"𝑴𝒆𝒅𝒖𝒔𝒂... Medusa. It's all your fault, you should've stayed in that temple." Medusa's eyes scanned the darkness, she couldn't see a damn thing but she knew she wasn't alone. "Leave me alone." She growled in anger, a dark chuckle echoes around her. She spins, and that's when she sees him. The man that started it all. "Hello, Medousa."

Medusa shot up with a gasp, Dean immediately shoots up himself; his gun pointed and his eyes wide. He shifts slightly, his gun dropping when Maeve starts to sob next to him. "Hey, hey, sweetheart. It's okay, it's just a dream." He rubs her back gently before going to pull in her in for a hug. She immediately yells out and pushes him away, her body jumping off the bed. He watches her with wide eyes, before holding his hands up. "Hey. Easy." He breathes out as she shakes in the middle of the room, her hands rubbing her body as if trying to rid herself of something. Dean slowly stands up, his hands slowly reaching for her. "Baby, easy." Finally, he manages to grab ahold of her; she drops to the floor where he holds her until dawn as she cries herself to sleep.

Dean continues to shush her, keeping her comfortable in his arms until she was ready to leave them. They sat together in the room, Sam was in the second room they rented out; Maeve slowly coming too as the sun broke over the skyline. She shifts slightly, Dean immediately turning to look at her. "You good?" He asked gently, her body stiffened for a moment before she nods. "I won't ask." He says gently as she starts to move out of his arms. "Thanks." There was a small pause as she grabs a pair of clothes from her duffel bag. "A long time ago, a man took something from me and I was punished for it. You're the first person to ever touch me after, I've never been with anyone else." He watches her with a frown on his face, his fits clenching as he caught onto what she really meant.

"Who?" He asked, she paused before slowly making her way towards the bathroom. "I'll tell you another time, for now; come hold me in the shower." He watches as she disappears into the bathroom, every bone in his body wanting to hunt the son of a bitch down and castrate the bastard, but instead he followed his girl into the bathroom to hold her. When they got out, they were on the road again; day and night full of traveling, looking for the next hunt as they went.

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π‘»π’˜π’ π’…π’‚π’šπ’” 𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒓, Maeve slept on her side as Dean's body is wrapped around hers at a weird angle. As the door opens, Dean awakens and slips a hand under his pillow for a weapon. As he turns to look, he sees Sam entering, carrying coffee and pastries. "Morning, sunshine." Sam greets as Maeve groans, Dean glares at his brother in annoyance. The last couple days it had been hard on him and Maeve, she kept waking up from the same nightmare. She couldn't figure out the reason for it, why now? After so many years. "What time is it?" Dean asked as he moved to sit up, "Uh, it's about five forty-five." Sam responds as he sits down on his bed. This time around they all shared a room, "In the morning?" Maeve whined out, shoving her head under the pillow causing both of them to laugh.

"Yep." Sam teases with a small smile, "Where does the day go? Come on, babe. Up you get." She groans again but removes her head from under the pillow to glare at her lover. Dean just smirks back in response, "Did you get any sleep last night?" Dean asks his brother as Maeve sits up, her hair wild and her eyes full of sleep. "Yeah, I grabbed a couple hours." Sam lied, Maeve standing up to stretch; Dean's eyes following her as she moved around the room. "Liar. 'Cause we were up at three, and you were watching a George Foreman infomercial." He grumbled out, his eyes never leaving Maeve until she disappeared into the bathroom. "Hey, what can I say? It's riveting TV." Sam shrugs gently, "When was the last time you got a good night's sleep?"

"I don't know, a little while, I guess. It's not a big deal. Besides, you should be worrying about Maeve, she still having flashbacks?" Dean nods gently, his eyes on the bathroom door. "I don't know what to do, man. She won't talk to me." He grunts out with a small sigh, "Give her time, man. She'll open up." Dean nods before going to say something about his nightmares, "Look, I appreciate your concern..." Sam starts, Maeve coming out of the bathroom in a new set of clothes. "Oh, I'm not concerned about you. It's your job to keep my ass alive, so I need you sharp." Sam shrugs, "Seriously, are you still having nightmares about Jess?" Maeve crosses the room, grabs the coffee from off the table, moving back towards the boys and hands a coffee to each one.

"Yeah. But it's not just her. It's everything. I just forgot, you know? This job. Man, it gets to you." Sam utters out with a small sigh, "You can't let it. You can't bring it home like that." Dean speaks, Maeve flinched slightly at his words but doesn't take them to heart. She knows he's just trying to make Sam feel better. "So, what? All this it...never keeps you up at night?" Dean shakes his head, "Never? You're never afraid?" Sam raises an eyebrow towards his brother. "No, not really." Sam reaches under Dean's pillow to pull out a large hunting knife and holds it up as evidence. Dean takes the knife back about to say something before he catches Maeve's eyes. He smirks, "What can I say, my girl's got a knife kink." Maeve reaches out and smacks him upside the head as Sam rolls his eyes.

Dean winces before letting out a small laugh, "Alright, sorry. Anyway, that's not fear. That is precaution." Dean moves to stand up, grunting as he did so; Maeve getting a nice view of the front end of his boxers. "All right, whatever. I'm too tired to argue." Dean's phone rings, he goes to answer it. "Hello?" Dean frowns in slight confusion, "Dean, it's, uh, it's Jerry Panowski. You and your dad helped me out a couple years back." His eyes widen in recognition as he puts the phone are speaker for the other two to hear. "Oh, right, yeah. Up in Kittanning, Pennsylvania, the poltergeist thing. It's not back, is it?" He asks, the two watch him in confusion. "No. No. Thank god, no. But it's something else, and...uh, I think it could be a lot worse."

"What is it?" Dean asked, coming to sit next to Maeve again. "Can we talk in person?" Dean eyes Sam, who eyes him back; they both then look towards Maeve who nods. "We'll be there soon."

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𝑨 π’…π’‚π’š 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒂𝒍𝒇 𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒓, the trio walk next to Jerry in a airplane hanger. "Thanks for making the trip so quick. I ought to be doing you guys a favor, not the other way around. Dean and your dad really helped me out." He spoke towards Sam with a smile, Sam responds with a smile of his own. "Yeah, he told me. It was a poltergeist?" Sam asks with a raised eyebrow, "Poltergeist? Man, I loved that movie." A random ass guy spoke up as he passed them causing Maeve to snort a laugh and Dean to smirk. "Hey, nobody's talking to you. Keep walking. Damn right it was a poltergeist, practically tore our house apart. Tell you something, if it wasn't for you and your dad, I probably wouldn't be alive. Your dad said you were off at college. Is that right?" Jerry questioned, turning to face Sam who stiffened slightly. "Yeah, I was. I'm-taking some time off." He cleared his throat trying to change the subject, Dean and Maeve eyeing him with sympathetic looks. "Well, he was real proud of you. I could tell. He talked about you all the time."

"He did?" Sam's face turned in shock, he didn't think his dad really cared that much. "Yeah, you bet he did. Oh, hey, you know I tried to get a hold of him, but I couldn't. How's he doing, anyway?" Dean cleared his throat with a small smirk on his face. "He's, um, wrapped up in a job right now." Dean starts, "Well, we're missing the old man, but we get Sam. Even trade, huh?" Dean laughs, "No, not by a long shot." Maeve smacks Dean with a look who laughs awkwardly in response.

"I got something I want you guys to hear." Jerry leads them into a private office area. "I listened to this. And, well, it sounded like it was up your alley." He puts a CD in a drive, "Normally I wouldn't have access to this. It's the cockpit voice recorder for United Britannia flight 2485. It was one of ours."

The trip listens to the tape recording, "Mayday! Mayday! Repeat! 2485-immediate instruction...may be experiencing some mechanical failure..." There is a loud whooshing sound, Maeve frowns as she listens to something within the noise. "Took off from here, crashed about two hundred miles south. Now, they're saying mechanical failure. Cabin depressurized somehow. Nobody knows why. Over a hundred people on board. Only seven got out alive. Pilot was one. His name is Chuck Lambert. He's a good friend of mine. Chuck is, uh...well, he's pretty broken up about it. Like it was his fault." Maeve and Dean make eye contact with one another, silently agreeing as Sam questions Jerry. "You don't think it was?" Jerry shakes his head, "No, I don't."

"Jerry, we're gonna need passenger manifests, um, a list of survivors." Sam insisted with a small smile, "All right." Jerry nodded with a smile, "And, uh, any way we can take a look at the wreckage?" Dean asked the man, he hesitated for a moment. "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." Dean frowns, but nods anyway. "No problem." The trio leaves to make a plan to get the information they need.

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π‘Ίπ’‚π’Ž 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑴𝒂𝒆𝒗𝒆 𝒂𝒓𝒆 waiting by the car outside a Copy Jack. As Dean exits, Maeve smirks at the sight of him. "Hey, sexy." Maeve teases as she clicks her tongue, looking him up and down. "Hi." He purred back as he moved closer to her. "You've been in there forever." Dean holds up three IDs, "You can't rush perfection." He smirks smugly as Sam snatches one from him. "Homeland Security?" Sam questions as he reads it, "That's pretty illegal, even for us." Sam breathes out as Maeve snorts. "Probably isn't going to be the most illegal thing we will do in our lifetime." Maeve muttered out with a smirk towards Sam who glared at her. His innocence was cute, "Yeah, well, it's something new. You know? People haven't seen it a thousand times." They get in the car, "All right, so, what do you got?" Dean asked, raising an eyebrow towards Sam. "Well, there's definitely EVP on the cockpit voice recorder."

"Yeah?" Dean responds, "Listen." He plays the tape, which has been edited to pull out a scratchy voice. "No survivors!" Maeve didn't look shocked at the words; Dean almost wanted to question her but didn't. "'No survivors?' What's that supposed to mean? There were seven survivors." Dean scoffs out, "Got me." Sam shrugs, Maeve hums softly. "So, what are you thinking? A haunted flight?" Maeve asks with a raised eyebrow looking between the brothers. "There's a long history of spirits and death omens on planes and ships, like phantom travelers." Sam explains, "Mm-hmm." Dean agrees with his brother. "Or remember flight 401?" Sam asked them, Maeve nods; she was around for most of the disasters around the world.

Most of the time, it was her trying to end it all; wasn't like she had anything to live for anyway. Hell, she had tried to die when the Titanic went down. That one didn't work out to well, she had been saved with a bad case of frostbite but her heart never stopped beating. When God had given her another chance, that included giving her immortality. She didn't realize until she noticed she wasn't aging, then she started looking into ways to die. In her opinion, God is a dick. If he was going to save her from a curse, he shouldn't have put her in another one. "Right. The one that crashed, the airline salvaged some of its parts, put it in other planes, then the spirit of the pilot and copilot haunted those flights." Dean's voice broke her from her thoughts. "Right." Maeve murmurs, Dean turns to look back at her with a frown. He really wanted to question what was wrong but he hated pushing her; he hates when people pushed him for answers.

"Yep."

"Maybe we got a similar deal."

"All right, so, survivors, which one do you want to talk to first?"

"Third on the list: Max Jaffey."

"Why him?"

"Well, for one, he's from around here. And two, if anyone saw anything weird, he did." Sam explains, "What makes you say that?" Dean asked with a raised eyebrow, "Well, I spoke to his mother and she told me where to find him."

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𝑻𝒉𝒆 π‘°π’Žπ’‘π’‚π’π’‚ is parked in front of the gate to a building with a sign out front reading Riverfront Psychiatric Hospital. Max is walking with a cane between Sam and Dean, Maeve on the other side of him. "I don't understand. I already spoke with Homeland Security." Max utters out with a frown, "Right. Some new information has come up. So if you could just answer a couple questions..." Maeve insisted with a smile towards the guy who blushes at her. Dean rolls his eyes with a grunt as Sam smirks, "Just before the plane went down, did you notice anything... unusual?" She asked, "Like what?" Max cocked his head to the side. "Strange lights, weird noises, maybe. Voices." Sam tries out, his voice hesitant. "No, nothing." The man shook his head, "Mr. Joffey..."

"Jaffey." Max immediately corrects him with a glare before looking towards Maeve again, Sam snorts. "Jaffey. You checked yourself in here, right?" Max nods, "Can I ask why?" Maeve raises an eyebrow at the man who immediately nods with another blush as his eyes scan downward. "I was a little stressed. I survived a plane crash." Max leaned closer to Maeve who grimaced slightly, Dean glares. "Uh huh. And that's what terrified you? That's what you were afraid of?" Dean spoke with a slight sarcastic tone, his annoyance running high with this guy. He kept flirting with his girl, not that he has any reason to be worried. "I...I don't want to talk about this anymore." Max grumbles out as he looks away from Dean. "See, I think maybe you did see something up there. We need to know what."

"No. No, I was...delusional. Seeing things." Max shakes his head as if he was trying to rid himself of the memories from the flight. "He was seeing things." Dean mutters sarcastically with an eye roll, Sam shoots his brother a glare as Maeve smacks him. "It's okay. Then just tell us what you thought you saw, please." Dean insists, "There was...this-man. And, uh, he had these...eyes-these, uh...black eyes. And I saw him-or I thought..I saw him..." Max paused for a moment as his eyes glazed over in remembrance. "What?" Dean and Maeve asked at the same time with frowns on their faces. "He opened the emergency exit. But that's...that's impossible, right? I mean, I looked it up. There's something like two tons of pressure on that door." Max laughed it off, "Yeah."

"This man, uh, did he seem to appear and disappear rapidly? It would look something like a mirage?" Sam questioned with a straight look on his face, "What are you, nuts?" Sam tilts his head. "He was a passenger. He was sitting right in front of me."

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𝑻𝒉𝒆 π’Šπ’Žπ’‘π’‚π’π’‚ pulls up in front of a house, "So here we are. George Phelps, seat 20C." Sam reads, his eyes scanning the area. "Hmm. Man, I don't care how strong you are." The trio get out of the car, "Even yoked up on PCP or something, no way you can open up an emergency door during a flight." Dean states with a scoff, "Not if you're human. But maybe this guy George was something else. Some kind of creature, maybe, in human form." Maeve responds with a shrug of her shoulders. "Does that look like a creature's lair to you?" Sam turns to look at the perfectly ordinary house.

Five minutes later, the trio sits across from Mrs. Phelps. Sam is looking at a framed photograph, "This is your late husband?" Sam asks gently, his voice sad. "Yes, that was my George." Her eyes starting tearing up at the sight of her husband in the photo. "And you said he was a...dentist?" Dean asked, "Mm-hm. He was headed to a convention in Denver. Do you know that he was petrified to fly? For him to go like that..." She whimpered out with a sad look on her face. "How long were you married?" Maeve asked gently, giving the woman a small smile. "Thirteen years." She breathed out, "In all that time, did you ever notice anything...strange about him, anything out of the ordinary?" Sam questioned with a raised eyebrow, "Well...uh, he had acid reflux, if that's what you mean." The trio look towards each other with frowns on their faces.

Soon the three of them come down the stairs out front. "I mean it goes without saying. It just doesn't make any sense." Sam starts out, "A middle-aged dentist with an ulcer is not exactly evil personified. You know what we need to do is get inside that NTSB warehouse, check out the wreckage." Dean looks towards his brother with a smirk on his face. "Okay. But if we're gonna go that route, we'd better look the part."

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𝑫𝒆𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 π‘Ίπ’‚π’Ž exit a store, Maeve watches from where she's leaning against the impala. They were all wearing crisp black suits with white shirts, although she was wearing a skirt instead of pants. Sam adjusts his collar, "Man, I look like one of the Blues Brothers." Dean complains, neither noticing her just yet. "No, you don't. You look more like a...seventh-grader at his first dance." Dean went to give him a sarcastic laugh, his body freezing at the sight of Maeve. Even Sam was in awe at the sight of her, "You blues brothers ready to go?" She teased as Dean moved over to her, "Sweetheart, I was born ready. Wanna grab a room after this?" He murmurs gently as his arm wrapped around her waist and he pulled her closer. She laughed gently with a shake of her head, Sam rolling his eyes at the couple.

"Come on, lovebirds." He teases as Dean looks down at himself, Maeve moving around him to get in the car. "I hate this thing." He grumbles, his words falling from his lips as his eyes caught sight of Maeve's ass. "I love this thing." He breathes out, she turns to give him a look as Sam laughs. "Hey. You want into that warehouse or not?" Dean starts the Impala, Sam moving to sit shotgun.

They enter the warehouse and show their badges to the Security Guard, who nods and lets them in. They walk among plane wreckage; Dean pulls out a device and puts earbuds in his ears. "What is that?" Sam asks, staring at the EMF with a frown on his face. "It's an EMF meter. Reads electromagnetic frequencies." Maeve smirks towards the boys as Sam rolls his eyes. "Yeah, I know what an EMF meter is, but why does that one look like a busted-up walkman?" Dean looks over with a cocky look on his face. "'Cause that's what I made it out of. It's homemade." Dean grins, Maeve watches him with a smile; he was so adorable being so proud of himself.

"Yeah, I can see that." Dean's grin disappears and Maeve smacks Sam on the arm with a glare. Dean runs the EMF meter over a piece of the wreckage with yellow dust on it and gets an audible spike. "Check out the emergency door handle." Dean scratches at the yellow dust and gets some on his hand. "What is this stuff?" Maeve sighs, she knows exactly what it is. "One way to find out." Sam scrapes some of the yellow dust off into a bag, "It's..." She was interrupted by the sound of voices, they all look towards each other before they take off running. The trio peer around a corner and walk out casually. An alarm blares, and they run to the gated exit. Pulling off his suit jacket, Dean throws it over the barbed wire at the top of the fence, and they climb over. Dean helping his girl, before he grabs the jacket and follows after them.

"Well, these monkey suits do come in handy."

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π‘±π’†π’“π’“π’š π’π’π’π’Œπ’” at the yellow stuff through a microscope; what the microscope sees is replicated on a screen. "It's sulfur." Maeve states as she sits on the desk, kicking her feet. "Huh. She's right, this stuff is covered in sulfur." The guys look towards her with a frown, "You're sure?" She nods at Sam's question, "Very sure." She responds as Jerry nods in agreement, banging sounds from outside the office. "You effin' piece of crap..." Maeve snorts slightly at the sound of a man cursing. "If you fellows will excuse me, I have an idiot to fire." As Jerry leaves, Dean goes over and looks into the microscope. "Hey. Einstein. Yeah, you. What the heck you doing? Put the wrench down..." The door shuts, cutting him off. "Hmm. You know, there's not too many things that leave behind a sulfuric residue." Dean starts with a raised eyebrow, "Demonic possession?" Sam asked with a small scoff. "It would explain how a mortal man would have the strength to open up an emergency hatch." Maeve responds as she leans back on the desk she's still sitting on.

"If the guy was possessed, it's possible." Sam nodded along, "This goes way beyond floating over a bed or barfing pea soup. I mean it's one thing to possess a person, but to use them to take down an entire airplane?" Dean asks with a frown in confusion, he had a point. What was the motive? "You ever heard of something like this before?" He asks his brother who shakes his head. "Never." They turn to look towards Maeve but she's clearly not paying attention anymore. They frowned slightly, but didn't give her shit for it.

She looked exhausted.

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𝑫𝒆𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 π‘Ίπ’‚π’Ž are in full research mode, with images and articles taped to the walls and strewn across the beds, and Sam is looking at something on the computer. Dean is reading something on one bed while sitting on the other. Maeve slept soundly with her head on his lap, her body on the bed as he ran his finger through her hair. He was humming slightly to keep her asleep, Dean found himself doing that so she could sleep. He looks down at her for a moment, before looking back to the books. "So, every religion in every world culture has the concept of demons and demonic possession, right? I mean Christian, Native American, Hindu, you name it." Sam starts off, his eyes going back and forth as he scrolled on his computer. "Yeah, but none of them describe anything like this."

"Well, that's not exactly true. You see according to Japanese beliefs, certain demons are behind certain disasters, both natural and man-made. One causes earthquakes, another causes disease." Sam shrugs out, "And this one causes plane crashes?" Maeve suddenly shoots up with a gasp, "No!" Sam and Dean jump at her shout, Dean immediately moving to comfort her. "It's ok. It's ok, I've got you." He mutters out, only for her to push him away. "Don't touch me!" She snaps, Dean gets up after her with a frown in confusion. "Hey..." She turns to him with a frown, tears are streaming down her face. "I can't right now. Just leave me alone." She breaths out, before grabbing her bag and leaving the room. "Maeve." Dean moves to follow her, but Sam grabs him.

"What the hell, man?" Dean snaps towards his brother, Sam just shakes his head. "Give her some time. For now, let's worry about the case. She'll be back, believe me. I know." Dean gave a small huff before slowly nodding with a worried frown on his face. "All right, so, what? We have a demon that's evolved with the times and found a way to ratchet up the body count?" Dean asks, he was itching to go after her. "Yeah. You know, who knows how many planes it's brought down before this one?" Dean snorts, turning away. "What?" Sam questions, "I don't know, man. This isn't our normal gig. I mean, demons, they don't want anything, just death and destruction for its own sake. This is big. And I wish Dad was here." Dean breathed out, he wished Maeve was here right now. "Yeah. Me too."

Dean's phone rings and he answers it, "Hello?" Dean answers cautiously, silently hoping it would be Maeve. He was distracted, "Dean, it's Jerry." Dean gave a forced smile, "Oh, hey, Jerry." Sam watches with interest as he tries to listen in on the conversation. "Wha-Jerry, I'm sorry. What happened? Where'd this happen? I'll try to ignore the irony in that. Nothing. Jerry, hang in there, all right? We'll catch up with you soon." Dean hangs up, just as Maeve enters with a small smile. Dean and Sam watch her for a moment, "Another crash?" She asked gently, the boys nod together. "Yeah. Let's go." Dean starts as he grabs his keys. "Where?" Sam asks, "Nazareth." Dean responds before looking towards Maeve and pointing at her. "We are talking about this." She stares back before slowly nodding and silently following them out the door. Soon enough the impala drives past a road sign reading Nazareth 3.

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π‘±π’†π’“π’“π’š π’Šπ’” π’π’π’π’Œπ’Šπ’π’ˆ through a microscope, "Sulfur?" Dean asks and Jerry nods. "Well, that's great. All right, that's two plane crashes involving Chuck Lambert. This demon sounds like it was after him." Dean grumbled out sarcastically, "With all due respect to Chuck, if that's the case, that would be the good news." Sam sighs, "What's the bad news?" Maeve asked raising an eyebrow towards Sam. "Chuck's plane went down exactly forty minutes into flight. And get this, so did flight 2485." Sam explains, Jerry frowns at them. "Forty minutes? What does that mean?" Maeve winces slightly at the meaning of it. "It's biblical numerology. You know Noah's ark, it rained for forty days. The number means death." Maeve explained to them, her face slightly pained at the thought. The amount of crap she has seen, it still gets to her even now.

"I went back, and there have been six plane crashes over the last decade that all went down exactly forty minutes in." Sam told them, "Any survivors?" Dean asked, watching his girl with a frown. "No. Or not until now, at least, not until flight 2485, for some reason. On the cockpit voice recorder, remember what the EVP Said?" Dean nods at Sam's question. "'No survivors.'" Dean and Maeve respond together, Dean takes a moment to think. "It's going after all the survivors. It's trying to finish the job."

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𝑫𝒆𝒂𝒏 π’Šπ’” π’…π’“π’Šπ’—π’Šπ’π’ˆ, the trip on their way to the airport. Sam is on the phone, while the music plays lowly in the background. Dean keeps glancing back and forth between the road and Maeve who sat leaning against the window, staring out of it. "Really? Well, thank you for taking our survey, And if you do plan to fly, please don't forget your friends at United Britannia Airlines. Thanks." Sam hangs up, "All right. That takes care of Blaine Sanderson and Dennis Holloway. They're not flying anytime soon." He turns to his brother, "So our only wildcard is the flight attendant Amanda Walker." Maeve speaks up from the backseat. "Right. Her sister Karen said her flight leaves Indianapolis at eight pm. It's her first night back on the job."

"That sounds like just our luck." Dean spoke sarcastically, "Dean, this is a five-hour drive, man, even with you behind the wheel." Sam scoffs in doubt at his brother. "Call Amanda's cellphone again, see if we can't head her off at the pass." Maeve insists as she moves forward, "I already left her three voice messages. She must have turned her cellphone off. God, we're never gonna make it." Sam sighs in disappointment. "We'll make it." Maeve and Dean spoke together as he steps on the gas.

Make it, they did. Maeve, Dean and Sam rush into the airport and check the Departure board. "Right there. They're boarding in thirty minutes." Sam breathes out, "Okay. We still have some cards to play. We need to find a phone." Dean picks up a courtesy phone. "Hi. Gate thirteen. I'm trying to contact an Amanda Walker. She's a flight attendant on flight, um...flight 4-2-4. Come on." Dean groans as he waits for the woman to pick up. Finally, his eyes light up when gets a response. "Miss Walker. Hi, this is Dr. James Hetfield from St. Francis Memorial Hospital. We have a Karen Walker here. Nothing serious, just a minor car accident, but she was injured, so..." He was most likely interrupted by the woman he was talking too.

"You what? Uh, well...there must be some mistake." Sam goes around Dean to try to hear what's going on. Maeve continues to look around the airport with a frown. "Guilty as charged. He's really sorry. Yes, but...he really needs to see you tonight, so... Don't be like that. Come on. The guy's a mess. Really. It's pathetic. Oh, yeah." Amanda hangs up on him, causing his eyes to go wide. "No, no. Wait, Amanda. Amanda! Damn it! So close." The intercom announces an incoming flight as Sam looks towards his brother and Maeve. "All right, it's time for plan B. We're getting on that plane." Sam smirks, "Whoa, whoa, now just hold on a second." Dean is wide-eyed and Maeve eyes her man; he wasn't. Was he?

"Dean, that plane is leaving with over a hundred passengers on board, and if we're right, that plane is gonna crash." Sam insists with a frown. "I know." Dean looks towards Maeve who gives him a small smile. "Okay. So we're getting on the plane, we need to find that demon and exorcise it. I'll get the tickets. You get whatever you can out of the trunk. Whatever that will make it through the security. Meet me back here in five minutes." Dean just looks at him anxiously, "Are you okay?" Sam asks, "No, not really." Dean hissed back with a glare. "What? What's wrong?" The pin still hasn't dropped with Sam, so Dean had to explain. "Well, I kind of have this problem with, uh..." He makes a gesture as Sam laughs gently, "Flying?" Sam questions with a smile, not believing his brother. "It's never really been an issue until now."

"You're joking, right?" Sam scoffed, "Do I look like I'm joking? Why do you think I drive everywhere, Sam?" Dean snips towards his brother, "All right. Uh, Maeve and I will go." Maeve nods in agreement towards Sam as Dean shakes his head in a panic. "What?" Dean gapped, "We'll do this one on our own. We've got it man." Sam tries to reason with Dean who kept shaking his head. "What are you, nuts? You said it yourself, the plane's gonna crash." Dean cried out, his body shifting nervously. "Dean, we can do it together, or we can do this one by ourselves. I'm not seeing a third option, here." Sam shrugs, Dean looks between Maeve and his brother with a pained look. "Come on! Really? Man..."

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𝑫𝒆𝒂𝒏 π’Šπ’” π’”π’Šπ’•π’•π’Šπ’π’ˆ π’Šπ’ the aisle seat, anxiously reading the safety card as Maeve sits next to him with Sam next to her. "Just try to relax." Sam tries to calm him down, "Just try to shut up." The plane takes off, with Dean jumping at every rumble and sound. Sam smirks as Maeve grabs Dean's hand to calm him down.

Thirty minutes later, Dean is leaning back, humming to himself. Maeve looks over with a teasing smile, "You're humming Metallica?" She asks as he looks towards her with a half hearted glare. "Calms me down." He insists, "Look, man, I get you're nervous, all right? But you got to stay focused." Sam hisses from across Maeve who leaned back to let the brothers talk. "Okay." Dean snipped, "I mean, we got thirty-two minutes and counting to track this thing down, or whoever it's possessing, anyway, and perform a full-on exorcism."

"Yeah, on a crowded plane. That's gonna be easy." Maeve murmured out with a scoff, "Just take it one step at a time, all right? Now, who is it possessing?" Sam asks with a confused look, "It's usually gonna be somebody with some sort of weakness, you know, a chink in the armor that the demon can worm through. Somebody with an addiction or some sort of emotional distress." Dean rants slightly, his fingers playing with Maeve's to calm himself. "Well, this is Amanda's first flight after the crash. If I were her, I'd be pretty messed up." Sam murmurs gently, "Mm-hm." Dean turns to a flight attendant, "Excuse me. Are you Amanda?" She shook her head with a small smile, "No, I'm not." Dean gives her an awkward smile. "Oh, my mistake." She nods and moves along, Dean looks to the back of the plane to Amanda.

"All right, well, that's got to be Amanda back there, so I'll go talk to her, and, uh, I'll get a read on her mental state." Dean speaks, turning to face them, San leans back with a small sigh. "What if she's already possessed?" He questions, "There's ways to test that." Dean goes into his bag and comes out with a Virgin Mary-shaped bottle of water. "I brought holy water." He shakes it with a smirk, "No." Sam snatches the bottle and tucks it inside his hoodie. "I think we can go more subtle. If she's possessed, she'll flinch at the name of God." Sam explains to Dean, "Oh. Nice." He rolls his eyes before getting up and turns to go to the back. "Hey." Sam speaks, stopping his brother. "What?" Dean grumbles, leaning down with a glare.

"Say it in Latin." Sam insists, "I know." Dean leaves again. "Okay. Hey!" He comes back once more, "What?!" He hissed back, now getting annoyed with his brother. "Uh, in Latin, it's "Christo"." Maeve watched the scene with a smirk, "Dude, I know! I'm not an idiot!" He goes to leave again, "Dean!" Dean slowly turns to face them once more, a dark look on his face. He goes to snap at her, but she stands; pulling him in for a kiss. "Good luck, big guy." Immediately, he gives her a smile before kissing her once more. Dean moves to make his way to the back of the plane, thumping a seat once after the plane shakes. "Ladies and gentlemen, this is your first officer speaking..." Amanda is fussing with the drink cart and napkins.

"You know, you can talk to Dean." Sam starts, Maeve looks towards him with a frown on her face. She sighs, "I know and I want too, but I'm just not ready yet. I'm afraid once I tell you guys, you're going to hate me." Sam frowns at her words, "What are you so demon or something?" Sam asked with a small laugh, she gives him a look. "Or something." She whispers, but he heard her and stared at her with wide eyes. "What did you just say?" They both jumped when Dean returns to his seat. "All right, well, she's got to be the most well-adjusted person on the planet." Sam stares at Maeve for a moment longer before dropping it.

"You said, 'Christo?'" Sam asked him with a frown, "Yeah." Dean grumbled back. "And?" Maeve raised an eyebrow as she slowly dragged out the word. "There's no demon in her. There's no demon getting in her." Maeve snorted slightly causing Dean to smirk in response, both dirty minds thinking alike. "So, if it's on the plane, it can be anyone. Anywhere." The plane shakes, "Come on! That can't be normal!" He snatches Maeve's hand again. "Hey, hey, it's just a little turbulence." She breathes out with him; trying to calm him as much as she could. "Maeve, this plane is going to crash, okay? So quit treating me like I'm friggin' four." She raised an eyebrow at him, "Well, stop acting like you're four. You need to calm down." She snipped back, and Dean winced slightly.

"Well, I'm sorry I can't." He whispered out, his voice softer towards Maeve who he knew would kick his ass if he kept talking to her like that. "Yes, you can." Sam spoke up from beside Maeve, his eyes switching between them. "Dude, stow the touchy-feely, self-help yoga crap, it's not helping." Dean snarled towards his brother with a glare. "Listen, if you're panicked, you're wide open to demonic possession, so you need to calm yourself down. Right now." Dean takes a long, slow breath. "Good. Now, I found an exorcism in here that I think is gonna work. The Rituale Romanum." Sam explains to the couple, who listens intently.

"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." Sam tells them, watches as Dean looks at him with an annoyed look. "More powerful?" Dean questions, raising an eyebrow. "Yeah." Sam agrees, "How?" Maeve speaks up this time. "Well, it doesn't need to possess someone anymore. It can just wreak havoc on its own." Sam says with a sigh, "Oh. And why is that a good thing?" Dean asks, all three of them getting annoyed with this situation; definitely didn't help that Dean was scared of flying. "Well, because the second part sends the bastard back to hell once and for all." Dean nodded, "First things first, we got to find it."

Dean walks slowly up the aisle with his EMF meter, getting odd looks but no readings. Sam suddenly claps him on the shoulder, and he jumps. "Ah! Don't do that." Dean hissed towards his brother, both coming to a stop in front of the bathroom where Maeve pops out of, "Jesus." Dean jumps, shooting her a glare as she smiles, giving him a kiss on the cheek. "Anything?" She asked him, "No, nothing. How much time we got?" Dean asks, looking towards Sam with a sigh. "Fifteen minutes. Maybe we missed somebody." Sam frowns as he spins to look towards the passengers. "Maybe the thing's just not on the plane." Dean shrugs with an innocent voice, he was wrong though. "You believe that?" Sam laughs with a scoff.

"Well, I will if you will." Dean looks down as the EMF meter spikes. The Copilot exits the bathroom and heads towards the cockpit. "What? What is it?" They all looked towards the man, Maeve immediately getting chills at the sight of him. "Christo." The Copilot turns slowly to face them. His eyes turn black, then he heads back into the cockpit. Dean looks at Sam and Maeve, before they head to the back of the plane towards Amanda. "She's not gonna believe this." Sam insisted with a frown, "Twelve minutes, dude." Dean snaps at his brother as they enter the hostess section of the plane. "Oh, hi. Flight's not too bumpy for you, I hope." Amanda smiles at them, "Actually, that's kind of what we need to talk to you about."

Sam closes the curtain, Maeve moving to stand off to the side. "Um, okay. What can I do for you?" She asks, getting slightly scared at the sight of the trio. "All right, this is gonna sound nuts, but we just don't have time for the whole, 'the truth is out there.' speech right now." Dean starts causing Maeve and Sam to roll their eyes. "All right, look, we know you were on flight 2485." Amanda's smile disappeared, "Who are you guys?" She demands with a glare. "Now, we've spoken to some of the other survivors. We know something brought down that plane and it wasn't a mechanical failure." Maeve starts off, crossing her arms over her chest; Dean's eyes immediately falling towards that area. He quickly clears his throat and turns away as Sam smacks his arm. "We need your help because we need to stop it from happening again. Here. Now."

"I'm sorry, I-I'm very busy. I have to go back..." She tries to brush past Dean, who stops her. "Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Wait a second. I'm not gonna hurt you, okay? But listen to me, uh...The pilot in 2485, Chuck Lambert. He's dead." She pauses in shock, "Wait. What? What, Chuck is dead?" She asks with tears developing in her eyes. "He died in a plane crash. Now, that's two plane crashes in two months. That doesn't strike you as strange?" Dean asks with a frown, "I..." She couldn't bring herself to speak anymore. "Look, there was something wrong with 2485. Now maybe you sensed it, maybe you didn't. But there's something wrong with this flight, too."

"Amanda, you have to believe us." Dean starts slowly, "On...on 2485, there was this man. He...had these eyes." She tries to explain but it doesn't quite get out the way she wanted it too. "Yes. That's exactly what we're talking about." Sam gives her a sympathetic smile, it doesn't make her feel any better. "I don't understand, what are you asking me to do?" Amanda looked between them with furrowed brows. "Okay. The copilot, we need you to bring him back here." There was a small pause, "Why? What does he have to do with anything?" Dean shook his head with a sigh of annoyance. "Don't have time to explain. We just need to talk to him. Okay?" She nods slowly in response, "How am I supposed to go in the cockpit and get the copilot..." Maeve moves to interrupt her. "Do whatever it takes. Tell him there's something broken back here, whatever will get him out of that cockpit."

"Do you know that I could lose my job if you..." This time it was Dean who interrupted her, "Okay, well you're gonna lose a lot more if you don't help us out." Amanda hesitates before nodding, "Okay." Amanda leaves and goes to the cockpit. She knocks on the door and says something inaudible to the copilot, who follows her back. Sam pulls out the holy water. Dean pulls out John's journal and hands it to Sam, who opens it. Maeve prepares herself as backup just incase, "Yeah, what's the problem?" Dean punches him in the face, knocking him down. He pins him down and puts duct tape over his mouth. "Wait. What are you doing? You said you were just gonna talk to him." Maeve moves to help Dean hold him down. "We are gonna talk to him." Dean splashes holy water on his skin, which sizzles. "Oh, my god. What's wrong with him?" Amanda gapped in horror as she watched the scene unfold. "Look. We need you calm. We need you outside the curtain." She shakes her head, "Well, I don't underst-I don't know..."

"Don't let anybody in, okay? Can you do that? Can you do that? Amanda?" She hesitated before nodding, "Okay. Okay." Amanda leaves, Dean and Maeve continues to fight with the man. "Hurry up, Sam. I don't know how much longer we can hold him." Dean snaps towards his brother, "Regna terrae, cantate Deo, psallite Domino..." The Demon breaks free briefly and hits them both until Dean manages to subdue him again. Sam picks up where he left off, the Demon knocks Dean off again and pulls the tape off his mouth. He grabs Sam by the collar, only to be pulled back by Maeve. He turns to her with a glare, "You. I know you." When he starts to laugh, she manages to throw him away from Sam.

The demon laughs as it lays on the floor, Sam groans as he moves over him. "I know what happened to your girlfriend! She must have died screaming! Even now, she's burning!" Dean recovers and hits the Demon as Sam sits there, stunned. "Sam!" Sam recovers and begins reading again. He puts the book down and helps Dean and Maeve pin down the Demon, who kicks the book up the aisle. "I got him." The Demon exits the Copilot's body and disappears into a vent. "Damnit!" Maeve shouts in anger, she was about to kick this fuckers ass. "Where'd it go?" Sam asks, "It's in the plane. Hurry up. We got to finish it."

The plane suddenly dips and heaves violently, Maeve yells out in shock as she's thrown across the plane. She slams into a wall, and is knocked out, Sam struggles to retrieve the book as Dean splays himself against the exit door, screaming. Sam manages to grab the book and reads the rest of the exorcism. A bright electrical charge runs through the entire plane, which then levels out. Various people ask if everyone's okay. Amanda sighs in relief. Dean comes out from behind the curtain, his eyes spotting Maeve on the floor. He rushes towards her as Sam stands up. "Maeve!"

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𝑻𝒉𝒆 π‘·π’‚π’”π’”π’‚π’π’ˆπ’†π’“π’” from the flight are disembarking to an area milling with uniformed agents (Paramedic, FBI, FAA, etc). The Copilot is seated in a wheelchair with a blanket wrapped around him, being questioned by an FAA Agent. Amanda is being questioned by another agent. She sees Sam and Dean standing next to Maeve who has a bandage on her forehead, they stand across the way from her. She mouths, 'Thank you.' and they nod together in return. Dean turns to face Maeve, giving her one last check up before nodding to himself. "Let's get out of here." The trio head for the exit. "You okay?" Sam stops and turns, "Dean, it knew about Jessica." He wanted to mention the other thing he heard. He wanted to mention what Maeve had said on the plane, but at the same time, he wanted to trust her, just like Dean trusts her.

When she's ready, she'll tell them. "Sam, these things, they, they read minds. They lie. All right? That's all it was." Sam paused and blinked towards his brother with a small nod. "Yeah." Dean nods in his own response, "Come on." They head over to Jerry who is waiting for them. "Nobody knows what you guys did, but I do. A lot of people could have been killed." Jerry shakes their hands, "Your dad's gonna be real proud." Sam gives him an awkward smile, "We'll see you around, Jerry." Dean begins to head off. "You know, Jerry." Jerry turns to face Dean with a raised eyebrow. "Yeah." He smiles, "I meant to ask you, how did you get my cellphone number, anyway? I've only had it for like six months." Dean questions with a cock of his head. "Your dad gave it to me." The boys freeze with frowns on their faces as they watch him. "What?"

"When did you talk to him?" Dean asked with a frown, "I mean, I didn't exactly talk to him, but I called his number. His voice message said to give you a call. Thanks again, guys." Jerry leaves them standing there, all three confused.

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𝑨 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒆 π’˜π’Šπ’•π’‰ a red maple leaf on the tail flies overhead. "This doesn't make any sense, man. I've called Dad's number like fifty times. It's been out of service." Dean dials a number. As the voice message begins, he turns it so Sam can hear too. Maeve standing in front of the two brothers listening along with them. "This is John Winchester. I can't be reached. If this is an emergency, call my son, Dean. 785-555-0179. He can help." Sam fumes and gets in the car, Maeve and Dean follows after him, and they drive off once more.

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