Supernatural series (including a little sister)

by immieimke

Hi everyone! Here is (hopefully one day) the whole supernatural series, rewritten to how I'd like to see it. Right now, I'm not yet making a lot of changes (apart from an added female character of course), but later I probably will! I'll see how it goes. I'm still working through season one now, but I am having a lot of fun! Hopefully, you'll have fun too! I don't own supernatural!

4. Season 1, Episode 4, Phantom traveler

Phantom traveler

A sudden noise jolts me awake and I don't even know what time it is. All I do know, is that it is very dark around me. The door of our motel room opens and closes. I squint my eyes and raise my head slightly. Without making any sound, I glance to my right. Dean's lying in the bed opposite of mine and he's awake. His eyes are wide open and he's looking at me intently. He's on guard, I can see that immediately. We're all supposed to be asleep. It's still dark outside, it must be really early in the morning. I feel my heartrate accelerate when I hear footsteps coming closer. Dean brings his finger to his lips slowly, motioning to me to not make a sound. I give him a nod, nerves flaring through my system. With my mind still groggy from sleep, I do not have my imagination under control. This could be anything, from a monster sneaking up on us to an intruder.

In one move, Dean and I both take action. I turn around and sit up, ready to pounce whoever just came through that door and Dean shoots up too, having grabbed his gun from under his pillow. My eyes lock on the figure standing behind my bed and it doesn't take me long to realize it's Sam. "Damnit." I curse under my breath, the tension slowly leaving my body. Sam raises his eyebrows at our reactions. He's carrying two coffee's and an orange juice. "Morning, sunshine." He grins at Dean, who gives him a low groan in response. "What time is it?" He asks in his tired, husky, morning voice. "About five forty five." Sam answers him cheerfully, laughing when both me and Dean let out sounds of protest. "In the morning?" I grumble, wiping a hand over my face. "Yeah." Sam answers me shortly. I shake my head. "Where did the day go!" Dean mutters sarcastically, turning around in his bed. "Did you get any sleep last night?" He asks and Sam answers way too quickly, to not be lying. "Yeah, I got a couple of hours." He states. I snort. "You're a liar." I tell him, curling the sheets around me. Dean swings his legs out of bed. "She's right, I woke up at three and you were watching the George Foreman infomercial." He backs me up. Sam throws his hands in the air as far as he can with the drinks still in his arms. "Hey, what can I say. It's riveting TV." He jokes. Dean rolls his eyes. "When was the last time you got a good night sleep?" He asks, ignoring Sam's comment. "I don't know, a little while I guess. Not a big deal." Sam answers lightly. "Yes it is." I protest. "Look guys, I appreciate your concern…" Sam starts, but Dean interrupts him. "Oh, I'm not concerned about you. It's your job to keep my ass alive, so I need you sharp." He tells his brother in a slight sarcastic tone, making me chuckle.

Then his eyes darken, he turns more serious. "But seriously, you still having nightmares about Jess?" He asks directly. My mouth falls open and I throw him a glare, shaking my head. He did not hold back on that one. You can't just ask that, but I guess my brothers have always been more comfortable speaking to each other like that. Sam tenses up when he hears the name of his deceased girlfriend. He lets out a soft breath, before approaching my bed and sitting down next to me. "Yeah, but it's not just her. It's everything." He mutters, handing Dean his coffee. He puts my orange juice on the bedside table, next to me. "I forgot, man. This job, it gets to you." He adds. I nod, he is very right. I used to have nightmares all the time when I was younger, especially when I was told about all the monsters and supernatural things in our world. Dreams about all the monsters lurking in the dark. At one point, I even became deathly afraid of the dark. When dad found out what was bothering me, he had a serious conversation with me about it. One of the kindest conversations he ever had with me. I remember him telling me that there was nothing in the dark that could ever get to me, as long as he was there. Dean had told me the same a few days later, when I'd woken up screaming again. It had been good to hear, especially since I'd still been so young back then.

"Well, you can't let it. You can't bring it home like that." Dean tells his brother, sipping his coffee. He glances at me shortly. I sigh and lean my head against Sam's shoulder. "So what, all this? It never keeps you up at night?" Sam challenges his big brother. Dean shakes his head slightly. "Never? You're never afraid?" Sam asks again, his tone filled with disbelief. Dean shakes his head again, his features neutral. "No, not really." He answers, making me snort. I know my big brother is buff and strong, but nothing scaring him is complete bullshit. Sam seems to think so too. He reaches for Dean's pillow and reaches under it, hauling out a big hunting knife. He dangles it in front of Dean's face with a satisfying grin on his face. I look at it incredulously, before letting out a laugh.

Dean raises his eyebrows and grabs the knife, holding it to his face with a knowing look. "That's not fear, that's precaution." He tells us, before putting the knife back under his pillow. I shake my head and Sam sighs. "Alright, whatever. I'm too tired to argue." He murmurs and moves to sip his coffee. I teasingly wrap an arm around his broad shoulders, preventing him from doing just that. "Hey!" He glances at me, chuckling at the playful look I throw his way. As me and Sam keep teasing each other, Dean's phone rings. It makes us look up instantly. Dean frowns in confusion, grabbing his phone and holding it up. We are hunters, we live a very dangerous life. We do not have a very extended circle of people we know, speak to or have a relationship with. People are not supposed to have our numbers. That is, sadly, what being a hunter is all about. At least, that's what dad always said. We save people, we hunt the evil and we do it without receiving any glory or recognition for it. Dad always made clear to me, that if you hunt while getting attached to people, the job gets too dangerous. Dean used to say this all the time as well, especially to Sam, when he met people on hunts that he liked. I never really understood it. I mean, what's life worth without a little conversation here and there. Without a few people you know you can trust.

Dean's phone rings for the third time and Dean slightly shrugs, before flipping it open. "Hello?" He mumbles into the phone. His face falls from suspicion into a normal smirk pretty quickly. "Oh right, yeah. Up in Kittening, Pennsylvania. The poltergeist thing. It's not back, is it?" He mutters into the phone. Sam leans his head to the side in curiosity, but I know who's on the phone instantly. Jerry something. Dad and Dean helped him a few years back with indeed a poltergeist. Dean listens to Jerry with a confused expression and then raises his eyebrows. "What is it?" He asks, before nodding. "Sure, we'll be there soon. Hang in there." He mutters and then hangs up, putting the phone down. Sam and I stare at him with a frown, not sure what this is about. "Jerry needs help. Come on, let's move." He mutters, standing up from his bed. That's the only explanation we get. Sam sighs and rubs his eyes, sipping his coffee. I slip out of my bed and into the bathroom. Dean follows as soon as I'm out and about a half hour later we're in the car, packed and ready to go.

It's not a long drive, thankfully. After an hour, I put my head on the cushions of the backseat of the impala and slowly drift back to sleep. It was pretty early this morning. I get woken up approximately an hour later, Dean's hovering over me. I shiver, slowly opening my eyes and wincing against the bright light. I always hate getting woken up abruptly, it can change my whole mood. "Time to get up, pup. We're here." Dean tells me and reaches for me. I make a one-time exception and let him drag me out of the impala. He lifts me up and puts me down outside, on the ground. I shiver again, which makes him pull off his jacket. He hangs it across my shoulders and I snuggle into it, the familiar scent warming me up instantly. I normally don't let Dean care for me like that. I know he does it automatically, but I have been fighting against it for a while now. I mean, how will I ever become a strong hunter, with him hovering over me all the time. Sometimes, however, it's nice. I smile at him gratefully, before following my brothers to a small building to our right. "What, no motel room?" I question groggily and Sam chuckles. "No, let's see if this is a job first before we settle in." He answers me. I nod, linking my arm through his as we walk. We enter the building and do not have to wait long. Jerry meets us at the front. I know who he is, but this is the first time I see him up close. Jerry greats Dean like an old friend, clearly happy to see him. "Dean." The man says fondly and offers Dean his hand, a bright smile on his face. "Jerry, how are you doing?" Dean answers, shaking his hand. Jerry turns around and glances at me. "And you must be Skye Winchester." He assumes with a friendly smile. I link my arm out of Sam's to shake the man's hand. "Jerry, this is my brother Sam." Dean introduces Sam and Jerry shakes his hand as well, grinning. "Good to have you guys here." He mutters, before turning around. He starts to walk and motions for us to follow him. "Thanks for making the trip so quick, I ought to be doing you guys a favor, not the other way around." He says as he guides us through the building. He slightly looks back at Sam. "Dean and your dad really helped me out." He explains. Sam nods. "Yeah, he told me. It was a poltergeist." He replies, just as we walk past a group of workers. "Poltergeist? Man, I love that movie." I hear one of them shout in a joking matter, making me chuckle. Those people have no clue whatsoever and maybe that's for the best. "Hey, nobody's talking to you, keep walking." Jerry shouts at the workers, before sighing. "Damn right it was a poltergeist, practically tore our house apart. To tell you something…" He starts and looks the other way back at Dean. "If it wasn't for you and your dad, I probably wouldn't be alive." He comments, giving me a wink as he walks around the corner. I roll my eyes at the smug look on Dean's face and the satisfied smile he then throws at Sam. "Your dad said you were off to college, that right?" Jerry asks Sam after a short silence and an awkward tension emerges in the air. "Yeah, I was. I'm… taking some time off." He answers with his voice completely under control. "Well, he was real proud of ya, I could tell. He talked about you all the time." Jerry states. Dean looks at Sam once again, this time wearing his 'I told you so' look. Sam and me both look confused, because I can swear I never heard dad say anything about Sam or his collage adventure after he left. "He did?" Sam asks slowly, glancing from Jerry to Dean. "Yeah, he did." Jerry answers him. I can see a tiny smile appear on Sam's face and it makes me smile as well. I'm sure that must have been good to hear. "He talked about you too." That makes me look up and Jerry's glancing at me, a twinkle in his eyes. "His little girl. High school now, right?" I stop myself from rolling my eyes. "Yeah, fifth year." I mutter. It was quite a long time ago that my father had called me his 'little girl'. Or maybe it just felt that way.

"Oh you know, I tried to get a hold of him, but I couldn't. How's he doing anyway?" Jerry turns towards Dean, who quickly tries to think of an answer. He glances at Sam. "He's eh… wrapped up in a job right now." He eventually answers. Jerry leans back a little during his walk, so he can look at us, slightly chuckling. "Well, we're missing the old man, we get Sam. Even trade, huh?" He jokes, completely turning around and walking backwards with a laugh. Dean lets out a chuckle too, his eyes darting to Sam. "No, not by a long shot." Sam answers with a slight smile and I jab him with my elbow. We Winchesters are generally very bad at accepting compliments, but that doesn't mean I can't be frustrated with that, whenever my brothers do it. "Well, I have something I want you guys to hear." Jerry leads us through a hallway and then arrives outside a little office. He unlocks the door and walks inside, motioning for us to follow him. He takes place beside his desk, his happy features disappearing. He now looks troubled.

Dean and Sam look at the two chairs in front of the desk and glance at each other. In that moment, I walk past them and just take one of the chairs, trying not to smile. Dean ends up taking the other chair and Sam moves behind me, leaning his arms on the back of my chair. "I listened to this and well… It sounded like it was up your ally." Jerry explains to us, grabbing a compact disc out of his computer. He places it in a CD player that's standing on the left of his desk. "Normally I wouldn't have access to this. It's the cockpit voice recorder for United Britannia flight 2485. It was one of ours." He adds, looking at Dean intently. Then he hits play. The sound of rustling comes out of the CD player and soon voices start talking. The voices of the pilots, discussing the machinery of the plane. There is, however, a weird sound smudged over their voices. Sam leans closer as he listens. I try to make sense of it in my head, but I've never heard it before. The weird noises get louder and louder, drowning out the voices of the pilots. It sounds pretty creepy and the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. A loud screech suddenly coming out of the CD player makes me jolt a little. Dean glances at Sam with a look I know all too well. This is definitely our kind of thing.

"Took off from here, crashed about two hundred miles south. Now, they're saying mechanical failure, cabin depressurized somehow and nobody knows why. Over a hundred people on board, only seven got out alive." Jerry gives us all the information he has. "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." Jerry tone saddens and Sam raises his eyebrows. "You think it wasn't?" He asks directly. "No, it wasn't." Jerry answers him just as directly, sounding dead sure. Dean lets out a long breath, while Sam walks around my chair. "Jerry, we're gonna need passenger manifests, a list of survivors…" He starts, but Dean interrupts him. "Right, and uh, any way we can take a look at the wreckage?" Sam's head whirls around, looking intently at Jerry. Jerry has an anxious look on his face. "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." He answers. Sam glances at Dean. They both look troubled.

"No problem." Dean reassures Jerry with a wink, getting out of his chair. We're ready to go. I follow his lead, getting up and realizing I'm still wearing his jacket. It's way too big for me, but I like it.

"Time to figure this out Jerry, thanks for calling us." Dean sticks his hand out to Jerry, who takes it with a smile. "Of course, good luck. Keep me posted." He says and shakes Sam's hand too. He gives me a cheeky smile, before walking out of his office. He returns ten minutes later with a list of survivors and the passenger manifests. He hands it to Dean.

"Come on, we've got to move." Dean says and grabs my arm, pulling me out of the office. Sam follows us. "What do you plan on doing about the wreckage?" I ask him curiously and he smirks at me. "You'll see." He chuckles, a twinkle in his eyes.

An hour later me and Sam are leaning against the impala, standing in front of a photo shop in the small town. Dean went in there half an hour ago and we got no clue what he's up to. "What the hell is he planning?" I mutter in annoyance, making Sam chuckle. "Whatever it is, it's probably going to be good." He answers me. I shove him lightly. "As long as whatever he's doing is including me, I'm fine." I mutter. Sam frowns at me. "Skye, why are you always pressing to be included so much?" He asks me directly. "You know you're not becoming a hunter." He adds after that. I grit my teeth. "Who do you think you are, deciding that for me?" I throw back at him. Statements like that always piss me off. He should definitely not be the one to say that to me, since he never let anything or anyone tell him what to do. Sam shakes his head, taken aback by my fierce tone. "Stop fighting us please, it's getting exhausting." He simply mutters to me, making me even more angry. He didn't even answer to my snark. I decide not to engage, not now. I don't want to fight again.

Fifteen minutes later the door of the store opens and Dean walks out. He looks a little too long at the girl who just passed him, walking in. Then he turns to us. "You've been in there forever!" Sam accuses with his arms raised. Dean ignores him, holding up three passes. "You can't rush perfection." He retorts, handing me and Sam a pass, ruffling my hair in the process. I am shocked to say the least. After Sam's comments just now, I had ruled my chances of being included on this one very slim. But here I am, holding a pass. "Homeland security? That's pretty illegal…" Sam mutters in annoyance, as he looks at the card Dean just handed him. "Even for us…" He adds, frowning. With my eyebrows raised, I look at Dean, tucking my hair behind my ear. Nothing is too illegal for me, definitely not now I have a card in my hand. The first pass or card I've ever had and I still can't believe Dean made one for me. "Yeah, well, it's something new, you know. People haven't seen it a thousand times." Dean answers Sam, walking around the car. We all get back in and I zip up Dean's jacket. It's pretty chilly outside. I want to ask Dean what this is, what he's intending with this card, but decide at the last moment not to. I should not push my luck and maybe if I ask about it, he'll change his mind.

"Alright, so what do you got?" Dean asks Sam. I look at Sam in surprise. The man already did research? Man, I need to pay closer attention. "Well, there's definitely EBP on the cockpit voice recorder." Sam starts. "Yeah?" Dean raises his eyebrows. "Listen…" Sam clicks a few times on the laptop on his lap, before turning it so Dean and I can see it. He plays the recording and the voice that comes out of it makes the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. "No survivors…" The voice whispers. I shudder, that's freaky. Dean's reaction is milder, he just raises his eyebrows. "No survivors? What's that supposed to mean? There were seven survivors." He mutters. Sam shrugs, looking at the laptop. "Got me." He retorts. Dean shakes his head. "So, what are we thinking? A haunted flight?" He suggests. I open my mouth to throw in another suggestion, but Sam beats me to it. "There's a long history of spirits and death omens on planes and ships, like phantom travelers." He explains. "Yeah, remember flight 401?" I glance at Dean after saying that. He looks at me with a frown. "How do you… Never mind." He turns back to Sam. "Right, the flight that crashed and airlines savaged some of its parts and put it in other planes. Then the spirits of the pilot and co-pilot haunted those flights." He recalls and Sam nods, glancing back at his computer. "Right. Maybe we got a similar deal." Dean makes a sound of agreement and fastens his seatbelt.

"Alright, so the survivors. Which one do you want to talk to first?" He asks, grabbing the list Jerry got us. He then looks back at me and winks. "Pick one?" He doesn't have to ask me twice and I nod, scooting forward in my seat to examine the list. "Actually… I think we should pick the third one the list. Max Javey." Sam interrupts. Dean and I both look at him with a frown. "Alright, why him?" Dean asks. "Well, for one, he's from around here and two, if anyone saw anything weird, he did." Sam answers. I scoot back in my seat, annoyed. "What makes you say that?" Dean engages in curiosity. "Well, I spoke to his mother and she told me where to find him." Sam answers. I sigh. He did research and already called around. "Show off…" I murmur, making sure he can't hear me. "Riverfront psychiatric hospital."

Dean huffs. "Huh." I lean forward, once I learn that piece of information. "Well, you wouldn't check yourself in there if you didn't think you were going crazy, for perhaps seeing something that couldn't possibly happen." I murmur. Dean sticks his thump up to me. "Exactly. Let's move." He praises me and then starts the car. I just roll my eyes, throwing a glare at Sam.

We drive towards the psychiatric hospital and thankfully it takes only half an hour. If it would have been any longer, my brothers would've started noticing my passive aggressive silence and we would be having 'the talk'. To tell you one thing, I hope I never have 'the talk' with them, about any subject.

When we get inside, the woman at the reception demands our badges. I show her mine with pride, the feeling of having a badge finally real. It's the most included I've ever been. The receptionists takes a moment longer to examine my badge. It's understandable. The badge says I'm twenty two and even though I look mature for my age, I'm quite sure I'm not looking like I'm twenty two. She decides to ignore it and leads us into the garden, towards a young guy sitting on a bench. He's staring into the distance, with a contorted expression. He looks troubled and I feel the twinge of recognition in my stomach. He doesn't know that whatever he saw was probably the real deal and that he's not going crazy at all.

"Max, these people are from homeland security and they want to have a talk with you." The woman introduces us to the guy and Max slowly gets up from the bench, looking confused. The woman pats him on the back affectionately, before walking away. I smile at the guy, but he gives me no reaction. "I don't understand, I already spoke with homeland security." He mutters, following us as we start to walk a little further into the garden. "Right. Some new information has come up, so if you could just answer a couple questions." Dean explains, turning slightly towards Max. "Before the plane went down, did you notice anything unusual?" Sam starts out of the blue and I see Max tense up immediately. "Like what?" He asks. "Strange lights… um… weird noises, maybe voices…?" Dean sums up to help him on his way, but Max has already made up his mind and shakes his head. "No." He mutters, sitting down at a picnic table on the grass field. I take place next to him, making sure I'm not too close. I don't want to make him uncomfortable. Sam and Dean can come across as intimidating, I know this. They have a goal and need information. Especially Dean can be pretty rough. I've noticed that on pervious hunts. I don't think it will work this time, a gentle approach might get more out of Max.

"Mr. Javey, you checked yourself in here, right?" Dean ask. Max nods. "Can I ask why?" Dean goes on and Max immediately shoots into his defensive mode. "I was a little stressed, I survived a plane crash!" He tells us, his voice rising a bit while his hands clench into fists nervously. "Uhuh, and that's what terrified you, that's what you are afraid off?" Dean replies. I avoid a shake of my head, this is what I mean with coming across as insensitive. Max shuts down. "I don't want to talk about this anymore." He mutters and I can see he's not telling us something, he's not telling us why he really checked himself in here. We need to know what he really saw. We need to know if it's important to the case. I make the blunt decision to interfere. "Max, I think you did see something up there and we need to know what." I tell the guy and for the first time since this conversation started, he looks at me. Still defensive. "No, I… I was delusional, seeing things…" He tells me in a reassuring tone, but he's more reassuring himself. "It's okay, Max. Can you tell us what you thought you saw?" I ask him softly, ignoring Dean's eye roll. Max sighs and stays silent for a little while, before he sits up. His eyes are on me and there's a new twinkle in them I haven't seen before.

"There was this man, and uh… He had these… Eyes. These uh, black eyes and I saw him… I thought I saw him…" He starts, but then stops hesitantly. "What?" Dan encourages him and Max lets out a breath. "He opened the emergency exit, but that… That's impossible, right? I mean, I looked it up. There's something like two tons of pressure on that door." He explains, looking as clueless as Dean right now. "This man, did he seem to appear and disappear? Rapidly? It would've looked something like a moorage?" Sam asks and now the guy actually grins. "What are you, nuts? He was a passenger, he was sitting right in front of me." He explains, like that's more logical then what Sam just suggested. Dean and Sam glance at each other and then slowly get up. "Thank you for your time, Max." Dean thanks the guy and Max nods, before staring into the distance once again. I stand up too, I guess we know enough. We walk back to the exit and get back in the car, even more confused and clueless to what this is, then we were before.

"We've got to look up that passenger that was sitting in front of Max." Sam mumbles, grabbing the passenger manifests. He's shuffles through the papers and soon found the passenger we're looking for. Dean starts the car and drives off. We stop in front of a big house fifteen minutes later. Sam points at it. "Here we are, George Felp, seat 1C." He states. Dean looks at the house. "Man I don't care how strong he was." He starts, opening his door and we all follow his lead, getting out of the car. "Even yoked up on PCP or something, no way you can open up an emergency door during a flight." He finishes, leaning against the impala. Sam's staring at the house and then slowly turns around. "Not if you're human. But maybe this guy, George, was something else." He says, leaning against the other side of the impala. "A kind of creature. In human form?" I suggest, confusion visible on my face. Sam smiles at me. "Good thinking, but does that look like a creatures layer to you?" He asks me, pointing at the house. I skeptically look at the house in front of me. He's got a point. "Come on." Dean mutters and we walk onto the porch and ring the doorbell. A woman with brown hair opens the door and she looks like she's been crying. A lot. Dean introduces us and she lets us in without a word, leading us into the living room. Dean sits down on the couch and the woman sits down across from him. Looking at him expectedly. The sphere is a little awkward. Dean is focused on the woman, while me and Sam are looking around. Searching for something. Sam spots a photo and grabs it from the table, looking at it. "This is your late husband?" He asks. The woman glances at him, nodding. "Yes, that was my George." She answers, her voice quivering. "And you said he was a… dentist?" Dean asks, pulling his face up in disgust. Dean hates dentists even more than monsters. The woman makes a sound of agreement and then looks at the picture sadly. "He was headed to a convention in Denver. " She explains, glancing at me. "Did you know that he was petrified to fly? For him to go like that…" She states desperately, her eyes tearing up. I look at Dean, who has his eyebrows raised.

"How long were you married?" Sam asks her softly and to that she smiles watery. "Thirteen years." She answers proudly. "And in all that time… did you ever notice anything… strange? Anything out the ordinary?" Sam asks carefully. The woman frowns. "Well, he had acid reflex, if that's what you mean." She answers. I bow my head to hide my snort, while Sam and Dean glance at each other. It's clear the woman has nothing more of value to tell us. There's nothing significant about the house, no information is laying around here. Dean motions at us that it's time to leave. We say goodbye to the woman and walk out.

"I mean, it goes without saying, it just doesn't make any sense." Sam starts while we're walking towards the car. "Yeah, middle aged dentist with a fear of flying doesn't exactly sound evil." I agree. "You know what we need to do? Get inside that NTSB warehouse, check out that wreckage." Dean suggests, looking at Sam with daring, raised eyebrows. "Well, if we're gonna do that, we'd better play the part." Sam agrees and glances at me. "Since we haven't found a motel yet, we can't really drop Skye off…" He starts, giving me a reassuring wink. I look at him with a frown. Dean lets out a sigh. "I know. Skye, up for some more action?" He then asks me, wiggling his eyebrows. "Hell yes." I happily answer him. "Did you bring that black jacket and skirt?" Sam asks me and takes me completely off guard. "How do you know what I take with me?" I challenge him and he laughs. "Skye, you never wear anything but jeans and jackets. But I remember you owning one skirt. Did you take that with you?" He repeats his question. "Yes. Why?" I retort, confused. Those are the most and only neat clothes I own. When I have them on, I either look like a gay bride or a stewardess.

"Good, go put those on. Dean and I have to visit a store." He explains to me and Dean raises his eyebrows at him. Sam doesn't say anything else and we get back into the car. Sam makes Dean stop in front of a store that sells suits. Once I realize what he's implying, I crack up laughing. I've seen Sam in a suit before, but Dean? Never.
"Come on." Sam encourages his brother and I watch him drag Dean into the store. It's amusing to watch, really. Dean has never been about 'formal etiquette' and is, from that point of view, a real hunter. I'm very curious to see what Sam can get him to try on.

While my brothers spend their time in the store, I spend my time searching for the clothes I'm supposed to wear. It takes me a while, but I eventually find the black, formal skirt at the bottom of my bag. I glance at it with raised eyebrows. I am not feeling like dressing up, but know I have no choice. My brothers will leave me in the car and I am not letting that happen.

It takes me a while to perfect my outfit. The impala is not really a secure changing room and it's uncomfortable. I manage to get the skirt on and then go on a frantic search for a top I can match with it. My fashion sense is not good, but I do know a flannel, leather jacket or a top with ACDC on it, won't match this skirt. I eventually find a plain, white top. I hoist the skirt up to my waist and tuck the top in. I'm not sure it'll do, but I do not have anything else. Even I am surprised with myself, when I find a formal, black jacket at the bottom of my other bag. The bag that I almost never touch and has been in the back of the impala for weeks. An idea pops into my head when I'm watching the store and a woman walks out, wearing high heels. With a grin I open the trunk back up. If I'm correct, I have a pair of six inch heels somewhere in one of my bags. The only heels I own and will ever own. When I do find them, I actually laugh out loud. This is going to be good.

I slip the heels on and stumble on them immediately, almost crashing to the ground. I'm going to have to be careful, I have not worn these since forever. To really make it professional, I pull my hair back into a tight bun on my head. Whilst I'm at it, maybe I could apply some make-up. I'm actually having more fun, dressing up, than I thought I would.

I lean against the car and wait for my brothers to return. I am absolutely sure they are going to freak out when they see how I'm dressed. It doesn't take them long. A few minutes later the door of the store opens and Sam and Dean walk out, both dresses in a very formal, black suit. It looks good on Sam. But Dean… Dean just looks uncomfortable. It makes me laugh as I watch them coming closer. They have not noticed me yet. Dean is too caught up in his own dress-up hell. "Man, I look like one of the blues brothers." He complains, fidgeting with his tie. "No you don't. You look more like a… seventh grader at his first dance." Sam comments with a smirk. Dean looks up at him, shaking his head. "I hate this thing." He groans. Sam rolls his eyes, initiating their walk back to the car slowly. "You want to get into that warehouse or not?" He retorts. Dean heaves his eyes to the sky.

They both up their pace and I chuckle as I watch them come nearer. They hear me and both look up at the same time. Their reactions are very similar. And hilarious. Dean's eyes grow wide when he spots me, stopping dead in his tracks. Sam's mouth falls open as his eyes glide over my outfit. With a short shake of his head, he walks up to me. "Jesus Christ, Skye, look at you." He mutters, astonished. "Well, I do want to get into that warehouse." I joke, winking at Dean. Dean just stares at me and then he points at my shoes. He has seen a lot of heels on woman he dated or found attractive, but never on me. "I didn't even know you owned a pair of heels." He states drily, making me chuckle. "Well, this will be the only time you'll see me wearing them. I hate those things." I reply, frowning as I look down at the heels I'm wearing. Dean laughs, sticking out his hand and quick stepping towards me. "Well, since I am a seventh grader on his way to his first dance… Would you do me the honor, milady?" He questions in his best manly voice. I laugh and grab his hand. "Sure, handsome." I tease. Dean grins playfully, before pulling me off my feet and across his shoulder in one, swift move. I squeal in surprise and snort out a laugh. "Hey! You don't need to take the 'sweep me off my feet' reference literal!" I call out to him. Sam erupts in laughter at the sight of us, fondly shaking his head.

"Come on, time to act our way inside that warehouse." Dean comments. He carries me around the impala and gracefully puts me in the back seat. I swat his shoulder playfully. "I can walk on my own, jackass!"

We drive off towards the warehouse. It's a very large building and it looks very official. Thankfully, so do we. We walk through the large security doors and make our way towards the desk. A security guard is sitting there and he has access to opening the door we need to get through. We all try to look as professional as we can, trying to live up to our part. It definitely works. The guard looks at Dean and nods approvingly. His glance moves to Sam. Another nod of approval. Then his eyes land on me. I hold up my badge to him, but he doesn't even look at it. He just stares at me and a slight smile appears on his face. I frown, not really understanding what's happening. "Hey, you! We have work to do!" Dean interrupts the guard's staring with way more anger than necessary. The guard snaps out of his trance quickly. He lets us through without another word. We enter a large hall and what I see there is pretty magnificent. The wreckage of the plane it completely spread out across the area, different parts in different corners. It looks creepy and massive. To see it up close like this, makes the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. I can see the damage on every piece of the plane. It crashed hard and it's a miracle to me that seven people still survived. It's weird. The whole situation feels weird.

"Skye, why didn't you stand up to that guy?" Dean's voice echoes unexpectedly through the area, making me jolt. I reach for my chest in surprise, before turning around to him. "For what?" I ask in confusion. That security guard did nothing. He didn't even say something to me. "The guy was hitting on you." Sam answers drily, his jaws slightly clenched. Dean rolls his eyes. "Yeah, he was obviously hitting on you." He repeats in the same fashion. I raise my eyebrows with a grin, shaking my head. "Good one." I tell them, but their reaction takes me off guard. They do not laugh with me and I quickly turn serious. Both of them are staring at me with that protective flame in their eyes.

"Wait, are you serious? He was hitting on me?" I ask them incredulously. Dean and Sam glance at each other, both eyes filled with disbelief. "You look different, Skye. I'm pretty sure guys find you very attractive right now. That's why." Sam exclaims, throwing his hands in the air. As to say it's completely obvious. I frown at him, making him sigh loudly. "Never mind." He mutters, stalking past me towards the first parts of the wreckage. "The security guard clearly thought so, yeah…" Dean's reaction is milder and he walks up to me, grabbing my shoulder. "Don't let men objectify you, baby." He tells me in all seriousness, before following Sam. I am about to burst out into laughter over their dramatic behavior. "You are in no way…" I start calling out to Dean, but he ignores me completely, leaning forward to examine a piece of the wreckage. I let out a breath of irritation. He is in no way allowed to tell me to not let men 'objectify' me, when it's all he basically does to other women.

I conclude my brothers are strange creatures, before getting back to the job. The weird feeling has not disappeared yet and I glance over the wreckage, goosebumps appearing on my skin. I follow in Dean's reaction, glancing past every piece of wreckage. Until now, it's nothing out of the ordinary yet. When I catch up to him, he's intently staring at one part of the wreckage piece in front of him. I lean in to see what he's seeing. He reacts by pulling his EMF meter out of his back pocket. Sam, who was just looking over, raises his eyebrows. "What is that?" He asks. "It's an EMF meter. Reads electromagnetic frequencies." Dean answers absentmindedly, putting the headphones attached to the meter, into his ear. Sam shakes his head. "Yeah, I know what an EMF meter is." He throws back, sass heavy in his tone. "Why does that one look like a busted up old Walkman?" He continues, looking at the EMF meter with almost a laugh. I whirl around at him, not appreciating his attitude.

"Cause that's what it's made out of. It's home made." Dean explains with a very smile, pride in his eyes. "Yeah… I can see that." Sam retorts, again very sarcastically. "Hey! I made that." I hiss at Sam, taking him completely off guard. "You made that? How the hell did you make that?" He asks, now looking more impressed than sarcastic. "Hey, she ain't gonna tell ya, you just insulted her EMF meter." Dean sticks up for me, playfully glaring at Sam, before walking on. I laugh and follow him. Sam looks completely baffled.

Dean holds the EMF meter in front of him and proceeds to walk across the room, passing multiple pieces of the wreckage. He's looking intently at the meter, while Sam and I follow, looking around. Something catches my eye when I pass one particular part and I stop. If I am not mistaken, I'm looking at the parts that are left of the emergency door. I frown and lean closer, spotting some kind of black substance on the large handle of that door.

"Uh… Dean?" I call out absentmindedly, reaching my hand out. "Don't touch it." Dean barks at me as he walks over, spotting what I'm looking at. I pull my hand back and Dean leans over. "Let's see…" He mutters, holding the EMF meter close to the handle of the door. It immediately lights up in bright red. "Check out the emergency door handle." Dean mutters to Sam and they both lean closer, examining it thoroughly. "What is this stuff?" Dean frowns, touching the black dust carefully. I reach my hand out as well and let my fingers glide over it, confused. "I've never seen that before…" I mutter, more to myself. "One way to find out what it is." Sam replies, grabbing his pocketknife out of his jacket. He scrapes some of the dust off the handle and lets it fall into a glass fuse. I'm about to ask him where the hell he got that bottle from, it looks like something from a science lab, but Dean's action catch my attention. He looks at his hand in disgust, before reaching out and wiping his hand on the back of Sam's suit, making me giggle. Sam turns around with raised eyebrows, about to engage. They don't hear what I hear. With a frown I stop moving and listen closer. "Hey…" I throw a glance at my brothers and they both immediately fall silent. "Time to go!" Sam whispers urgently, once the sound we hear is defined. A lot of footsteps are hurrying our way in the distance, coming from the direction we came from when we entered the building. We got busted. I crouch down and kick off my heels, preventing a future fall.

With Sam in the lead, we hurry towards the side door and arrive upon the terrain behind the warehouse. Dean moves in the front, checking around the corner, before moving on. We're trying to be as quick and quiet as we can. What we did just now, was pretty damn illegal and getting caught is not a good idea. In the middle of our attempted escape, a loud buzz echoes around the terrain, startling us all. Then the siren of an alarm accompanies it. "Damn." Dean curses, before he starts to run, me and Sam following him hastily. We arrive at the exit, but a big, black gate is spreading our way. It's clearly locked and there is barbed wire on the spikes at the top. I curse under my breath, realizing we have to get over this thing. In an attempt to make it easier for myself, I throw my heels across it.

Dean pulls out his jacket and throws it onto the barbed wire, a smart move. He starts climbing and is as quick as ever. Sam follows and I grab onto the gate as well, knowing we have to hurry. In three seconds Sam and Dean are both standing on the other side, grabbing their jackets. I am struggling. This gate, it's harder than it seems. And I am not athletic, whatsoever. "Skye, come on!" Sam hisses at me urgently, making a move to assist me from the other side. Dean, realizing I'm not strong enough to climb this thing, lets out a growl, before rushing back over to my side. He reaches for my ankle. "I am going to toss her over and you better catch her." He calls out to Sam, determination in his tone. Sam gives him a quick nod and before there is anything I can say in the matter, Dean pushes my ankle. Hard. Throwing me up in the air with all the strength he has. I soar through the air and realize that I have to secure my way down somehow, or I will topple over and crash to the ground. In a desperate attempt, I reach for the top of the gate. I realize my mistake too late. My hand digs into the barbed wire and a searing pain spreads through. I yell out in surprise, but have no time to come to terms with it, as I fall down the other side of the gate. Sam is there and he catches me effectively. He puts me down on the floor and pushes me towards the road, ducking down to grab my shoes in the process. If we don't disappear now, we'll get caught.

I clutch my hand and use my top to try and stop the bleeding. Blood is pouring out and I know I can't risk getting it on the floor. That's some DNA I don't want to leave behind.

We run around the building and reach the impala. Sam, panting heavily, looks back in panic. Dean has the keys. Thankfully, Dean comes sprinting around the corner a second later, his jacket in his hand. He opens the car and we all jump inside. We're off within a minute.

When the chaos is slowly subsiding and everyone's breathing is getting back to normal, I decide that it might be a good time to notify my brothers about my hurting hand. I can feel it throbbing inside my top, blood still pouring out. "Uhh, Sam?" I question, kind of scared to take my hand out of my top. I don't like blood, even though it is my own, and I'm scared to see how badly hurt I actually am. "Yeah?" Sam looks around, wiping the sweat of his forehead. His eyes widen when he sees me. "Oh crap." He lets out, making Dean glance through his review mirror. "Oh crap!" He repeats with a growl.

Soon, the impala is parked on the side of the road and both my brothers are fussing over me. "Here." Dean carefully wraps his jacket around my hand, trying to stop the bleeding. "Huh, these monkey suits do come in handy." He jokes half-heartily, but no one laughs. "Is it deep?" I ask Sam. He was the one examining the wound a minute ago. "No, not that deep. It'll heal on itself. But we can get you to a hospital. I mean, are you feeling okay…?" He starts to ramble, but I stop him. "No, we need to go back to Jerry to analyze that stuff we got. I'll be fine, come on." Dean strongly disagrees with me. "Damn it! See, this is why I don't let you hunt. You get hurt." The frustration is now clear in his voice, his tone harsh. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have tossed you so hard…" He adds, sounding quite miserable. "This is not your fault. In fact, you saved me from getting arrested. So don't apologize and get back behind that wheel." Dean listens to my words passive aggressively. When I climb back into the backseat, Sam follows me in. "I am okay…" I start to tell him, but he shakes his head at me. "Shut up. I have to check in on that wound." He shuts me down quite powerfully and I let it go. There is quite some tension in the air and I let out a soft breath. I was afraid something like this was going to happen soon. I am not trained. I don't know what I am doing. I was bound to get hurt sometime. I was hoping I could avoid it, because I know exactly what's going to happen now. Dean was just reminded of the reason why I was never allowed to hunt in the first place. Which will make him reluctant to take me with him on anything else. That's exactly what I do not need. I glance at Dean, his jaws are clenched and his eyes are fiercely on the road. Yeah, this might get tough.

The bleeding has stopped by the time we arrive back at the building where we met up with Jerry. Sam hushes me inside, ignoring my protests, while Dean stalks in front of us, looking for Jerry. His jaws still clenched. We find Jerry and the first thing he does is bring us to his office to patch me up. I let Sam bandage me, since he won't let me do it myself. Jerry fetches a microscope to analyze the black dust Dean presented to him. Soon, my hand's disinfected and bandaged up. It's still burning, but I can get around that easily. I glance at Dean's tense posture. "Dean, relax. I'm good." I mutter to him, but one dark glare from him shuts me right up. "Here." Sam wraps his jacket around me so it covers up the blood on my top. I glance back at Dean again and let out a sigh. This will turn into a fight sooner or later and I am not looking forward to it.

Jerry interrupts the whole situation. He put the black stuff under the microscope and is gazing at it.

"Huh." He mutters, straightening back up. "This stuff is covered in salver." He explains, when we all look at him expectantly. That statement makes me glance at Dean in confusion. I have no idea what that means and the look on Dean's face tells me he doesn't either. "You sure?" Sam asks. Jerry steps away from the microscope. "Take a look for yourself." He suggests, before walking towards the door. "And if you fellas excuse me, I have an idiot to fire." He adds with a roll of his eyes, stalking out. Sounds of disturbance and raised voices can be heard in the background. I watch Dean walking around the table and look intently through the microscope. "Hmm. Yeah, there's not too many things that leave behind salver residue." He concludes when he looks back up. Sam nods slowly. They are both very serious and there's tension in the air, a different tension than before. It's heavier. "Demonic possession?" Sam sounds like he doesn't even want to suggest it at all, but still does. "That would explain how a mortal man got the strength to open up an emergency hatch." Dean replies, his eyes darkening. "If the guy was possessed, it's possible." Sam nods. "Yeah, 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 plane?"

I decide to interrupt their little discussion. I am beyond confused. "Have you heard of something like this before?" I question. Dean finally looks at me. "Never." He answers. I can feel myself getting anxious. My big, buff hunter brothers are both acting very serious right now, which makes me quite anxious about this 'demon' thing. I know the definition of what a demon is. I have heard about a few cases with demons. They have not ended well. Demons are horrible creatures. They can possess you and take control of your body and if that's not scary enough, once they do there is nothing you can do about it.

"Okay, let's head into town." Sam breaks the tense silence and I jump out of my seat. Very eager to leave. Dean nods shortly and we quickly say goodbye to Jerry.

We drive approximately twenty minutes, before we spot a motel and a few minutes later we're checked in. I quickly hurry into the bathroom and change my bloody top for a plaid blouse. I have no idea how to get this blood out of my top, so I end up just throwing it away. When I exit the bathroom, my brothers are both working. Sam's on his laptop at the table, furiously typing away. Dean's opened up a few books and is silently scanning through them. I position myself on the moldy couch and watch them work.

It stays silent for a while and I am not going to break it. The seriousness in the air has only increased. Sam's the first to break the silence, but his body language tells me the information is meant for Dean's ears. I listen in anyways, pretending to study intently. "So, every religion in every world culture has the concept of demons and demonic possessions, right? I mean, Christian, Native American, Hindu, you name it." Dean frowns. "Yeah, but none of them describe something like this." He answer. "Well, that's not exactly true. You see, according to Japanese beliefs, certain demons are behind certain disasters, both natural and manmade. One causes earthquakes, other causes disease…" Sam explains and I lift up my head. That sounds very interesting. "Other causes plane crashes?" My voice echoes through the silence and both my brother's heads snap into my direction. Dean's eyes immediately turning darker. "Skye, go study." Is his short reply, before glancing back at Sam. "Yes, dad." I mockingly snap back at him, glancing back down at my study book. Dean ignores me. "Alright, so what? We have a demon that's evolved with the times and found a way to ratchet up the body count?" Dean gets up from his chair, the tension in the air thickening slightly. "Yeah." Sam mutters slowly. "You know, who knows how many planes its brought down before this one…" He adds. Dean snorts sarcastically, turning around with a shake of his head. "What?" Sam asks. Dean rubs the back of his head cautiously. He glances at me quickly, before moving closer to Sam, talking in a softer voice. "I don't know, man. This isn't our normal gig. I mean, demons, they don't want anything. Just death and destruction for their own sake." His tone troubled. I am too interested to turn away this time.

"How do you kill a demon?" I ask, raising my eyebrows in curiosity. Dean's reaction is huge, compared to what I had expected. "Did you not hear me, Skye? Demons don't want anything except death and destruction for their own pleasure. What in the hell makes you think you're going to have anything to do with this?" He barks at me, his voice raised. There is a lot of frustration in it, but also anger. "Excuse me?" I slowly answer, sitting straight on the couch and glaring daggers at him. I do not appreciate it when he takes a tone with me like that. I am not a little child. Dean stares at me and then glances at Sam. "You going to back me up here?" He snaps, making Sam jolt in surprise. He probably wanted to stay out of this one. He lets out a big sigh, but I notice an immediate difference. He does not look torn, like he normally does when Dean and me are on opposite sides of each other.

"Dean is right, Skye. This is dangerous stuff. You can't underestimate demons." He tells me, his tone still calm. I let out a growl, rolling my eyes. "Who says I am underestimating them? I only asked how you can kill one!" I argue, standing up. Sam follows my action, also standing up. "Doesn't that mean you are interested, though? Skye, let's be real. You delved into this case." His statement is very true, only pissing me off more. "You guys are unbelievable, sometimes. I have been on this case with you since the beginning. I freaking snuck into a warehouse with you. Which is extremely illegal, might you not know! You cannot just throw me off this case, like I'm a rag doll!" I stare at Dean furiously, but he has a response ready. "You are not 'on this case', Skye. Not over my dead body." He takes a short breath. "Do you have a death wish? They are demons, for God's sake! You are off the case." The last part he almost yells at me. "You do not 'decide' anything for me, Dean." I yell at him, my veins boiling with anger and frustration. I came so far and now suddenly, it's over. "Skye, this is not up for discussion. This case just became ten times worse than it already was. There is a demon who is bringing down entire planes, killing hundreds of people. We are not gonna expose you to that, not in a million years." Sam's voice is strict and solid, his statement not one to argue with. I turn to him. "So what? You're just going to leave me here and have all the fun yourself?" I retort sarcastically. I know I'm picking a fight right now, but I am not just going to give in to this. "Skye, for crying out loud. If I could, I would get you as far away from here as possible. I should, but I can't, because otherwise many more people are going to die." Dean takes a step forward. There is no more anger in his posture, just determination. "I ain't going to let you get hurt, do you understand?" I stare at him, hating how my fury is dying down at that statement. I decide to try one last time. "I am not made of sugar, Dean. I can take care of myself." Dean takes another step forward after that, shaking his head in disbelief. "I don't give a crap, Skye. You listen very carefully, you are staying here. You are going to study and you are out." That was an order, I heard that clear in his voice. Just like dad would give him and Sam 'orders', back in the day. Dean normally does not order me around. I know that, because he once told me he hates it. Apparently, he feels like he has to right now. When I don't answer, Dean approaches me and stands right in front of me, staring me down. He looks pretty damn powerful like that and I know there's nothing left for me to do. "You are out, do you understand me?" Dean repeats strictly, still staring me down. I shake my head, trying to put my pride aside. It's pretty difficult with my big brother demanding an answer like this. "Okay." My voice is trembling with frustration, but I have it slightly under control. Dean's glance softens, but I am not staying to have him soften up on me, now that he has what he wanted. I turn around, grab my study book and stalk out of the room. Into the tiny kitchen, not giving Sam a look as I pass him. I slam the door shut hard enough for the frames to tremble. I hate fighting like this. It always happens, especially around the subject of hunting. It almost seems inevitable. Dean is just so damn stubborn. I got it from him, I guess. Definitely from him. It's one of our qualities that can get us into a lot of trouble. However, the part that's hitting me the most about this fight, is the unfairness of the situation. I am not a little girl anymore. Maybe I am in their eyes, but I am very capable of taking care of myself. I'm not a scared infant, that needs protection 27/7. All I want, is for them to teach me. To give me a shot at this.

I let out a deep sigh and try to calm myself down. I open my book and stare at the pages in front of me. Studying is the last thing I want to do right now, but oh well…

It's silent in the other room for a while. I realize, only as my brothers start talking again, that I can still hear every word that is said. "I wish dad was here…" That one sentence, coming out of Dean's mouth, spreads a sting of sadness through me. "Me too." Sam's soft answer is the last thing that is said, before the silence returns.

I focus on the material in front of me and try to concentrate. Drown out the sounds coming from the other room. I get interrupted, when Dean stalks into the kitchen, his phone in his hand. "Jerry's buddy, that pilot, is dead. Another crash just happened." He explains to me shortly. I look up at him. "Okay." Is my short, cold reply. Dean shakes his head. "We're headed out to Nazareth with Jerry to figure this out." He then states. "Okay." Dean sighs. "Just be careful, alright! Don't go out, just stay here." I resist the urge to snap at him. "I am fully capable of taking care of myself, especially in this motel room, Dean." I state, trying to keep my voice under control. Dean heaves his eyes to the ceiling, before turning around. I have to stop him. This case is very dangerous and I don't want that to be the last thing I said to him, if something does happen. Which is more likely then I wish to admit. "Hey…" Dean turns around, his eyebrows raised. "Be careful… And come back." I can barely get it out, but force myself to say it. "Of course we'll be back. What makes you say that?" Dean's eyes have softened a bit. "Demon." Is my short response. Dean lowers his head for a moment. "I will always come back to you." Is his short answer, before he turns around and stalks out of the kitchen. I can feel the anger lowering after that lovely statement. Dean is, somehow, always able to do this. It doesn't matter how angry I am with him, he always know what to say to make my anger disappear.

I soon hear to the roar of the impala outside and listen how it slowly disappears. With a deep breath, I gather my books and walk back into the living room, dropping down on one of the beds. I shove my books aside and glance up at the ceiling. I need to make a plan. These arguments keep happening and I hate them as much as they do, but they keep happening. I need a plan, I need good arguments. I need to prove that I am strong enough to do this. I can't really blame my brothers for thinking I'm not strong enough, since I couldn't even get over that damn gate by myself. I come to the conclusion that some exercise might help. Both Sam and Dean are ripped, trained and buff. I should invest in becoming stronger too.

Fifteen minutes later I am leaving the motel room in my sweatpants and sweatshirt, having concluded that if my brothers won't teach me, I will teach myself. Train myself. I start to run around the block and then motivate myself to continue, all the way to the edge of the town we're staying in. With rock music blasting in my ear, I manage to keep up a good pace. I run past a little playground and do some stretching and exercises there, before running along. About two hours later, I arrive back at the motel, drenched in sweat and quite proud of myself.

I take a quick shower and just as I'm sitting back down with my book, my phone rings. Dean's picture pops up. "Yeah?" I mutter blankly into the phone. Dean's tone is hurried. "Change of plans, kid. Be ready, we are coming back to pick you up. We're about twenty minutes away." He tells me shortly and hangs up the phone before I even get a chance to ask him anything. I frown and stare at my blank phone in confusion.

Twenty minutes later I am standing outside, in front of the motel, with all the bags. The impala comes racing into my view and skids to a halt in front of me. "Get in." Sam mutters through the open window and I jump into the back seat. "What's going on?" I ask, as Dean races away. Sam turns around in his seat. "We figured out what the demon is doing." He explains to me, his tone hesitant. Like he's not supposed to tell me, but does so anyways. "And that is…?" I try to get him to tell me more, spurring him on. Sam receives a short nod from Dean and he focusses back on me. "Jerry's buddy died in the plane crash we told you about. At first we thought the demon was after him specifically, but both planes so far, went down exactly forty minutes into flight. We figured it must mean something, since the number forty stands for death. This demon did not purposely let the people in the first flight survive, it was an accident…" I let out a breath of understanding. "It's going after all the survivors." I finish his sentence, understanding the motive. Sam glances at Dean. "We got halfway through the list of survivors. None of them are planning to fly any time soon, so our only wild card is the flight attendant, Amanda Walker." Dean adds through clenched teeth, his eyes on the road. "What do we know about her plans?" I ask him directly and he glares at me through the review mirror, shaking his head. Sam grabs his phone with a sigh. "I am going to call around and see what I can find." He suggests. The tense silence between me and my big brother returns as we listen to Sam speaking to a number of people, trying to figure out where Amanda might be heading. Amanda's sister is the one who knows something and gives Sam the answers he was looking for. "Her sister said her flight leaves Indianapolis at eight p.m. tonight. It's her first night back on the job." Sam explains in frustration, as soon as he hung up the phone. "Yeah, well, sounds like just our luck." Dean sarcastically implies and Sam shakes his head. "Dean, this is a four hour drive man. Even with you behind the wheel…" He starts, but Dean interrupts him. "Why don't you call Amanda's cell phone again, see if you can get her off at that pass." He tells Sam and I can feel the car speeding up a little. "I already left her three voice messages, she must have turned her cell phone off." Sam argues and runs his hand over his face. "God, we're never gonna make it." He groans and I can slowly feel the car speed up more. "Oh, we'll make it." Dean states as he puts his foot completely on the gas pedal and the car flies down the road.

The silence returns soon and is more intense, because there is no music on. I decide to break it. "Why am I in this car?" I ask, my tone showing some annoyance, even though I tried to conceal it. I still have the fight that happened only hours ago, in my head. Dean and Sam made it very clear that I was out, but now I am in the car anyways, racing towards an airport. Dean growls at my question and motions for Sam to take one for the team. Sam turns to me. "We are not leaving you in a motel room, miles away from where we are going, without knowing what's about to happen." He explains shortly. It is clear in his features he is very unhappy with the situation as it is. His words only fuel my frustration. "Oh sure, so I am in this damn car simply because you both had no other choice but to take me with you?" I challenge him. Sam turns around in his seat in frustration. "Please stop with the attitude, Skye." He lets out an exhausted sigh. "It's not needed right now. We are trying to make the best decisions and this is what we needed to do." He adds and I am thankful he turned around, so he cannot see my sarcastic eyeroll.

The tense silence returns right after that discussion and I lean my head against the window with a sigh. Dean breaks the silence, angrily slamming the play button of the cassette player and rock music fills the background. I use it to let it drift me into an uneasy sleep. I jolt awake when my head slams into the window shield, making me wince in pain and let out a loud groan. "Sorry Skye, I did not see that bump." Dean apologizes, glancing through the review mirror in slight concern. I ignore him, rubbing the sore spot on me head, before glancing at the dashboard clock. It's a quarter to seven. "How far are we?" I ask, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes. "Almost there." Sam answers and I cannot help but smile, we did make it in time.

"So, what happens next?" I ask, glancing out of the window into the darkness. "Are you going to drop me off at a motel first?" I cannot help but add that sarcastic comment and smirk. Dean lets out a deep, exhausted sigh and glances at me with tired eyes. "I am not going to keep fighting with you on this…" He mutters slowly. "You don't have to, if you would simply acknowledge that I am perfectly able to take care of myself for a few hours, Dean." I challenge him, although my tone softens up. "I mean, technically you could have left me at the motel." Dean shakes his head shortly. "I am very aware you are able to take care of yourself, Skye. You are a Winchester. However, me and Sam had expected that Amanda was either already in a plane or on her way to one. We made the calculation that we were not sure we could get to her in time…" Dean stops mid explanation, when the large airport appears in the distance and catches us all off guard. "There it is." Sam mutters and my stomach protests weakly, as Dean speeds up instantly. We are extremely lucky that it is not busy at the airport at this time of night, because Dean is able to park the car very close to the entrance. We all jump out and Sam and Dean break out in a sprint towards the entrance of the airport. I curse myself as I hurry after them, my legs aching from the run I did before.

Sam finds the sign with the departures and the times the planes are leaving. "Look, right there." He points up. "They are boarding in thirty minutes…" Dean turns to him. "Okay. We still have some cards to play. We need to find a phone." Dean pants and starts running again, Sam following suit. I quietly curse under my breath, before bolting after them. Dean finds a phone and holds it to his ear. I skid to a halt and try to control my breathing. I am very curious, as to what Dean is planning and observe intently. "Hi, gate thirteen. We're trying to contact a flight attendant, Amanda Walker. She's on uh..." Dean starts and quickly glances up in an attempt to find the flight number. "424." Sam whispers. "Right, 424." There's a silence, me and Sam both looking expectantly at Dean. He seems to grow quite annoyed, it is clear in his features. "Come on…" He mutters in frustration. Then his face lights up. "Miss Walker, hi. This is doctor James Hadfield from Saint Francis Memorial hospital. We have a Karen Walker here." He improvises. "Nothing serious, just a minor car accident. She was injured, so…" Dean stops mid-sentence and stares into the distance. He then bows his head. "You what…?" He mutters and soon he heaves his eyes to the ceiling, shaking his head slightly. Sam sighs and I realize he must be busted. "Uh, there must have been some mistake…" Dean stammers, turning around with the phone. Me and Sam follow his motion. Dean seems to listen intently and then a grin flashes across his face. "Ah, guilty as charged." He mutters into the phone, shaking his head in confusion. "He's… really sorry… Yes, but he really needs to see you tonight, so… Don't be like that, I mean come on, the guy is a mess. Really, it's pathetic… Oh yeah… No, no, wait. Amanda. Amanda!" Dean growls and slams the phone back into its holder. "Damn it." He curses. "What the hell was that about?" I ask him. "She busted me and then asked if I was a friend of 'Vince'. I just went with it. She's not coming off that plane." He explains and Sam shakes his head. "Alright, time for plan B. We're getting on that plane." He states. Both me and Dean look at him in shock, stunned. "Wow, wait, now just hold on a second." Dean stammers, but Sam interrupts him impatiently. "Dean, that plane is leaving with over a hundred passengers on board. If we're right, that plane is going to crash." He argues. "I know!" Dean exclaims, pulling me towards him in one move, wrapping an arm around my shoulder and pointing at me with his other hand. Like that alone is enough of an argument against Sam's plan. It is, but Sam does not seem to realize it yet. "Look, we need to find that demon and we need to exorcise it. I'll get the tickets, you just go get whatever you can out of the trunk. Whatever will make it through security…" Sam stops in his tracks, his eyes locking on me and realization flashes across his face. "Damnit!" He growls, raising his hands in a desperate attempt to get an answer to this impossible situation. "Just… Just take her with you for now. Meet me back here in five minutes…" He concludes, his tone very apologetic. Dean goes slightly pale, confusing me. "Are you okay?" Sam asks in confusion and Dean raises his eyebrows. "No, of course not. Damn it, Sam, you want to go on a plane with a freaking demon… and you want to take her?" He cries out, pointing at me once again. "Hey, I am perfectly fine going on that plane…" I start to defend myself, putting both my hands up. I get shot down instantly. "Dean, do you want to leave her here?" Sam argues. Dean stares at him angrily. "No, of course not. I'm not going to leave her here in this freaking airport for who knows how long." He hisses. Sam lets out a growl of pure frustration. "I know, I don't like that thought either. But, then we have to take her on the plane…" He concludes softly, fueling Dean's anger even more. "Damn it, Sam, she is sixteen. She should be worrying about boys and friends and grades and her first prom. She should not be on a plane with a freaking demon." He growls, his grip on my shoulder tightening. I pull up my eyebrows in annoyance. However fun all those things sound, they would never allow me to worry about boys. Every boy, other than my dad, that came into my life, has been forced out as quickly as possible. Male friends were always criticized. Both of them have always been rude to any boy that tried to even have a conversation with me. Something I have still not forgiven them for. Their overprotectiveness, especially Dean's, has been constant during my life, but when it comes to boys… It always spiraled through the roof.

"Hey, you know just as well as I do, that I have a demon on my mind right now, Dean." I argue with him fiercely, but his glance filled with fury and concern shuts me back up. He is absolutely not amused right now, it's not smart to push him. "I know, Dean. And I'm sorry, okay? But it's like you said, if we could, we would leave and get to safety. It's not an option." Sam raises his arms in the air in desperation. "If we take her on the plane, we will be with her. She'll be safe…" He's trying to justify his words and convince himself it's the best idea. I sure as hell am going to let him. If they both need to tell themselves that them being with me will make it okay, then let them do that.

"Dean, I cannot stay here." I join into the heated discussion and this time do not let myself get shot down. "What am I going to do, huh? Wait here anxiously for you to return, if you even do…" I know I overacted those words, but I am forced to. Dean angrily stares at me and Sam comes to my aid. "Dean…" He mutters apprehensively. Dean's face turns a little paler and I am starting to realize this might not just be about me. "Look, I kind of have a problem with…" Dean starts, his voice faltering. He ends up making a slight motion with his hand that looks like a plane rising into the air. I bow my head to make sure he does not see my slight grin, while Sam raises his eyebrows in surprise. "Flying…?" He questions. Dean nods shortly. "Are you joking?" Sam cries out in disbelief. Dean points at his face infuriatingly. "Do I look like I'm joking?" He hisses. I bite my lip to stop myself from chuckling and keep my head down. If he sees me enjoying his fright, he will go off. Sam shakes his head incredulously, before glancing at the time. "Okay, you know what, you stay here with her, then she won't be alone and you won't be on that plane. I'll do this one on my own." He suggests. I instantly look up, shaking my head in disagreement. Before I can say anything, Dean takes a step forward. "What? Are you nuts? You said it yourself, that plane is going to crash!" He cries out. Sam groans in frustration. "I don't see a third option here." He argues and Dean lets out a gasp. It is silent for a few seconds, but then Dean turns to me with a fierce determination in his eyes. "We are all getting on that plane and God help me if we do not get out of it alive, okay?" He is looking at me so fiercely, I do not dare to speak. "We will keep you safe, you keep yourself safe and we will all be fine!" He adds, his determination faltering slightly. He's anxious, but this time not just for me. That makes me feel better slightly. I want to shake my head fondly, my big, buff brother is afraid of flying. Of course he is, it actually makes sense. He drives everywhere…

"Okay." I promise and Dean nods shortly at me. Then we all jump into action. While Sam gets us the tickets for the journey, me and Dean sprint back towards the impala to gather whatever we are going to need that will actually make it through security. Guns will not get this demon anyway, so Dean leaves them in the car and stuffs a few bottles of holy water in my arms. I put them in my bag. Dean grabs a few other things. He seems nervous and I would have laughed at him, had the situation not been so serious. I mean, we are getting on a plane with a damn demon. A demon that wants to crash the plain and kill everyone on it, including us. We need to get this demon, before that all happens. The pressure is high.

Dean and me meet up with Sam and hurry towards gate thirteen, the boarding has already started. We get through security quickly and soon join the other passengers, entering the plane. Our seats are somewhere in the middle, thankfully next to each other. Dean finds them soon. I move in front and am about to scoot towards the window seat, when Dean's firm grasp on my arm stops me. "Hold on." He tells me, reaching for the emergency instructions and reading them intently, mumbling to himself. I frown at Sam, who shrugs and moves forward, taking the window seat. I roll my eyes. "Okay…" Dean mutters, looking up and glancing at Sam, who blatantly rolls his eyes at him. Dean sighs, but decides to ignore it and sits down in the seat next to the aisle, pulling me into the middle seat in between him and Sam. He wraps his left arm around me and goes on inspection the emergency instructions, forcing me to read them with him. I groan in protest, trying to shrug his arm off of me, but he gives me a very angry glare. I let it go, doing him a favor and reading through the instructions. "Just try to relax." Sam mutters at Dean with a grin on his face. "Just try to shut up." Dean angrily snaps back, making both me and Sam chuckle.

For the next ten minutes, it is silent. Dean examines the emergency exits around him, while Sam looks out the window. I'm forced to look at the damn instructions and am very happy when the flight attendants appear and start their flight ritual. I've never seen Dean pay as much attention as he does now. The voice of the captain echoes through the whole plane, informing the passengers that the plane is about to take off and on cue, the engines pop on and the plane starts to move. It circles towards a large road and then the turbulences kick in, shaking the plane as it speeds up. Dean buckles up his seatbelt, pushes the folder back into the chair in front of him and grips his armrests tightly, staring ahead in concentration. I wisely leave him be and lean to the side, resting my head against Sam's shoulder. I am still kind of tired, but excited about taking off. I actually enjoy flying, it feels so free to be up in the air. You can literally travel everywhere, plus the turbulences make me feel like I am on a rollercoaster. I love rollercoasters. Before I knew about the world of monsters and hunting, I just thought our tiny family was screwed up and dad had a very difficult job. Occasionally, he would do something fun with me, like taking me to a few amusement parks. He stopped doing that after I found out about the dangerous world out there, but I always loved the amusement parks and the fun we would have there. Dad often told me how proud he was that I was a girl that also liked the rougher stuff, like dangerous rollercoasters and getting dirty when needed. I had always considered it as a compliment, but since he disappeared, I started to think about it. Dream about it, even. Did he really just want to have fun with me, or was it his way to force me into the life I am now living? A life far away from becoming a hunter?

Dean swears, making me jolt and glance sideways. The plane is taking off and Dean is certainly not appreciating it. Sam smiles in amusement, before looking out of the window. I reach for Dean's hand to offer him my support, but he gives me a frustrated glare and I quickly pull my hand back. Dean sees fear as a weakness, or at least he does right now. He never wants to admit weakness. Something dad made very clear, as he taught us about life as he raised us. Weakness is something that will get you killed.

The plane keeps going up higher and slowly Dean starts humming. I listen closely, as Sam leans over with a frown. "You're humming Metallica?" He asks in surprise. "It calms me down." Dean answers shortly, going back to humming. Sam snorts, before he sighs and leans further towards his big brother. "Look man, I know you're nervous alright, but we've got to stay focused." He whispers. Dean glances at him, nodding slightly. "Okay." He agrees, but doesn't relax a muscle. "Every minute counts, Dean…" I add to the conversation, reaching my neck out to glance through the plane. "We're up in the air now, we need to start searching…" I continue, but Sam interrupts me. "We need to find this thing, or whoever it's possessing anyway, and perform a full on exorcism." He hisses, concern in his eyes. "Yeah, in a crowded plane. That's not gonna be easy." Dean mumbles, also starting to glance around. "We'll take it one step at a time, alright?" Sam hushes and looks at me. "We need to figure out who it's possessing." I whisper to him. "It's usually going to be someone with some sort of weakness. You know, a chink in the armor that the demon can worm through. Somebody with an addiction or some kind of emotional stress." Dean explains, still very nervous and clenching his armrests. "Well, this is Amanda's first flight after the crash. If I were her, I'd be pretty messed up." Sam suggests. Dean nods in agreement. I turn my head and see a flight attendant coming our way through the aisle. I nudge Dean and he looks back as well. She's almost here now.

"Excuse me, are you Amanda?" I ask the girl, when she's arrived at our chairs, and she forcefully smiles at me. "No, I'm not." She tells me and the smile on my own face disappears. "Oh, Sorry…" I mutter and she nods, before moving on. Dean leans towards me and looks down the aisle again, nudging me. "Alright, that's got to be Amanda." He whispers as he looks down the aisle. I follow his line of sight and see the girl he's looking at, standing close to the cockpit. "Okay, I'll go talk to her." I offer and am about to stand up, but get pulled back roughly. "Easy there, Skye." Dean growls as he pulls me back. "What if she's already possessed?" Sam asks me nervously. I shrug. "Don't we have a way to find that out?" I ask. "Yes, there are ways to test that." Dean says, bending over and opening the duffle bag that we took, with the stuff from the car. He grabs a bottle of holy water, showing it to Sam, but Sam grabs it, shaking his head and putting it in his pocket. "No, I think we can go more subtle. If she's possessed, she'll flinch at the name of God." He tells us. I nod, standing up. "Got it." I mutter, but Dean grabs my hand. "What makes you think you can go up to search for a freaking demon?" He asks me in a frustrated tone. I raise my eyebrows. "Hey, I am on this flight now anyways. Girls are more comfortable around other girls, so I am our best bet." Dean does not look reassured. I sigh. "Look, I will make sure to be careful and not provoke the demon, okay?" I add and his eyes slightly widen. "I'll come with you." He states and makes a move to get up, but I frantically shake my head and give him a slight push back in his seat. "No, do you want to cause suspicion?" I angrily hiss at him. He gawks at me. "Freaking hell Sammy, why did we take her?" He mutters, glancing at Sam accusingly, making me grin. Sam gives him an apologetic look, before turning to me. "Say it in Latin." He instructs and I nod, stepping out into the aisle. "Hey!" I hear Sam hiss and turn around again. "What?" I ask in frustration. "In Latin it's 'Cristo'." He adds. "I know, okay! I'm not an idiot!" I snap at him, before turning back around, walking down the aisle towards the girl. She's preparing the cart of drinks for the passengers, when I enter the little cabin. She turns when she hears someone approaching and smiles at me, when she sees me enter. "Hi." I greet her in a friendly tone. "Hi, can I help you with something?" She asks me. I shake my head. "No, thank you. I like to walk around a bit…" I start as my mind works overtime to figure out how to do this. I could use Dean's fright of flying as an excuse… "I'm kind of scared to fly." I add as convincingly as possible. She smiles at me. "Oh, happens to the best of us." She answers, putting her focus back on the cart in front of her. I look at her nervously. I have to keep her talking, so I can somehow sneak the word Cristo into my sentence. I've got to get her to tell me about the crash. "Yeah well, I always wanted to be a stewardess like you, but I guess flying has to come natural when you're gonna move into that direction." I tell her, making my interest for being a stewardess up on the spot. "Oh well, you'd be surprised." She replies with a shake of her head and I frown. "Really?" I push her a bit and she looks at me. "Maybe I'm a nervous flyer, maybe a little bit." She mutters hesitantly, her eyes focusing on the cart before her. "Oh, why is that?" I ask her and she leans her head to the side uncomfortably. "That's a very long story." She tells me and I put a step back, I pushed too hard. "Right, I'm sorry for asking. You obviously don't need to tell a stranger about that." I tell her sincerely and she waves it away. "It's okay." The conversation dries out and I bite my lip, not sure how to proceed now. I decide to just simply start talking again. "Well, I eventually chose to become a biologist, you know, going with my other talents. Did you ever consider that?" I ask her, trying to hold back a snicker at my own story. "No, I didn't, actually. You know everybody's scared of something. I just uh, I'm not gonna let it hold me back." She tells me with a smile, but this time the reassurance behind her words is more directed towards herself, then to me. "Well, that's a very brave thing to do. You should be proud." I tell her sincerely, but sigh when she just smiles and goes back to her work. She's not going to talk about the crash and I'm not going to get an opportunity to sneak Cristo into a normal sentence, so I'll just have to say it. Or maybe I could pretend I'm coughing or something. "Cristo…" I mutter between a few faked coughs, but she just mutters 'bless you' and doesn't flinch at all. Maybe I didn't say it loud enough, but how am I going to say it without sounding like a freak. I shake my head and slightly turn around, almost bumping into a cabinet. I'm about to swear, when that gives me an idea. I inhale deeply, before I purposely bump my head against the cabinet, quite hard. It actually hurts. Amanda looks up when she hears the bumping sound and this is my moment. "Cristo!" I cry out, reaching for my head. Amanda frowns, slightly leaning her head to the side. "Are you okay? Is that a new swearing method?" She chuckles, as she checks up with me. I smile at her. "I'm fine." I reassure her, before turning and walking away, back to my seat. At least we now know the demon is not possessing her. I stumble back towards my brothers, who are very anxiously waiting for me. I can see it on their faces, Dean has even risen out of his seat to look out for me. He sighs in relief when I drop back down next to him and both he and Sam look at me expectantly. "Well, she's definitely not emotionally scarred." I mutter in frustration. The fact that we did not find the demon annoys me, although Amanda seems like a very strong woman. "You said Cristo, right?" Sam asks me and I glance at him with squinting eyes. "Yes, I practically yelled it at her. Why you doubting me?" I confront him directly. "Skye, just tell us what happened." Dean interrupts me with a sigh. I turn to him. "Fine. There is no demon in her, she did not react to the word at all. I don't think there is getting any demon in her either." I mutter. Sam shakes his head. "Well, that means that if it's on this plane, it can literally be anyone…" He starts, but the turbulence of the plane interrupts him, the plane shakes in the air. Dean clamps his arms down instantly as his eyes grow wider. "Come on!" He cries out through a growl. "That can't be normal!" Me and Sam both lean slightly towards him. "Hey, hey! Relax." Sam tries to comfort him. "It's just a little turbulence, Dean." I add in a soft voice. Dean only gets more frustrated. "This plane is going to crash, so quit treating me like I am freaking four!" He snaps at Sam, who cannot help but grin. "You need to calm down." He reacts, more serious now. "Sorry. I can't." Dean argues. "Yes, you can." Sam reacts. "Dude, don't. That touchy feely self-help yoga crap is not going to help here…" Sam lets out an exasperated breath. "Dean, if you are like this, you're wide open to demonic possession. You need to calm yourself down right now!" My eyes grow slightly wide, as I realize what Sam just said was a very true possibility. Now that I think about it, the demon could already be in him and we wouldn't know. I can feel fear entering my heart. "Is it already in him?" I had wanted to sound casual, but the fright is clear in my voice. Sam's head snaps towards me, while Dean jumps into his big brother mode. "Hey, honey, relax. It's not in me and it is not getting in me, okay? You said the word 'Cristo' in front of me numerous times and I didn't react, remember?" He hushes me, wrapping an arm around my shoulder. I lean into his shoulder, the fright leaving me. I know he's right. Both my brothers are experienced hunters and they are here on this plane with me, to make sure we will all get back to the ground safely.

"Well done Skye, quick thinking." Sam praises me shortly after and I raise my eyebrows at him. That praise completely throws me off guard. "What in God's name are you talking about?" I ask as I slowly worm my way out from under Dean's arm. "You got him to calm down, so good job thinking quick." Sam explains with pride in his voice. I angrily stare at him, ignoring the confused glance Dean throws him. "I did not fake getting scared so Dean would become protective, you idiot. I was genuinely concerned that a demon was in my big brother. Jesus Christ…" I snap, making Sam raise his arms defensively. He is now getting two angry stares from both his siblings. "Alright, never mind…" He murmurs, quickly putting his attention on something else. He pulls an old, brown book out of his bag. "I think I found an exorcism in here that might work, the original Rituale Romanum." He explains, completely changing the subject. "What do we have to do?" Dean asks. "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?" I interrupt him, eyes growing wide. That's not what we want. "Yeah." Sam answers. "How?" He looks down at the book. "Well, it doesn't need to possess someone anymore, it can just wreak havoc on its own." He explains and I pull up my eyebrows. "And why the hell do we want that?" I ask in frustration. Dean hums in agreement. "Yeah, why is that a good thing?" He backs me up. Sam turns his eyes back on the book. "Well, cause the second part… sends the bastard back to hell, once and for all." He explains. "First things first, we've got to find it." Dean mutters and pulls the EMF meter out of his pocket. "You two go down this aisle, I'll get the other one. Look for anything suspicious." He orders and rises out of his seat, plugging the earphones in his ear. Soon he disappears down the aisle and I'm left with Sam. Time to confront him. "What the hell did you mean just now?" I ask him angrily and he puts his hands up in the air. "I just thought you were acting scared, so he'd shoot in his protective mode and immediately calm down." He explains slowly. I shake my head in disbelief. "Why would I do that." I challenge him. "Well, it would have been a very effective way to get him to calm down, and it did. So job well done." He tells me. "Jesus Sam, I was not acting. That's messed up, man. The thought of a demon entering my brother scares me, the thought of a demon alone scares me!" I hiss back. Sam's eyes turn softer. "Alright, honey, I'm sorry. I didn't mean anything more by it. Maybe you should just stay here…" He starts to suggest, putting a hand on my shoulder. "I am not staying here, Sam. I am helping!" I cry out, slapping away his hand. "Hey, calm down. If the demon is that scary to you, then why…" He starts once again, while I rise out of my seat. "I am not going to let anything hold me back from what I want to do, Sam. You know I want to hunt. I want to be like you, saving people… Yeah, a demon might scare me, but that is not holding me back. Not anymore." I tell him, before stepping out into the aisle, stalking away in the opposite direction that Dean went in. I can't help but notice that what I just said to Sam, was the exact same thing Amanda had said to me earlier. I understood her better than I thought. Sam follows me and we start to work our way through the aisle, keeping our eyes open for anything suspicious. There is not much suspiciousness to see though and soon I turn around to Sam. "We need to find Dean." I whisper, we have reached the end of the aisle. Sam nods, glancing to his watch. His eyes grow slightly wider and he lowers his hand. "We need to find him fast." He agrees. We hurry off towards the other isle, where Dean is supposed to be. We spot him at the end, close to the cockpit and race towards him. Sam clamps a hand on his brother's shoulder to let him know we're here. Dean almost jumps into the air as he swirls around, his hand flying towards his chest. "Dude!" He exclaims and doubles forward, shaking his head. "Don't do that!" Sam slightly raises his eyebrows, but ignores him. "Anything?" He asks in a hushed voice and Dean shakes his head. "How much time do we have?" Sam glances at his watch again. "Fifteen minutes." My eyes widen and I stare at Sam. Only fifteen minutes left to find a freaking demon, exorcise it and make sure everyone gets off this plane safely. That is not a lot of time.

"Maybe we missed somebody?" Sam wonders, glancing around. "Maybe it's just not on the plane?" Dean suggests. "You really believe that?" I ask him, almost sarcastically. He shrugs at me. "I will, if you will." He retorts, giving me a wink. Sam scoffs and both my brothers stare at each other, silently discussing what to do next, until Dean looks down with a slight frown. I follow his glance to my EMF meter, who to my great surprise, is lighting up like a Christmas tree. Dean and I both turn our gazes towards the door of the cock pit a few feet away from us and a second later the co-pilot steps out and friendly nods at our staring glances. "What? What is it?" Sam mutters, grabbing Dean's shoulder in confusion. Dean just stares at the co-pilot, who has now turned his head away from us. With a face filled with determination, he slowly mutters "Cristo". Loud enough for the co-pilot to hear us. I watch in surprise as the man shivers lightly and turns his head. Shivers run through my body and make the hairs on the back of my neck stand up, when two black eyes meet mine. A look of pure evil, before the man turns back around and quickly disappears back into the cockpit. I slowly reach for Dean's arm, not able to stop staring at the door of the cockpit that just closed. That was absolutely terrifying.

There's a tense silence for a while, until Sam breaks it. "Okay, we have to do something." He mutters. I turn around to him. "Like what? We are not allowed into that cockpit." I hiss at him, hating the way my voice is quivering slightly. I feel a reassuring hand on my shoulder and I know its Dean, having heard my voice tremble. "We have to tell Amanda." Is Dean's suggestion after a short time. Sam and I both gawk at him. "What?" Sam stammers. I raise my eyebrows, realizing he might be right. "I think that's the best we can do…" I agree with him. Sam turns around with a shake of his head, before starting to rush back through the aisle towards Amanda. Me and Dean follow suit.

"She's not gonna believe this." Sam hisses at us over his shoulder. Dean throws his hands in the air. "Twelve minutes, dude." He cries out as a counter argument. "She's a strong woman, she can help us." I add, but Sam just shakes his head again and walks on. 3

We arrive at the back of the plane, where Amanda is still doing her chores. She looks up in confusion, when we all three step beyond the blue curtains that separate the seating area's from the work spaces. "Oh, hi. I hope this flight isn't too bumpy for you." She says in a friendly tone, when she recognizes me. I inhale deeply, slightly smiling at her. Now that I'm standing in front of her, it does seem unlikely she'll believe anything we have to say. "Well, that's kind of what we need to talk to you about." Dean starts nervously. Sam closes the curtains. "Uh, okay, what can I do for you?" Amanda asks with a forced smile. I step forward. "Amanda, what we're about to tell you sounds completely crazy…" I start, but Dean grabs my arm and pulls me back. "This is indeed going to sound nuts, but we just don't have time for the whole 'the truth is out there' speech right now…" He adds, slightly falling silent. "Look, we know you were on flight 2485." Sam tells her out of the blue and the smile disappears from Amanda's face instantly. Just like Sam predicted, she turns suspicious. "Who are you guys? Who are you?" She asks, glancing towards me. I just smile apologetically at her, letting Sam continue. "Now, we've spoken to some of the other survivors. We know something brought down that plane and it wasn't a mechanical failure." He hushes in a hurry, while Amanda slowly starts to shake her head. "And we need your help, cause we need to stop it from happening again. Here, now." Dean finishes the story, but Amanda shakes her head one last time and now just looks anxious and uncomfortable. "I'm sorry… I… I'm… I'm very busy…" She stammers and tries to brush her way past us, but I grab her shoulder and slightly push her back. She doesn't believe us and we need to change that right now. "Whoa, whoa, whoa, please wait a second. We're not gonna hurt you, they're not gonna hurt you, okay?" I hush her and she turns her glance towards me. I stare at her, not knowing what else to say. The only thing I do know, is that she needs to stay here to listen to us. "Okay, listen to me. The pilot from 2485? Chuck Lambert? He's dead." Dean tells her. She stares at him in confusion. "What… what? Wait, Chuck's dead?" She gasps. Dean shakes his head shortly, before he decides to just put it all out here. "He died in a plane crash. Now that's two plane crashes in two months, that doesn't strike you as strange?" He asks, his voice rising a bit. Amanda's eyes flash from me to him to the ground. She's about to say something, but closes her mouth again, she has no idea what to do. "Look, there was something wrong with flight 2485. Now maybe you sensed it, maybe you didn't, but there is something wrong with this flight too." Sam butches in. Amanda glances at me again. "Please Amanda, you have to believe us. We're not joking around or trying to pull a scam. We're trying to save everyone on this plane." I tell her a little softer. She looks at me with a pained expression. "Amanda, please trust me." I add gently, looking her in the eyes as convincingly as I can. She slowly looks down. She stammers something, before sighing and looking at Dean. "On flight 2485, there was this man… He had these… these eyes…" She starts slowly. Sam's face lights up, when he realizes what she's talking about. She saw the demon on 2485. "Yes, that is exactly what we're talking about." He whispers. Amanda puts a step back. "I don't understand, what are you asking me to do…?" She starts defensively. Dean slowly puts a step towards her. "The co-pilot? We need you to bring him back here." He starts to tell her, unconsciously reaching back for my arm to push me behind him. Shit is about to get real and whenever it is, he gets like that. I ignore his reached out hand and keep looking at Amanda. "What? Why? What does he have to do with anything?" Amanda cries out in confusion. "Don't have time to explain, we just need to talk to him, okay?" Dean reassures her softly. "Well, how am I supposed to go into the cockpit and get…" Amanda starts, but Sam cuts her off. "Whatever it takes, whatever it takes, okay? Tell him there's something broken back here, whatever will get him out of that cockpit." He hushes at her. Amanda turns slightly angry. "Do you know I could lose my job, if…" Dean interrupts her. "You'll lose a lot more than that, if you don't help us out." He hisses in frustration, getting a hold of my arm and trying to pull me behind him. I let him, knowing that now is not the time to argue with him about his protectiveness. I argue with him about that enough.

Amanda inhales deeply, staring at both my brothers, before looking at Dean's arm. The arm that has been pulling me slightly behind him. "Who's the girl? Why are you trying to protect her so much?" Amanda confronts Dean, now she can no longer make sense of anything that is happening with these strangers in front of her. I try to catch her glance to try and calm her down and ease her nerves, but Dean hits her with the truth. "This girl is my little sister and right now I am seriously regretting bringing her with me on this damn plane." He tells her. Amanda's expression softens a bit. "You're really serious, aren't you?" She whispers, more to herself then us, but we all three nod anyways. She sighs. "Okay, fine." She then agrees and moves past us, through the curtains and through the aisle, moving towards the cockpit. We watch how she knocks on the door, anxiously glances back at us and then back at the door. The door opens a short while later and the co-pilot sticks his head out. They talk for a few seconds, before the co-pilot turns around, yells something into the cock-pit and then gets out, following Amanda, who's leading him back towards us.

"Okay, time for action. Skye, go back to your seat." Dean whispers, grabbing the holy water and the brown book out of his jacket, handing them to Sam. "What..?" I begin to protest, but Dean turns towards me with a dangerous look in his eyes. "No discussion please, not now. Go to your seat." He orders in an almost pleading tone. I sigh, before nodding at him through gritted teeth and stepping through the curtains. I don't look either Amanda nor the co-pilot in the eye as I pass them and the hairs on the back of my neck stand up, when the man touches my shoulder when he moves past me. I try to shake the fear off of me, while I move back to my seat. No time for being afraid right now, my brothers will handle it.

I sit back down and anxiously turn my head towards the shut, blue curtains. Soon I see Amanda appear, she looks very frightened and panicky, as she takes place in front of the curtains, seemingly guarding them. I make quick eye contact with her and try to give her a reassuring smile, but she quickly looks away. She peeks through the curtains after a few seconds and the way her face turns white, tells me it is bad. I slowly stand up. No matter how important or dangerous Dean can get when being disobeyed, no matter how serious he was and no matter how much trouble I'm going to be in, I have to help if I can. A demon is very, very strong. This might go very, very wrong. I hurry towards Amanda. She just stares at me with wide, frightened eyes, before letting me pass. I jump inside and have to take a slight moment to take the situation, unfolding before me, in.

The co-pilot is on the ground, there are black stains on his shirt from where the holy water was poured on him. There is blood on him and his eyes… Damn, his eyes, they are pitch black and staring at Sam, who is in the corner with the brown book in his hand. Dean is sprawled out in the other corner and trying to get up through uncomfortable grunts. I see the bottle of holy water lying on the other side of the cabin. In an instinct I try to make my way towards it, but see the demon grab Sam's collar out of the corner of my eye. I watch how he pulls Sam towards him, murder in his black eyes.

"I know what happened to your girlfriend! She must have died screaming! Even now, she's burning." The demon growls in an unrecognizable voice. I freeze in my spot, staring at it and at Sam, who is completely stunned. Dean re-emerges and hits the demon straight across its face, a very dangerous look in his eyes. He pushes his hands down on the co-pilot's chest to keep him on the ground. Sam stares at the man in front of him, frozen and lost in emotional pain. I slowly recover and hurry towards the holy water. How in god's name, would a demon even know about Sam's girlfriend and what happened to her? Are all demon's connected? Do they share shit like that?

The demon is struggling wildly as Dean is trying to hold it down. He turns his head and sees me standing in the corner with the holy water in my hands, wide eyes and as pale as a ghost. He decides to ignore the fact that I'm there and that I didn't listen to him and holds up a hand. Without thinking, I throw the holy water towards him. "Sam? SAM! " Dean yells, pouring some more holy water in the demon's face. The demon starts screaming in pain, the places the water hit starting to burn. Sam snaps out of his trance and looks down at the book, before moving on with the exorcism, pushing his grief back down. "Regna tarrae, cantata deo, psallite domino –" He stops when he sees Dean cannot handle the heavy struggling demon any longer and drops the book, grabbing the demon's arm and forcing it down. "I GOT HIM." He yells and I watch, quite terrified, as both of my brothers struggle to keep the hissing, growling demon down on the ground, his skin burning from the holy water. The demon kicks his leg out and it hits the brown book, sending it flying out of sight. Neither one of my brothers noticed in their struggle. I realize what I need to do. "Come on Skye, move. Go get the book." I whisper to myself, moving towards the fight that's unfolding in front of me. I stop in confusion, when the screams of the man lying on the floor start to sound more and more human. His mouth opens and with wide eyes, I watch a dark black smoke pour out of it. The smoke seems to be alive, as it swirls around and then disappears into the air vent hanging above the toilet door.

"Where did it go?" Sam yells anxiously, letting go of the man on the ground. He went limp, now that the demon left his body and his mind. He seems to be unconscious. "It went in the plane! Hurry up, we've got to finish it." Dean yells, scrambling to his feet, grabbing my arm and pulling me back. Sam looks around frantically, in search of the brown book. "The book flew down that aisle! The demon kicked it!" I yell at him, finally having found back my courage. I point at the blue curtains. Sam's about to stand up, when the bad situation gets even worse. As bad as it could possibly get.

The plane starts to shake so heavily, it throws me and Dean into the wall. Sam gets flown off his feet. The shaking becomes more and more frantic. Shards of papers are flying around everywhere, people start to scream and so do I. The demon is in the plane and it's bringing the plane down on its own now. I scream and cry out swear words, trying to hold on to something, trying not to be thrown around the cabin. My heart is racing.

Out of the corner of my eyes I can see Sam trying to stand up, holding on to the doorpost. The plane shakes and drops a few feet. Another violent shake throws me through the tiny space and I hit the metal cabinet I purposely bumped my head into, earlier this evening. This time it is not on purpose though. I can feel the pain slice through my arm as I collapse to the floor. I cry out in shock and cannot stop a few panicked tears escaping my eyes. If we do not solve this situation, we are all going to die.

I can feel the plane speeding up, as its shakes become even more violent. The whole room is trashing around me. I vaguely spot Dean in the left corner, his eyes wide with fear as he tries to hold on to something, but gets thrown into the wall repeatedly. Even though he must be as frightened as I am right now, his eyes still keep flashing around, searching. Probably searching for me. I try to scramble to my feet, I need to get to him. Another violent shake makes that easier then I'd expected. I fly towards the corner Dean is in, and collapse against the wall right in front of him. I cry out in pain, feeling my leg twitching in an unnatural order. Dean drops down on his knees. He reaches for my arm and grabs it, pulling me towards him with all the strength he has. He wraps his arms around me and tries to shield me from all the objects in the room, closing his eyes and retrieving as far into the corner as he can. I scream and scream, together with Dean and all the other people. The plane trashes, shakes and drops. Loud bonks and the screeching of metal intertwine with the screaming. The sound of the roaring engine and all the objects flying around, hitting me and the walls, make for a fearful, chaotic situation. I don't know where Sam is. He had disappeared out of my sight after a rather violent shake of the plane. I close my eyes and bury my head even deeper into Dean's chest, praying that Sam somehow manages to pull this off.

I pull my face back out of Dean's chest, when I hear a noise that does not fit with all the other loud noises around me. Dean is also looking around in confusion. We both look up. White flashes of what seems like lightning, are going over the entire plane. All the sounds turn so loud it almost bursts my eardrums. I push my hands over my ears to try and save my hearing. Dean looks down at me with wide eyes. Then, when all seems lost, the plane very slowly steadies into the air. Objects stop flying around and crash to the ground, followed by shards of paper. The light in the plane flickers, before coming back on and the plane stops violently shaking. I inhale deeply and let out a shaky breath, filled with the most relief I have ever felt before. I scramble to my feet and pull a shaky Dean with me. It somehow seems to be over. Did Sam actually pull this off?

I limp towards the now shredded blue curtains and glance through hem. A calm disaster spreads out in front of me. Some passengers are crying, some are still in panic mode, but most are wearing expressions of relief and hug each other close. The plane itself looks like a hurricane went through it, but that is beside the point. I spot Sam as he's slowly rising from the ground, glancing around. He is holding the brown book in his left hand, confirming my suspicions. More relief washes over me and I limp towards him as fast as my injured leg can carry me. He sees me coming and smiles brightly, wrapping his arms around me when I reach him. He's still panting as he crushes me to his chest.

"Thank god you two are such great hunters. You managed to pull this off while everything was going to shit." I mumble in his chest, the last bits of fear leaving my body. Sam chuckles drily. He releases me, but keeps me close by putting an arm around my shoulder. He turns around in search of Dean and sees him standing between the shredded, blue curtains. He looks absolutely furious. I am too relieved to frown at his expression, but I do notice the fury is meant for Sam. He's shaking his head in disapproval and anger, making me laugh.

The plane has landed back in Indianapolis and we are all safe and back on the ground. The authorities have been called. The co-pilot is sitting in a wheelchair, stating whatever he can remember to the police. A number of passengers are telling their stories to FBI agents and medical professionals are treating people who were injured. I was one of those passengers. They had to stitch up my bleeding arm and patch up my leg. I had only noticed I had been hurt for real, when Dean had spotted it on the way back to the airport and had gone very pale in the face. When the paramedics release me, I stumble back towards my brothers. They are both standing close to the exit, watching over everyone. They look agitated and tired. I can't blame them, I feel the same way.

Sam puts an arm around me when I reach them and we all look towards Amanda. She's talking to an officer close to us and looks pretty shaken up. She spots us looking at her and sadly smiles, before mouthing 'thank you'. I nod at her and Dean and Sam wave, before Dean turns to us. "Let's get out of here." He announces and starts walking towards the exit, me and Sam following him. Sam is very quiet as he supports me during the walk. His eyes are on the ground and he looks sad. I hate those sad eyes. Dean noticed too, cause he moves towards the other side of Sam. "Are you okay?" He asks. Sam stops dead in his tracks, turning around to face his big brother, letting me go. "Dean." He starts with a pained expression. Both me and Dean look at him wearily. "It… it knew about Jessica." Sam stammers, his voice breaking when he says the name of the girl he loved. I freeze and bow my head. I knew the words that demon spat out would haunt him. Cold, harsh words like that would haunt anyone. I slowly glance at Dean. I don't really know what to say to my brother. I am trying to ignore the burning lump in my throat. I feel so sorry for him, that he had to experience that all over again. Dean does too, I can see it in his features for a brief second. Then he pushes it down and shoots into big brother mode. "Sam, these things… they read minds. They lie, alright? That's all it was." He tries to reassure Sam. He hates the pain in Sam's eyes as much as I do, I know that. "Yeah." Sam mutters softly and stares at the ground. "Dean's right, Sam. She's not burning, she's in piece. I know she is." I try to help. Sam softly smiles at me. "Come on." Dean mutters and pulls my arm over his shoulder so he can help me walk. Sam goes for the other side and soon we've reached the impala. Dean gently helps me into the back seat, before he sits down up front and starts the car. Sam slips next to him and we drive off.

It's silent for a while and I enjoy it for a moment. It is rather nice after all the hectic and frightening situations we experienced up in the air. After half an hour, Dean sighs and lowers down the volume of his favorite rock music. "Okay, I've waited long enough. We've got to talk." He announces and me and Sam both glance at each other with raised eyebrows, wondering what he means and to who he's talking. "I am quite furious with you." Dean continues, bringing more confusion up for both me and Sam. "Who, me or her?" Sam asks. Dean shakes his head shortly, letting out a growl. "Both of you, you idiot." He answers. I let myself sink down a little in the cushions of the back seat. I had expected anger, at least towards me. "Okay, you!" Dean snaps, glancing at me sharply through the review mirror. "Do not ever scare me like that again! In any situation like that, you listen to what I tell you. You don't come back to a highly dangerous situation when I ordered you to stay in your seat! So many things could have gone wrong, do you realize that?" I can feel the anger radiating off of him and decide to stay silent. Let him get it all out. "If that damn demon sensed our bond or my fright and worry towards you, he could have gone for you, Skye!" Dean grits his teeth and shakes his head. "I'm sorry, Dean. I know I should have stayed in my seat…" I mutter slowly, knowing there is no point in arguing with him. I also know he is right about the demon and the danger. I feel very bad actually, that I froze up and did not throw myself into the fight like I should have done. I could have been way more useful then I was. However, I am not telling him that.

"The next time I tell you to stay back, you do so! Okay?" Dean pushes, staring at me intently through the review mirror. "Okay, okay." I agree slowly, giving him an apologetic glance. Dean's strict face slowly softens and he playfully winks at me, letting me know we're okay. Sam also smiles at me, but that smile quickly disappears when Dean glares at him angrily. "And you!" He starts. Sam puts up his arms in defense. "Wow, what did I do?" He asks calmly, not really that phased by Dean's anger. "You made me go on a freaking plane and you made me take her!" Dean hisses dangerously at him. Sam slowly leans back in his seat, his face turning apologetic. "I know, Dean, I know. I'm sorry. It was the only option, but it should never have happened." He apologizes slowly, agreeing with Dean's statement. I can see he really means it and so can Dean. "Don't ever put me in a spot like that again!" Dean snaps, turning his eyes back on the road, his face softening just as quickly as it did with me. Sam chuckles at that, but stops when he sees Dean's expression becoming pained. He watches his big brother worriedly glance through the review mirror at me. He's blaming himself for my injuries, something I already knew would happen. He always does. "Stop that." I shoot at him, making him raise his eyebrows. "Stop blaming yourself for my injuries. They are minor and do not even hurt anymore. Oh, and they're not your fault." I almost sound sarcastic. Sam shakes his head at my response. Dean gives me a grin. "Who said I am doing any of that?" He challenges me, his pained expression no longer visible. I roll my eyes at that comment and lean my head against the window.

I fall asleep shortly after and get woken up by Sam hours later. The car has stopped and it's pitch black outside, it must be around two or three in the morning. I groggily climb out the car and spot the motel where we checked in a few days ago. I let Sam guide me to the door of our room and Dean opens it. I sleepily stumble to one of the inviting looking beds and let myself drop down on it, drifting off to sleep almost instantly.

I wake up mid-scream. Everything is dark and I don't see a thing. I feel I'm shaking and I can't move, I'm paralyzed with fear. My body is slammed into the head board and my hands are covering my face. Adrenaline is pulsing through my veins, my heart pounding in my chest. There were black-eyed demons everywhere. It was dark and I couldn't see where I was going. They were getting closer and closer. I had tried to run, but my legs wouldn't move and all I could do was scream. I apparently didn't just scream in my nightmare, because as soon as my eyes open in panic, I look right into very worried, green eyes. "Skye!" Dean yells out and tries to grab my hands, who are swatting at him, still in the violence of my nightmare. "It's me, damn it!" He yells out again, catching my hands and pulling them towards his chest. Realization hits me and I stop, growing still. "Honey, it's okay. It was a dream." I hear Sam's voice from the other side of me and soon I feel two strong arms curling around me. I try to get my breathing under control as I bury my head in his chest. "I'm sorry for waking you." I whisper, inhaling deeply to try and get my heart back to its normal pace. Sam snorts. "You had a nightmare, no need to apologize for that." He tells me soothingly. Dean sits down on my bed, putting his hands on my legs. "Puppy, are you okay?" He asks me, real concern still in his eyes. I nod shortly. "Like Sam said, just a nightmare." I repeat, my voice still cracking a few time. "Skye, you were screaming like you were dying. That's not just a nightmare." Dean disagrees with me. I flinch as the horrible images of my nightmare appear back into my mind. "Yeah, well I'm good now." I reply, focusing my eyes on him and waving his concern away. Dean does not seem reassured, but nods and pats my knees gently. "Go back to sleep, guys." I hush them, trying to get myself out of Sam's embrace. "I'll stay with her, get some sleep." Sam tells Dean, completely ignoring my weak struggles. Dean nods shortly. He bends forward, kissing my forehead swiftly, before returning to the other bed. "I don't need…" I protest, but Sam shushes me and crawls under the covers next to me. Even though it makes me feel weak when there is so much concern for me, I have to admit that the strong body of Sam next to me, makes me feel a lot safer. It also enables me to drift back off to sleep.

The next morning after breakfast, we check out and dump all our stuff back in the car. My arm feels a lot better, the wound is no longer throbbing. I try to be my usual self, hiding the fact that the nightmare from last night is giving me a constant, uncomfortable feeling. I crawl into the backseat and soon we're back on the road, driving towards the building where we first met Jerry a few days ago. It's silent in the car, too silent. I realize the music has been on a way lower volume than usual. I let out a soft sigh. I was too uncomfortable last night to talk about my nightmare with my brothers and realize they must be dying to know what it was about, so they can assure me it was just a dream. I am still uncomfortable and would rather not talk about it at all. I don't want them to know what scared me so much, because I do not want them to think that being on these cases is getting to me. Going from not hunting and not knowing almost anything about the supernatural world, to slightly participating in cases and seeing things that frighten me, is probably what caused the nightmare. If they know that, they will go back to leaving me out of everything. I won't have that, not now I have finally made some progress with them. I don't want them to know how much the demon on that plane actually frightened me and how my nightmare felt so real I almost couldn't breathe. Even after I had woken up.

As I predicted, Dean lets out a deep breath and slightly turns his head, after about an hour. "Honey, what was it that you dreamed about last night?" He initiates the conversation carefully. I turn my eyes to the roof of the car. "Nothing special." I try to brush it off. Sam joins the conversation. "You can talk about it, you know. You can tell us. I know how scary nightmares can get and I have never heard you scream that loud before." He adds in a soothing tone. I grit my teeth. He's right, I indeed never had a nightmare this bad before. "It wasn't real, guys. No big deal." I repeat slowly, not looking at either of them. Dean scoffs and grumbles something I don't understand, while Sam seems unsure of what to do. "Hey, just talk. Talking about it will probably make it less real." Sam motivates me slowly, turning around in his seat so he can really look at me. I let out an annoying sigh, rolling my eyes. I know I have to tell them something, or they will not let it go. "I dreamt about demons, but it was no big deal. I guess they were still in my head after this hunt." I slowly explain as little as I can. Both my brothers wear way too worried expressions as they listen, clearly expecting me to say more about it. They cannot really tell me that my dream wasn't real now. Demons are very real. Eventually Sam lets out a sigh. "Skye, you are very right to be scared of demons. They're real and evil, but I promise you they won't hurt you…" Dean interrupts him. "Not as long as we are around, indeed." He finishes Sam's sentence and focusses his eyes back onto the road. "I know." I mutter, surprised by the effect their words still have on me, even though they did not say that much. My fear is slowly ebbing away and I feel a bit better.

We arrive shortly after that conversation and Jerry's waiting for us in the parking lot. Jerry looks at us for a moment and then glances down at my bandaged arm. "Look, no one knows what you did, but I do. A lot of people could have been killed." He starts and gratefully sticks out his hand to Sam, who shakes it with a nod. "Your dad will be real proud." Jerry adds, giving me a wink. "See you around, Jerry." Sam says, as Jerry shakes Dean's hand and then mine. He gives us a last look, before walking away. We watch him walk away, slowly returning to the car. Dean's about to step in, when he stops and turns back around. "Hey, Jerry?" He calls out and Jerry stops walking, turning around. "Yeah?" He calls back. "I meant to ask you this, but how did you get my cell phone number anyway? I've only had it for like six months." Dean asks him with raised eyebrows. "Your dad gave it to me." Jerry answers. That simple statement tenses us all up. "What?" Sam gasps, while I frown. "When did you talk to him?" Dean asks in confusion. "No, well, I mean I didn't exactly talk to him, but uh… called his number, his voice message said to give you a call." He explains. We all stare at him in complete surprise. "Thanks again." Jerry mutters awkwardly, before turning around and walking away.

I stare after him and then look at Dean, who's looking at Sam, who's looking at Dean. We're all wearing quite troubled expressions. "Well, this just doesn't make any sense, man." Sam states, sitting down on the hood of the impala. Me and Dean follow his example. Dean pulls out his phone and starts typing on it. "I called dad's number, like fifty times. It's been out of service." Sam adds, still looking very troubled. I nod, so did I. I lean my head against his shoulder, watching how Dean puts his phone to his ear with a stoic expression. Then, he pushes a button and puts the phone on speaker. The voice of my father comes out of the phone. Loud and clear. "Hello, this is John Winchester. I can't be reached. If this is an emergency, call my son Dean. 785 555 0179, he can help." We all stare at Dean's phone, at a loss for words. I heard my father's voice for the first time in quite a few weeks and it makes me tear up. All my worries for him rush back into my system. Sam shakes his head slowly and abruptly gets off the hood of the car, turning around and taking place inside. He looks very frustrated, angry and sad all at the same time. I let out a deep sigh and glance at Dean. His face is contorted, he's agitated. Without a word, he also gets off the hood and I follow his lead. I get back in and soon Dean's speeding towards the highway. Case closed.