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I do not own any of the characters (except for Alex and any other original characters) and I do not own any of the storylines.

Chapter 7: Come Fly with Me

"Morning sunshine!" yelled Alex.

She walked into their motel room with a Starbucks coffee cup in her hand and kicked Dean's motionless form that was still in his single bed.

"Ugh, what time is it?" he asked, groaning as he rolled over.

He popped his head up from his pillow and looked at Alex.

"5:45 AM."

She sipped from her warm coffee cup and smiled as Dean flopped his head back on the pillow, groaning. Sam entered the room, also holding a cup of coffee.

"Hey, Dean."

Dean looked up and over at him.

"Hey, did you get any sleep last night?"

Alex's eyebrows pulled together with confusion and she glanced at her twin brother.

"Yeah, I grabbed a couple hours."

Sam looked away from them and sipped his coffee.

"Liar. I woke up at three and you were watching infomercials," said Dean.

He sat up then and yawned.

"Are you still having nightmares about Jess?" asked Alex, looking over at Sam.

He looked at her, sighing.

"Yeah."

Alex walked over to him and hugged him. He wrapped his arms around her waist. While they embraced, Dean's cell phone rang. He grabbed it off of his nightstand and flipped it open, talking for a few seconds. Once he was done, he threw his phone onto his bed and looked over at his siblings.

"We have to go and see Dad's friend."

The siblings were with their Dad's friend, Jerry, a few hours later.

"Okay, this is the cockpit voice recording for United Britannia Flight 2485."

Jerry put in the CD and they all listened intently.

"Mayday… 2485… failure…"

The man on the recording stopped talking abruptly and a loud roaring sound appeared.

"That's it. There are only seven survivors. The pilot, Chuck Lambert, is one of them. He feels like it's his fault," said Jerry, removing the CD.

"Alright. We're gonna need passenger manifests, a list of survivors and is there any way we can take a look at all of the wreckage?" asked Dean.

"The other stuff, no problem. The wreckage is locked down in a warehouse by the NISB. I don't have clearance," said Jerry sadly.

"No problem," said Dean.

"Fake Homeland Security badges? That's pretty illegal, even for you guys," said Alex.

"Well, it's new. Nobody's seen it a thousand times," said Dean.

Alex nodded with acceptance and flopped back on the backseat of the Impala, snapping her bubblegum.

"There was definitely EMF on the cockpit recording," said Alex.

She blew a large bubble with her bubblegum and Dean sighed angrily, clenching his teeth.

"Yeah. Which survivor do you want to talk to first?" asked Dean, putting on his seat belt and looking over at Sam.

"Max Jaffey. If anyone saw anything, he did."

"Why do you say that?" asked Alex, popping her gum and smirking at Dean's annoyed face.

"I spoke to his mother. She says he's in a mental hospital."

Alex sighed and began to blow another bubble.

"Alexandra Marie Winchester, if you blow another bubble, I will beat your ass."

Dean looked at her, seriousness written on his face. Alex rolled her eyes and swallowed her gum, glaring at Dean. Dean smirked back at her through the rear-view mirror and Alex flipped him off. Sam chuckled.

Sam and Dean were at the mental hospital where Max Jaffey resided a few hours later, talking to him about the plane crash.

"I was already questioned by the Homeland Security," said Max.

He was walking slowly in the courtyard of the hospital with Sam on one side of him and Dean on the other.

"Well, we acquired some new information. Now, did you see anything weird?" asked Dean.

Max paused for a split second.

"Well, there was this man with black eyes. He opened the emergency exit, which is impossible."

Dean and Sam exchanged nervous glances.

The boys returned to the motel room an hour later. Alex was watching television, but she looked over at them as they walked through the door.

"Nothing was in the guy's house," said Dean.

He sat on the edge of his bed.

"You know, you need to get into that warehouse," said Alex.

"Yeah, but we have to look the part," said Sam.

"You'll have to go rent some nice, blue suits."

Alex laughed and the boys glared over at her.

Alex stood watch outside the warehouse as Sam and Dean pretended to be from Homeland Security. They entered the warehouse easily and then began inspecting the wreckage of the plane.

"Whoa, check out the EMF on the door handle," said Dean.

Sam sauntered over to Dean and watched the EMF meter go all the way to the top.

"What's on the handle?" asked Sam.

He scraped some black stuff from off of the handle into a bag and stuffed it into his pocket. Sam's cell phone rang after he was finished with his task.

"What?"

His eyes widened as Alex spoke to him.

"Shit. We're heading out."

Sam stuck his phone back into his pocket.

"Sis says that some actual Homeland Security guys just walked in. We've gotta move."

Dean grabbed everything that he needed and followed Sam out of the double doors, the alarms blaring as they ran for the idling Impala.

Sam, Dean, and Alex were with Jerry the next morning, inspecting the black gunk that Sam had found on some of the plane wreckage.

"Huh. This is sulfur."

Jerry looked up at them from his microscope.

"Are you sure?" asked Sam.

"Yeah. Now, please excuse me."

Jerry threw his gloves into the trash and walked out of his office, the door swinging shut behind him. Dean walked around Jerry's desk to look through the microscope.

"Demonic possession explains the sulfur," said Alex.

"Yeah, but I've never seen or heard of a plane crashing demon."

Alex and Sam were in the motel room later that same night when Dean entered and began pacing profusely.

"Chuck Lambert is dead."

Alex's mouth flew open with shock and Sam looked shocked as well.

"What? When?" asked Sam.

"Forty minutes ago. A plane crash."

"We should call Jerry," said Alex.

About ten minutes later, the siblings were looking over everything they knew about the case.

"These planes all go down forty minutes in," said Sam.

"If it went after Chuck, then it must be going after the survivors," offered Alex.

Dean rifled through some papers and found what he was looking for.

"Amanda Walker was a flight attendant. She has a flight tonight that leaves at eight tonight. I don't know if we'll make it."

"Oh, we'll make it," said Sam.

He grabbed his own leather jacket and headed out the door with Alex and Dean following him closely.

The siblings were at the airport, Sam and Dean waiting for Alex to return. She was talking to Amanda, trying to convince her not to get on her plane. By the looks of it, Alex wasn't convincing Amanda of anything.

"Amanda's getting on that plane. I've tried everything I know," said Alex, walking up to her brothers.

Sam ran his hands through his hair, tugging at it in frustration.

"Dammit!" yelled Dean, throwing his hands up with frustration.

"Okay. We're getting on that plane," said Sam.

Alex looked over at Dean, biting her lip.

"We can't. I have a problem with flying," said Dean, pure panic stricken onto his face.

"It's true. That's why he drives everywhere," said Alex.

"Alright, then we'll go," said Sam, motioning between himself and Alex.

"What? No, I'm not letting you two go by yourselves."

Alex sighed. Sam nodded and went to the ticket counter.

"Come on, big brother. Be brave."

Alex kissed Dean's cheek, took his hand, and led him over to Sam.

They were sitting on the plane thirty minutes later, Dean in the aisle seat, Alex in the middle, and Sam on Alex's other side. Dean was tapping his leg incessantly and the sound was annoying Alex. Sam was also annoyed and looked around Alex to glare at his brother.

"What?" asked Dean.

"Seriously, we haven't even taken off yet," said Sam.

Dean sighed and Alex found a magazine in the pocket on the back of the airplane seat in front of her. She pulled it out and gave it to Dean, who began to flip through it.

"Just try to relax," said Sam.

"Just try to shut up," snapped back Dean.

Alex chuckled as she and Sam both leaned back in their seats as the plane began to take off. A minute later, they looked at Dean in disbelief because he was humming.

"You're humming Metallica?" asked Sam, shocked.

"It calms me down," said Dean.

"Look, Dean. You've got to stay focused. We have to do a full exorcism in thirty-two minutes," said Sam.

"Yeah. Now, who is it possessing?" asked Alex, looking around the plane.

"It's usually someone who's emotionally distressed," said Dean.

"It is Amanda's first flight since the crash," said Alex.

"Okay. She's in the back," said Sam.

"I'll go talk to her and, um, check on her mental state," said Dean.

He unbuckled his seat belt and stood up slowly. He began to walk down the aisle, but Sam's whisper yell stopped him.

"You have to say the name of God in Latin. That's to see if she's possessed."

"Right."

He began walking again, but this time Alex stopped him.

"What?"

"You do know the name of God in Latin, don't you?" she asked.

"Christo?" asked Dean.

Sam and Alex nodded and Dean finally headed down the aisle without any troubles.

Dean walked into the room at the back of the plane, entering it to see Amanda fixing drinks that the passengers had ordered.

"Hey, there," said Dean, smiling over at her.

She looked up at him.

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

"Yeah, actually. I'm kind of a nervous flyer. Do you have any tips?"

"Well, everyone is scared of something. Don't let it hold you back."

She smiled at him and returned to her work. Dean began to walk away, but turned to her once more.

"Christo?" he asked.

Amanda looked up at him, confusion etched on her face.

"Christo," said Dean more firmly, but Amanda had no reaction.

She just returned to fixing her drinks and Dean headed back to his seat.

Dean returned back to his siblings.

"It's not Amanda."

Alex expelled a loud breath.

"Well, that narrows it down," said Sam sarcastically.

He also expelled a loud breath.

"Well, I'll take the EMF and walk down the aisle. That's gotta help," said Dean.

Sam nodded and dug the device out of the bag at his feet. He handed it to Dean and Dean began to slowly walk down the aisle inconspicuously.

Ten minutes later, Dean returned to his brother and sister.

"Anything?" asked Sam.

"Nope."

They all sighed, but suddenly, the EMF began beeping and flashing incessantly. They turned and saw the pilot of the plane leaving the restroom. He smiled at them and returned to the cockpit.

"Okay. We have to use the back to exorcise the demon," said Sam.

"I'll go explain to Amanda what's going on. Hopefully, she'll get him to come back there," said Alex.

She quickly unfastened her seat belt and walked to the back of the plane to talk to Amanda.

"Okay. Let's wait for her to signal us," said Dean.

Sam and Dean turned to look towards the back of the plane. Two minutes later, Alex stepped out from the back and subtly nodded at them.

"Okay, she'll stand watch outside of the door with Amanda," said Sam.

"Let's exorcise this thing," said Dean.

Sam followed him to the back of the plane and they waited for the pilot to come back.

Amanda and Alex were guarding the door as Dean and Sam exorcised the demon from the pilot's body.

"Are you related to those two?" asked Amanda suddenly.

"Yeah. They're my brothers," replied Alex.

Suddenly, the plane began to go down.

"Damn it," said Alex.

She opened the door to the back and saw Dean hanging onto part of the wall for dear life.

"Sam! Finish it!" she yelled.

She ran over to Dean quickly.

"Hold on, big brother."

She took his hand and, seconds later, the plane returned to normal. Dean sighed in relief and Sam walked over to join his siblings. He had their dad's journal in his hands and he hugged Alex to him, kissing her temple.

"Come on. Let's get to our seats."

The siblings were back on solid ground at the airport a few hours later, talking to Amanda.

"Thank you for saving the plane," said Amanda, smiling warmly at them.

"You are welcome. Thanks for understanding," said Dean.

She nodded and they turned away, Alex snuggling into Sam's side as they walked away. He put his arm around her waist and they walked off into the night and over to the Impala.