you know? This job. Man, it gets to you." Sam confessed. "You can't let it. You can't bring it home like that." Dean advised. "So, what? All this it...never keeps you up at night?" Sam asked. Dean shook his head. "Either of you?" He asked looking at me. I shrugged then shook my head.
"Never? You're never afraid? Neither of you?" Sam asked rather bewildered. "No, not really." Dean replied.
Sam reached under Dean's pillow to pull out a large hunting knife and holds it up as evidence. Dean snatched the knife out of Sam's hand. "That's not fear. That is precaution." "All right, whatever. I'm too tired to argue." Sam replied. Just than Deans phone rang, he answered it. "Hello?"
"Oh, right, yeah. Up in Kittanning, Pennsylvania, the poltergeist thing. It's not back, is it?" Dean said after a few seconds, my interest was suddenly peeked. "What is it?" Dean asked. After a second Dean eyed Sam, Sam eyed him back. "Can you quite your eyeing contest and tell me who the hell was that?" I demanded feeling left out. "That was a guy named Jerry, dad and I helped him out when you went AWOL., something's happening, he wants to speak to us in person." Sam raised an eyebrow. "AWOL?" He asked. "Long story, let's get movin'."
"Thanks for making the trip so quick. I ought to be doing you guys a favor, not the other way around. Dean and your dad really helped me out." Jerry said as he lead us to his office."Yeah, he told me. It was a poltergeist?" Sam asked. "Poltergeist? Man, I loved that movie!" A guy shouted as he walked past.
"Hey, nobody's talking to you. Keep walking. Damn right it was a poltergeist, practically tore our house apart. Tell you something, if it wasn't for you and your dad, I probably wouldn't be alive. Your dad said you were off at college. Is that right?"jerry asked. "Yeah, I was. I'm-taking some time off." Sam replied. "And you little miss, ran off too learn how to be a doctor and a veterinarian. Turns out you learnt more about being a mechanic as well." Jerry said. I shifted uneasily. I nodded. I wasn't gone for that long, I planned to come back." I defended. "Well, he was real proud of you two. I could tell. He talked about you all the time." Jerry informed. "He did?" Sam and I said in unison. "Yeah, you bet he did. Oh, hey, you know I tried to get a hold of him, but I couldn't. How's he doing, anyway?" Jerry asked. "He's, um, wrapped up in a job right now." Dean replied. "Well, we're missing the old man, but we get Sam and Alexis. Even trade, huh?" Dean laughed. "Alexia." I corrected. "Alexia, sorry." Jerry apologised. "I got something I want you guys to hear."
He lead us to his office. "You learned about being a doctor?" Sam asked me. I nodded. "I always seemed to want to know how, I don't know why." I replied." He shrugged. "I'm proud, you did what you wanted to do." Sam said. I stopped him in my tracks. "Stop, no chick flicks moments." Sam smiled and shook his head. "Dean rubbing off on ya?" He asked. I scoffed. "You could say that." I ran to catch up to Dean and Jerry.
"I listened to this. And, well, it sounded like it was up your alley." He put a CD in 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 explained, I sat down on the wheely chair and started spinning around, a firm hand slammed itself onto the chair and stopped it in it's tracks, I looked up to see Sam with a annoyed look on his face. I pouted.
"Mayday! Mayday! Repeat! 2485-immediate instruction...may be experiencing some mechanical failure..." The person on the recording cried out. There was a loud whooshing sound, I leaned forward.
"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." Jerry said."You don't think it was?" Sam concluded. "No, I don't." Jerry said.
"Jerry, we're gonna need passenger manifests, um, a list of survivors."Sam said. "All right."Jerry nodded. "And, uh, any way we can take a look at the wreckage?" I 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 replied. Dean frowned. "No problem."
Sam and I were waiting outside Copy Jacks's store, Dean walked into there about half an hour ago. Dean finally exited the store the same time as a women entered the store, they said something to each other as they passed. "You've been in there forever." Sam said pushing himself off the car. I stood up from my seat in the back and stood next to Sam. Dean held up three ID cards. "You can't rush perfection." He said grinning. I rolled my eyes. "Mr Perfectionist" I teased.
"Homeland Security?" Sam said grabbing an ID card at the same time as me. That's pretty illegal." Sam started. "even for us." I finished inspecting the card. "Yeah, well, it's something new. You know? People haven't seen it a thousand times." With that we all hopped in the car.
"All right, so, what do you got?" Dean asked. "Well, there's definitely EVP on the cockpit voice recorder." Sam replied. "Yeah?"Dean replied unsure of where this was going. "Listen." Sam played the tape: "No survivors!" A scratchy voice said. "No survivors"? What's that supposed to mean? There were seven survivors." Dean questioned. "Got me." Sam replied. "So, what are you thinking? A haunted flight?" I asked from the back seat."There's a long history of spirits and death omens on planes and ships, like phantom travelers." Sam replied. "Mm-hmm." Dean said not really listening. "Or remember flight 401?" Sam asked. I nodded. "Right. The one that crashed, the airline salvaged some of its parts, put it in other planes, then the spirit of the pilot and copilot haunted those flights." Dean said. "Right." Sam said. "Yep." Dean replied. " So what your saying is that ,maybe we got a similar deal." I said. Sam nodded. "All right, so, survivors, which one do you want to talk to first?" Dean asked. "Third on the list: Max Jaffey." Sam replied. "Why him?" Dean and I asked together. "Well, for one, he's from around here. And two, if anyone saw anything weird, he did." I raised an eyebrow at this. "What makes you say that?" Dean asked. "Well, I spoke to his mother." At this the left eyebrow followed the right one upwards. "When did this happen?" I asked. "When you and Dean decided it would be a good idea to play pool against each other at the bar." Sam replied his voice hinting disappointment. I smiled sheepishly. "Yeah."
"I don't understand. I already spoke with Homeland Security." Max said as he walked with a cane between Dean and Sam. I was walking next to Dean.
"Right. Some new information has come up. So if you could just answer a couple questions..." Dean said.
"Just before the plane went down, did you notice anything...unusual?" Sam asked as we sat down.
"Like what?" Max asked a bit grumpily. I sighed. "Strange lights, weird noises, maybe. Voices." Dean replied. "No, nothing."
"Mr. Joffey-" I began leaning forward. "Jaffey." Mac interrupted me. "Jaffey. Sorry. You checked yourself in here, right?" I asked. Max nodded. "Can I ask why?" I Asked. "I was a little stressed. I survived a plane crash." Max said annoyed. "Uh huh. And that's what terrified you? That's what you were afraid of?" Dean asked. "I...I don't want to talk about this anymore." His voice took a shaky. Scared edge. "See, I think maybe you did see something up there. We need to know what." Dean insisted. "No. No, I was...delusional. Seeing things." Max insisted. "He was seeing things." Dean said disbelievingly. "It's okay. Then just tell us what you thought you saw, please." Sam practically begged. "There was...this-man. And, uh, he had these...eyes-these, uh...black eyes. And I saw him-or I thought I saw him..." Max correct end himself. "What?" Dean, Sam and I asked in unison. He looked at us oddly. "He opened the emergency exit. But that's...that's impossible, right? I mean, I looked it up. There's something like two tons of pressure on that door." Max explained. "Yeah." Dean nodded.
"This man, uh, did he seem to appear and disappear rapidly? It would look something like a mirage?" Sam asked. "What are you, nuts?" Was Max's answer, apparently not. Sam tilted his head confused, I raised a eyebrow, we where in a mental hospital right? Well, we weren't in it but we were sitting in a mental hospital. Weird is bound to happen. "He was a passenger. He was sitting right in front of me." Oh.
The Impala pulls up in front of a house. "So here we are. George Phelps, seat 20C." Sam said as we got out the car. "Hmm. Man, I don't care how strong you are." Dean started. "Even yoked up on PCP or something, no way you can open up an emergency door during a flight." He finished. "Not if you're human." I said casually. "But maybe this guy George was something else. Some kind of creature, maybe, in human form." Sam said. "Does that look like a creature's lair to you?" We all turned to look at the house.
Dean, Sam and I sat across from Mrs. Phelps. Sam's looking at a framed photograph. "This is your late husband?" Sam asked from his spot looking at the picture.
"Yes, that was my George."
"And you said he was a...dentist?"
"Mm-hm. He was headed to a convention in Denver. Do you know that he was petrified to fly? For him to go like that..." She trailed off. "How long were you married?" Sam asked. "Thirteen years." She replied. "In all that time, did you ever notice anything...strange about him, anything out of the ordinary?" I asked Leaning forward. "Well...uh, he had acid reflux, if that's what you mean." She replied uncertainly. Sam and Dean shared a look while I tried not to raise my eyebrow.
"I mean it goes without saying. It just doesn't make any sense." Sam started as we walked back ro.
"A middle-aged dentist with an ulcer is not exactly evil personified. You know what we need to do is get inside that NTSB warehouse, check out the wreckage." I said.
"Okay. But if we're gonna go that route, we'd better look the part." Sam said. Dean and I looked at each other in confusion.
Dean and Sam exit "Mort's for style", wearing crisp black suits with white shirts. Sam adjusts his collar. I chuckled sitting on the hood.
"Man, I look like one of the Blues Brothers." Dean complain looking down at himself. "No, you don't. You look more like a...seventh-grader at his first dance." I crossed my arms. "Besides, what's wrong with the Blue's Brothers?" He stared at me in annoyance. I chuckled.
Dean looked down at himself again. "I hate this thing." He stated. "Quit complaining, you want into that warehouse or not?" I said. "Off the hood, Lexie." He said ignoring the question. I jumped off the hood and walked over to my seat and sat down. Sam and Dean hopped in the car. Dean stopped, about to turn the car on. "Hey how come we have to wear suits she doesn't?" Dean asked. "Because she is going to sneak in, three of us would be a little suspicious." Sam replied. "I have a name you know." I said from the back. "Oh,sorry,mother hen." Dean teased. I smiled and shook my head, boys.
I jumped over the fence landing loudly on the ground, I froze looking around hoping no one heard that. When I was satisfied that there weren't going to be guards jumping out on me and telling me to put my hands behind my head, I moved. Sneaking in through the window was easy, almost too easy. God does no one pay attention to the cameras now days? I hid amongst the plane wreckage.
The door opened and I took a deep breath. Footsteps were heard approaching the wreckage. Someone tapped on the plane. I moved, crawling out of the wreckage as Dean pulled out the homemade EMF and put earbuds in his ears.
"You made it alright, I see." Dean remarked as he was walking around the wreckage. I nodded. "Yeah but the windows aren't the easiest the get through." Dean scoffed.
"What is that?" Sam asked motioning to the EMF meter.
I raised my eyebrows as I peered at the EMF meter. It's obviously an EMF meter right?
"It's an EMF meter. Reads electromagnetic frequencies." Dean explained.
"Yeah, I know what an EMF meter is, but why does that one look like a busted-up walkman?" Sam asked, I looked closer at it, now that Sam mentioned it, it kinda did look like a busted-up Walkman. Man I remember my first Walkman and the one that's in my bag.
" 'Cause that's what I made it out of. It's homemade." Dean grinned.
I walked over to a piece of the wreckage which had a bit of yellow dust on it.
"Yeah, I can see that." Sam said. Deans grin disappears.
"Guys, over here." "Guys, over here." I said peering at the emergency door handle which had yellow dust on it.
Dean and Sam made their way over to me and Dean ran the EMF meter over the handle it started spiking.
"Check out the emergency door handle." Dean said. He scratched the yellow dust and got some on his hand.
"What is that stuff?" I asked peering at the yellow dust in Dean's hands. "One way to find out." Sam said as he pulled out a bag, proceeding to scrape the dust off the handle and into the plastic bag.
Footstep could be heard approaching the door and Dean looked at me accusingly. "You were supposed to be our look out." I sighed in annoyance. "Let's just go ok?" I said pushing them to the window and push them through it.
The door bangs open just as I jumped out of the window. Dean and Sam peer around a corner and walk out casually with me following behind them, the alarm blares and they pretty much bolt to the gate and jump over, I chuckled as I did a runner and jumped over the gate. Dean grabbed his jacket wich he used to help climb the gate.
"Well, these monkey suits do come in handy." He said before running off. Sam and I followed him.
We were at Jerry's office waiting for him to tell us what the mysterious yellow dust is, we would do it ourselves but he had the microscope so that does put a damper on things
"Huh. This stuff is covered in sulfur." I looked up from his computer acting like a wasn't doing anything and walked over
"You're sure?" Sam asked.
"Take a look for yourself." He replied.
There was banging sounds from outside the office. I looked in that direction and raised my eyebrows.
"You effin' piece of crap..." Jerry muttered. A small smile was making it's way to my lips. "If you fellows will excuse me, I have an idiot to fire." I grinned as Jerry left. Dean walked over to the microscope to take a look.
"Hey. Einstein. Yeah, you. What the heck you doing? Put the wrench down-" I chuckled.
"Hmm. You know, there's not too many things that leave behind a sulfuric residue." Dean said.
"Demonic possession?" Sam and I said in unison. Dean looked at us like 'really?' Dean sighed.
"It would explain how a mortal man would have the strength to open up an emergency hatch." He said. "If the guy was possessed, it's possible." Sam said thoughtfully.
"This goes way beyond floating over a bed or barfing pea soup. I mean it's one thing to possess a person, but to use them to take down an entire airplane?" Dean said, I smirked. "You ever heard of something like this before?" I asked the pair of them. "Never." Dean replied.
Dean, Sam and were in full research mode, with images and articles taped to the walls and strewn across the beds, and Sam is looking at something on the computer. Dean is reading something on one bed while sitting on the other. I was sticking up a few extra articles and photos on the wall.
"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." I said sticking a few papers on the wall, I turned around, both Sam and Dean were staring at me. "What? I was bored, jeez you'd think I didn't grow up with you two by the way your acting." Dean sighed. "Yeah, but none of them describe anything like this."
"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."
"And this one causes plane crashes?" I asked a little puzzled. Dean got up. "All right, so, what? We have a demon that's evolved with the times and found a way to ratchet up the body count?"
"Yeah. You know, who knows how many planes it's brought down before this one?" Sam said. Dean snorted. I turned around to look at Dean confused.
"What?" Sam and I asked at the same time.
"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." Dean said. I sighed.
"Yeah. Me too." Sam said. "Me thre-" I started but was interrupted by Dean's phone I crossed my arms glaring at the phone as Dean answered it. "Hello?" There was a pause. "Oh, hey, Jerry" another pause, longer this time. "Wha-Jerry, I'm sorry. What happened?" Another pause I leaned closer trying not to invade Dean's space but get close enough to hear what Jerry was saying.
"Where'd this happen?" Dean asked pushing me away from him. I grunted and sat back down.
"I'll try to ignore the irony in that." Dean said after a bit. Sam and I glanced at each other. There was a 10 second break then: "Nothing. Jerry, hang in there, all right? We'll catch up with you soon." Dean hung up. "Another crash?" Sam asked.
"Yeah. Let's go." Dean nodded walking over to the door and opened it. "Where?" I asked from my spot getting up. "Nazareth."
For the second time Jerry was looking through the microscope. "Sulfur?" Dean asked. Jerry nodded.
"Well, that's great. All right, that's two plane crashes involving Chuck Lambert. This demon sounds like it was after him." Dean summed up. "With all due respect to Chuck, if that's the case, that would be the good news." Sam said. "What's the bad news?" Dean and I said at the same time. "Jinx!" "Double jinx!" "Jinx under a roof!" Dean finished the fight with the under the roof jinx. Sam shook his head in amusement.
"Chuck's plane went down exactly forty minutes into flight. And get this, so did flight 2485."
"Forty minutes? What does that mean?" Jerry asked. "It's biblical numerology." Dean said. "You know Noah's ark, it rained for forty days. The number means death." I explained. Dean looked at me. I facepalm, damn it! "13 dollars, Alexia Winchester" I groaned. You evil person, you.
"I went back, and there have been six plane crashes over the last decade that all went down exactly forty minutes in." Sam continued ignoring us.
"Any survivors?" Dean asked.
"No. Or not until now, at least, not until flight 2485, for some reason. On the cockpit voice recorder, remember what the EVP Said?" Sam said reminding us of the recording.
"No survivors." I mouthed. Dean looked at me and put on a thinking face.
"It's going after all the survivors. It's trying to finish the job."
Dean is driving. Sam is on the phone. Rush's "Working Man" is blasting in the stereo.
"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." He said before hanging up. "All right. That takes care of Blaine Sanderson and Dennis Holloway. They're not flying anytime soon." I nodded.
"So our only wildcard is the flight attendant Amanda Walker." I stated. "Right. Her sister Karen said her flight leaves Indianapolis at eight pm. It's her first night back on the job." Sam informed us.
"That sounds like just our luck." Dean said. Which of course reminded me of the movie 'just my luck'. "Dean, this is a five-hour drive, man, 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 commanded."I already left her three voice messages. She must have turned her cellphone off." Sam said frustrated.
"God, we're never gonna make it." He said. I sighed. "We'll make it." He promised as he pulled over. "Dean, what are you doing?" Sam asked. "As much as I don't want to do this,Alex your up." He said just before getting out of the front seat. I hurried to open the door and hopped into the drivers seat next to a very shocked Sam. Dean leaned next to me. "Wreck her in anyway possible, and I will make your life a living hell." I chuckled, typical Dean, and then, I hit the pedal.
Dean, Sam and I rushed into the airport and checked the Departure board. "Right there. They're boarding in thirty minutes." Sam informed.
"Okay. We still have some cards to play. We need to find a phone." Dean said just before picking up a courtesy phone. "Hi. Gate thirteen." He said after a few seconds. "I'm trying to contact an Amanda Walker. She's a flight attendant on flight, um...flight 4-2-4."
"Come on." Dean muttered after a minute. "Miss Walker. Hi, this is Dr. James Hetfield from St. Francis Memorial Hospital. We have a Karen Walker here." Dean lied smoothly. I Smirked. I tought him well. "Nothing serious, just a minor car accident, but she was injured, so-" there was a pause, then,"You what?" There was another pause as Dean listened to whatever Amanda was saying. "Uh, well...there must be some mistake." Both Sam and I walked over to Dean trying to hear what she was saying, we ended up bumping into each other and accidentally nocking Dean over, he hurried back up and grabbed the phone which was dangling from the thingy-magig.
"Guilty as charged." Dean said after a minute of silence. Sam stood beside my fidgeting, and me? Well I was poking Sam.
"He's really sorry." Dean said, I raised an eyebrow, who? "Yes, but...he really needs to see you tonight, so-" Amanda presumingly cut Dean off."Don't be like that. Come on. The guy's a mess. Really. It's pathetic." There was a pause. "Oh, yeah." Dean said. "What are they talking about?" I whispered to Sam. He shrugged. "No, no. Wait, Amanda. Amanda!" Dean said frantically. "Damn it! So close." Dean said as he put the phone back.
"Thank you for flying United Britannia Airlines." Said someone of the Intercom. "All right, it's time for plan B. We're getting on that plane." Sam said. I turned to leave and get some stuff when Dean started speaking, the panic in his voice made stop and turn around.
"Whoa, whoa, now just hold on a second." Dean was staring at us with wide-eyes. "Dean, that plane is leaving with over a hundred passengers on board, and if we're right, that plane is gonna crash." Sam said. It clicked in. One of the best memories of my lifetime.
"I know." Dean said. "Okay. So we're getting on the plane, we need to find that demon and exorcise it. I'll get the tickets. You get whatever you can out of the trunk. Whatever that will make it through the security. Meet me back here in five minutes." Sam ordered. Dean just looked at us anxiously, at this point I was silently laughing.
"Are you okay?" Sam asked Dean finally noticing the wild panic look in his eyes. I giggle. Dean would've glared at me but he was to busy panicking, poor man.
"No, not really." Dean said, his voice strained. "What? What's wrong?" Sam ask's worriedly. "Well, I kind of have this problem with, uh..." Dean said trailing off. I was slowly losing it. "Flying?" Sam asked finally catching on. I lost it, in a fit of hardly muffled fit of giggles, chortles and snorts. "Ow!" I exclaimed as Sam hit me over the back of my head.
"It's never really been an issue until now."
"You're joking, right?" Sam asked.
"Do I look like I'm joking? Why do you think I drive everywhere, Sam?"
Man I wish I had a camera, but that'll be mean, I'd still have blackmail though.
"All right. Uh, Alex and I will go." Sam said trying to work around it, I nodded. Fine by me, apparently not by Dean.
"What?" He said shocked. "we'll do this one on our own." Sam said a little confused at Dean antics. "What are you, nuts? You said it yourself, the plane's gonna crash." Sam sighed. "Dean, we can do it together, or Sam and I can do this one by ourself. I'm not seeing a third option here." I said standing beside Sam. "Come on! Really? Man..." Dean said in defeat. I grinned, this was gonna be entertaining night.
Dean, Sam and I were sitting on the plane, waiting for it to take off. Dean was anxiously reading the safety card, I was reading the safety card as well, out of habit actually and because there's nothing else good to read. "Just try to relax." Sam told Dean. "Just try to shut up." He retorted. I smirked, putting the safety card back in the pocket thingy I leaned back and closed my eyes. The plane took off and I swear I could feel Dean jumping at every movement, poor thing.
Time passed by, I'm not sure how long but I know it did. Dean was humming something, I couldn't quiet make out what it was. I looked at Dean, seeing Sam do the same.
"You're humming Metallica?" Sam asked confused. I think someone just put me on the wall of shame, jeez and I call myself a fan of metallic.
"Calms me down." Dean explained, "Look, man, I get you're nervous, all right? But you got to stay focused." Sam said. I sighed. "Okay." Den replied."I mean, we got thirty-two minutes and counting to track this thing down, or whoever it's possessing, anyway, and perform a full-on exorcism." Sam continued.
"Yeah, on a crowded plane. That's gonna be easy." I said. "Just take it one step at a time, all right? Now, who is it possessing?" Sam asked.
"It's usually gonna be somebody with some sort of weakness, you know, a chink in the armour that the demon can worm through. Somebody with an addiction or some sort of emotional distress." I said stealing dads journal from Sam.
"Well, this is Amanda's first flight after the crash. If I were her, I'd be pretty messed up." Sam said. "Mm-hm." Dean nodded in agreement.a flight attendant was passing by when Dean turned to her. "Excuse me. Are you Amanda?"
"No, I'm not." She replied. "Oh, my mistake." Dean said before facing forward again. "Well, that went well." I said when she left. Sam smacked my arm with a small grin on his face.
"All right, well, that's got to be Amanda back there, so I'll go talk to her, and, uh, I'll get a read on her mental state." Dean said looking a the back of the plane at a flight attendant, Amanda. I nodded.
"What if she's already possessed?" Sam asked.
"There's ways to test that." Dean said, he went to his bag and pulled out a Virgin Mary shaped bottle of water. "I brought holy water."
"No." Sam said sternly, snatching the bottle and tucked it inside his hoodie. Daddy Sam has arrived. "I think we can go more subtle. If she's possessed, she'll flinch at the name of God." Sam said.
"Oh. Nice." Dean said, impressed. Dean was just about to leave when Sam spoke. "Hey." He said. "What?" Asked stopping in his tracks. "Say it in Latin." Sam practice ordered. "I know." Dean said as he started walking again. "Okay. Hey!" Sam called out. "What?!" Dean said annoyed. "Uh, in Latin, it's "Christo"." Sam informed, underestimate his knowledge much? "Dude, I know! I'm not an idiot!" Dean nearly growled.
As Dean made his way to the back of the plane to talk to Amanda, Sam stole dads journal back while I was reading it. The plane shook and I glared at Sam. He flicked my nose in return. "Your an evil brother." I muttered. Sam chuckled.
A few minutes later Dean returned to his seat. "Well?" I asked. "All right, well, she's got to be the most well-adjusted person on the planet." Dean said. I raised my eyebrows. "You said "Christo"?" I asked. Dean nodded. "Yeah." "And?" Sam asked. "There's no demon in her. There's no demon getting in her." Dean said. "So, if it's on the plane, it can be anyone. Anywhere." I said what was on everyone's mind. Well, that's jus great, anyone could be possessed. My tran of thought was interrupted by the plane shaking and Dean yelling out something about that not being normal.
"Hey, hey, it's just a little turbulence." Sam reassured Dean. Points for training man.
"Sam, this plane is going to crash, okay? So quit treating me like I'm friggin' four." Dean snapped.
"You need to calm down." I said.
"Well, I'm sorry I can't."
"Yes, you can." Sam said.
"Dude, stow the touchy-feely, self-help yoga crap, it's not helping."
"Listen, if you're panicked, you're wide open to demonic possession, so you need to calm yourself down. Right now." I said sternly looking at him straight in the eye. He took a long,slow,deep breath. "Good." I said leaning back on the seat. "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 and I asked at the sam time.
"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."
"More powerful?" Dean and I repeats at the same time, again.
"Yeah." Sam said looking at us weirdly. I pointed at Dean. Sam sighed.
"How?" Dean asked.
"Well, it doesn't need to possess someone anymore. It can just wreak havoc on its own." Sam explained. "Oh. And why is that a good thing?" Dean replied. "Well, because the second part sends the basterd back to hell once and for all."
"First things first, we got to find it." I said.
I walked slowly up the aisle, Dean had given me the EMF meter, the only thing I've gotten since I got up was odd looks, no readings. Someone clapped their hand on my shoulder, I swear I nearly jumped a full feet in the air. "Ah! Don't do that." I scolded. "Anything?" Sam asked. "Well, I got odd looks but that's all, how much time do we have?"I asked. "Fifteen minutes. Maybe we missed somebody." Sam said.
"Maybe the thing's just not on the plane." I said hopefully. I don't know about you but I don't really want to die in a plane crash, I'd prefere in the middle of a fight.
"You believe that?" Sam asked. "Not really, but I will if you will." I replied. I looked down, the EMF was spiking, someone exited the bathroom, the Copilot I presume, he starts walking towards the cockpit. "What? What is it?" Sam asked worriedly. "Christo." I said, my eyes never leaving him. He turned around slowly to far me, his eyes were black, I could feel goose bumps crawling down my spine. He entered the cockpit. Sam and I looked at each other. "If someone ever turns around like that again, I'm running." I said heading him the EMF meter.
"She's not gonna believe this." Sam said for the zillionth time. "Twelve minutes, dude." Dean replied.
"Oh, hi. Flight's not too bumpy for you, I hope." Amanda said as we entered the back of the plane. "Actually, that's kind of what we need to talk to you about." Dean said as I closed the curtains. "Um, okay. What can I do for you?" Amanda asked. Oblivious till the end, eh? "All right, this is gonna sound nuts, but we just don't have time for the whole "the truth is out there" speech right now." Dean started. "All right, look, we know you were on flight 2485." Sam interrupted. Wow, straight to the point.
Amanda's smile disappeared. "Who are you guys?" She asked, now a little scared.
"Now, we've spoken to some of the other survivors. We know something brought down that plane and it wasn't a mechanical failure." Dean explained. "We need your help because we need to stop it from happening again. Here. Now." I said rather urgently. "I'm sorry, I-I'm very busy. I have to go back-" she tried to brush past Dean but he sopped her from going anywhere. "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 explained. "Wait. What? What, Chuck is dead?" She said shock clear in her voice. "He died in a plane crash. Now, that's two plane crashes in two months. That doesn't strike you as strange?" I said catching on to what Dean was trying to do.
"I-"
"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." Am interrupted again. "Amanda, you have to believe us." Dean half pleaded.
"On...on 2485, there was this man. He...had these eyes." Amanda explained.
"Yes. That's exactly what we're talking about." Sam said. "I don't understand, what are you asking me to do?" She asked. "Okay. The copilot, we need you to bring him back here." Dean said.
"Why? What does he have to do with anything?" She asked. "Don't have time to explain. We just need to talk to him. Okay?" Dean said as I checked the time, we did tavern to long. A not twisted in my stomach "Tick Tock goes the clock, fellows." I said impatiently.
"How am I supposed to go in the cockpit and get the copilot-" Amanda started. Poor women didn't even get to finish her sentence because Sam interrupted her again! "Do whatever it takes. Tell him there's something broken back here, whatever will get him out of that cockpit."
"Do you know that I could lose my job if you-"
"Okay, well you're gonna lose a lot more if you don't help us out." Dean said. Amanda hesitated then She said okay before leaving. I sighed. "How long have we got?" Dean asked. "Nine minutes." I replied. Sam and I pulled out holy water while Dean handed dads journal to Sam who opens it.
"Yeah, what's the problem?" The copilot/demon said as he entered. Dean attacked, punching him in the face making him fall to the ground. Dean and I pinned him to the ground, for fun,I put some duct tape over his mouth.
"Wait. What are you doing? You said you were just gonna talk to him." Amanda exclaimed in horror. "We are gonna talk to him." Dean said just before splashing holy water on the copilot, who's skin sizzles. "Oh, my god. What's wrong with him?" She creid out.
"Look. We need you calm. We need you outside the curtain." Sam said.
"Well, I don't underst-I don't know-"
The demon struggled, trying to lift both Dean and I off him.
"Don't let anybody in, okay? Can you do that? Can you do that? Amanda?"
"Okay. Okay." Amanda said hurrying out. "Hurry up, Sam. I don't know how much longer we can hold him." Dean said. "Regna terrae, cantate Deo, psallite Domino-" Sam as cut off by the demon breaking free and hitting all three of us. I clutched my nose, it's always the nose isn't it? Dean jumped on the demon ad held him down. Sam went to help Dean while I pick up the book and starts reciting it from where Sam left off.
The demon managed to throw Sam and Dean off him and grabbed the tape ripping it from his mouth, I winced, that would hurt. He slammed me against the wall making me drop the book. My vision blurred. I panted.
"Sam!" Dean cried out. My vision cleared, Sam's in danger? Soon that bloody demon what happen when he messes with my little brother. I got up, th demon had Sam by his collar and saying something to him. I ran over, jumped and landed elbowing in the back of the head in the process. The demon fell. Dean jumped on the demon, holding him down, I went to help him, the demon kicked the book down the aisle. "Sam!" I yelled. Motioning to the book with my head.
The demon exited the copilots body. "Where'd it go?" Dean asked. Sam hurried out to find the book. "It's in the plane. Hurry up. We got to finish it." I said. If we don't we are surely gonna .
The plane suddenly dips and heaves violently as Sam struggles to retrieve the book. Dean splays himself against the exit door, screaming. I managed to get to Dean and he practically threw himself at me, holding on for dear life. I tried t hear Sam but with the screaming it was impossible. The was a flash of light, like and electrical charge and then he plne levelled out, everything calmed down. I looked down at Dean. "Get off me." I said. He climbed to his feet. "Don't tell Sam." I chuckled. "Fine." I got up. Dean had already left to find Sam. I followed, various people were asking others if they were alright. Sam stood up. "You ok, Sammy?"
"Yeah."
I was fiddling with a pen, waiting for Sam and Dean, we had landed a few minutes ago, I have no idea why we were still here. Amanda turned her head and spotted us. She mouthed something but I couldn't quite figure out what she said.
"Let's get out of here" Dean said. I stood up. Finally. "You okay?" Dean asked Sam as we headed for the exit. He stopped and turned to face Dean.
"Dean, it knew about Jessica." I topped and looked at him then glanced at Dean. "Sam, these things, they, they read minds. They lie. All right? That's all it was." Dean said.
"Yeah." Sam half-heartedly agreed. "Come on." Dean said. "If you ever want to talk about it, I'm always here." I told Sam we Dean marched forward. "Thanks, Lexie." Sam smiled.
"Nobody knows what you guys did, but I do. A lot of people could have been killed." Jerry sook all our ads in turn. "Your dad's gonna be real proud." He said. Would he?
"We'll see you around, Jerry." Sam said. Dean begins to head off, then sopped. "You know, Jerry."
"Yeah."
"I meant to ask you, how did you get my cellphone number, anyway? I've only had it for like six months." I raised an eyebrow, so that's how long he had it. "Your dad gave it to me." He replied. What?
"What?" I said. "When did you talk to him?" Dean asked.
"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 explained before leaving.
"This doesn't make any sense, man. I've called Dad's number like fifty times. It's been out of service." Sam said. I sighed. Sitting in the shotgun I picked up a cassette tape. Avenge Sevenfold. Dean dials what I'm presuming is dads number.
"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 got in car car when the voicemail ended. I could tell by the wa he shut the door he was angry. Maybe I should've sat in the back. Dean hopped in the drivers seat, I put the cassette tape in as Dean started driving.
Remind me to leave Dean at a hotel or somewhere if the case involves planes.