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chapter two:
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⤷ PHANTOM TRAVELLER ⤶
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IT HAD been a couple of days since their last case and the trio of hunters had found a somewhat decent motel to crash in until they found their next case. Not much had happened since they had helped Andrea and her son Lucas and Eirene sure hoped it would stay that way. However, not all stays quiet in the supernatural world and it wouldn't be long until something went creak in the night. Which leads us onto now.

Dean's snores sounded out throughout the motel room as he slept on his stomach. Eirene was on the bed next to him that she and Sam had switched turns in as she had refused to sleep in the same bed as Dean.

The sound of the door woke up the sleeping man as he instinctively slipped a hand under his pillow for a weapon.

As he turned to look, he saw it was only Sam walking in whilst carrying coffee and a box of pastries. The smell immediately greeting his senses. He was surprised it didn't wake up Eirene who was still asleep on the bed next him on her side, her hand hanging limply off the edge of the bed.

"Morning, sunshine." Sam's voice broke Dean's gaze off of the woman.

"What time is it?" Dean asked as he rubbed his eyes, turning to face his brother.

"Uh, it's about five forty — five."

Dean raised his eyebrows. "In the morning?"

"Yep." Sam grinned while replying.

"Where does the day go?" Dean asked but frowned when he got no response.

"Did you get any sleep last night? he interrogated, knowing what his brother was like.

Sam hesitated before answering. "Yeah, I grabbed a couple hours."

Dean narrowed his eyebrows as he stared at his brother before calling him out. "Liar. 'Cause I was up at three, and you were watching a George Foreman infomercial while Eirene here was sleeping in your bed. Unless you've suddenly transformed into a woman overnight and you didn't tell me." he then pointed to the woman still asleep, now with her hair hanging over her face. "And she was just merely a figment of my imagination."

Sam ignored his brother's usual idiocy. "Hey, what can I say? It's riveting TV." he then gave himself a once over. "And no, I'm pretty sure I'm still a man."

Dean scoffed at his words while imitating him under his breath, specifically his use of the word 'riveting'. Muttering about how stupid it was.

"When was the last time you got a good night's sleep?" he asked.

"I don't know, a little while, I guess. It's not a big deal."

"Yeah, it is." the older man argued.

"Look, I appreciate your concern —" Sam began but was cut off.

"— Oh, this," he gestured to his face, "is not concern. I'm not concerned about you. It's your job to keep my ass alive, so I need you sharp."

Sam only shrugged.

"Seriously, are you still having nightmares about Jess?"

Sam walked across the room, sitting down on the other bed on the little room that his sleeping friend had left him and handed Dean a coffee.

"Yeah. But it's not just her. It's everything. I just forgot, you know? This job. Man, it gets to you." Sam attempted to reason.

Dean didn't say anything for a while leaving the room in silence except for Eirene's sleeping breaths. "You can't let it. You can't bring it home like that.

"So, what? All this it . . . never keeps you up at night?" Sam intrigued as sipped his coffee, not taking his eyes away from his older brother.

Dean merely shook his head.

Sam, however, found that hard to believe. "Never?" he asked. "You're never afraid?

"No, not really." he denied shortly.

The amused look on the shaggy haired man's face did little to convince Dean Winchester that his brother believed him. He only proved that further when he reached under his pillow to pull out a large hunting knife and held it up as evidence.

Dean immediately snatched the knife back while pocketing it quickly, his eyes trailing slightly to the brunette on the bed next to his.

"That's not fear. That is precaution." Dean argued.

"All right, whatever. I'm too tired to argue."

Before another word could be said, the latters phone rung. He quickly reached for the electronic device to answer it.

"Hello?"

"Dean, it's, uh, it's Jerry Panowski. You and your dad helped me out a couple years back."

Dean was confused for a moment before he suddenly remembered who the man was. "Oh, right, yeah. Up in Kittanning, Pennsylvania, the poltergeist thing. It's not back, is it?

"No. No. Thank god, no. But it's something else, and . . . uh, I think it could be a lot worse."

The man sighed while pinching the bridge of his nose slightly. Of course it was something worse. It always was. "What is it?"

"Can we talk in person?" Jerry questioned.

"Uh yeah sure." the man replied as he eyed his brother, gaining a suspicious look back. Dean soon ended the call as Jerry have him some extra information on where to meet him etc.

"Wake her up," Dean spoke, gesturing to Eirene on the bed. "we're leaving."

Sam sighed but followed his brother's orders nonetheless. He shook her shoulders but when they didn't work Sam saw something fly past his eyes, right where his head had just been. Not getting a moment to question it as he heard his friend's, now awake voice, rip throughout the air.

"Dean Winchester, you do that again and see what happens." she said to him with a stern gaze, not an ounce of sarcasm laced in her tone. Then, before he could speak, she grabbed the pillow and threw it back at him, hitting the man square in the face making him fall backwards off the bed and rolling on the floor with a loud thud!

Eirene simply grinned at the results or her actions and got up from the bed she had been sleeping on just moments prior, sending a smile to Sam as he stared at her stunned. "Okay, we can go now." and with that, she walked out the room, her hair swaying slightly as she did so.

"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."

"Anytime Jerry." Eirene spoke while grinning at the man.

"Yeah, he told me. It was a poltergeist?" he confirmed while ignoring his friend's usual antics.

"Poltergeist? Man I love that movie." a random man spoke up from beside them making them all turn to him.

Jerry was none too pleased however. "Hey, nobody's talking to you. Keep walking." the man looked confused but complied regardless. "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?"

Sam sighed as he thought back to his life at college, how simple it was compared to his life now. No matter where he went he just couldn't escape the hunting life. "Yeah, I was. I'm — I'm taking some time off."

"Well, he was real proud of you. I could tell. He talked about you all the time." Jerry added with a small smile.

"He did?" Sam intrigued, unaware that his father had ever said that about him. After all, the last time he saw the man they had gotten into a particularly bad fight.

"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?"

Sam and Eirene peered at each other, not knowing what to say. Luckily, Dean answered for him. "He's, um, wrapped up in a job right now.

"Well, we're missing the old man, but we get Sam. Even trade, huh?"

Dean and Eirene laughed at the man's comment.

"No, not by a long shot." Sam muttered under his breath but was left ignored as only Eirene heard him who sent the man a sympathetic smile.

"I got something I want you guys to hear." Jerry spoke as he led them into an office of some sorts.

I listened to this. And, well, it sounded like it was up your alley." Jerry explained to the hunters.

They all watched as the man put a CD in a drive. He then looked to them all. "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 recording then started to play. "Mayday! Mayday! Repeat! This is United Britania 2485 —immediate instruction help! United Britanis 2485, I copy your message — May be experiencing some mechanical failure . . ."

A loud wooshing sound overtook the sound on the recording and continued to get even louder until it all suddenly stopped.

"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."

"You don't think it was?" Eirene questioned the man with her arms crossed.

Jerry looked at her sadly. "No, I don't."

"Jerry, we're gonna need passenger manifests, um, a list of survivors."

The man nodded. "All right."

"And, uh, any way we can take a look at the wreckage?" Dean politely asked the man.

"The other stuff is no problem. But the wreckage . . . the NTSB has it locked down in an evidence warehouse. No way I've got that kind of clearance."

"No problem." Dean replied. And just by the look on his face, Eirene just knew that Dean would find a way for them to get them inside anyway.

SAM WAS waiting by the car outside a Copy Jack. The man had concluded that he'd been waiting there for a total of ten whole minutes. How long did it take? Although, knowing Dean he was probably flirting with a woman he'd somehow found in there as Eirene stood to the side, as jealous as ever but would never admit it, reprimanding his actions.

Finally, he heard the door swing open and closed. As Dean and Eirene were leaving, an attractive woman enters smiling at Dean aha she did so. The female hunter sighed while rolling her eyes. "Do you have to flirt with every woman you meet Winchester?"

"It's not my fault woman simply fall at their feet when they see me Blackwell." Dean replied smugly while rolling his shoulder back slightly.

"You've been in there forever." Sam complained as he pushed himself off of the car, unfolding his arms as he did so.

Dean only smirked while holding up three IDs. "You can't rush perfection Sammy."

"Homeland Security?" he asked as he took one of the three IDs in his hands. "That's pretty illegal, even for us."

"Yeah, well, it's something new. You know? People haven't seen it a thousand times." was Dean's reply as he looked over the ID's once more.

Nobody said anything else as they all got in the car in their respective seats.

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

"Well, there's definitely EVP on the cockpit voice recorder."

"Yeah?"

"Listen." Sam instructed aw he pressed play the tale which had been been edited to pull out a scratchy voice.

"No survivors!"

"Lovely." Eirene muttered under her breath.

"'No survivors'? What's that supposed to mean? There were seven survivors."

"Beats me." the brunette hunter answered with a confused frown.

"So, what are you thinking? A haunted flight?"

"There's a long history of spirits and death omens on planes and ships, like phantom travelers." Sam replied, his usual knowledge for literally everything coming out.

The other two hunters nodded silently as they listened to him speak.

"Or remember flight 401?" he asked them.

"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."

"Right." Sam confirmed. "Maybe we got a similar deal."

"All right, so, out of all of the survivors, which one do you want to talk to first?" Eirene intrigued as she looked to him.

"Third on the list: Max Jaffey."

Eirene's face scrunched up in confusion. "Why him specifically?"

"Well, for one, he's from around here. And two, if anyone saw anything weird, he did." was his reply.

"What makes you say that?" Dean asked curiously.

Sam looked back and fourth between the two hunters. "Well, I spoke to his mother, and she told me where to find him."

IT TURNED out that Max was in a place called RIVERFRONT PSYCHIATRIC HOSPITAL which is where they were right now. It wasn't very promising if Eirene was being honest but she didn't judge, wanting to be positive for once. Which is where it led them to now, walking through with Max as he held his came in front of him.

His brows drew together as he looked to the trio in confusion. "I don't understand. I already spoke with Homeland Security."

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

"Just before the plane went down, did you notice anything . . . unusual?" Sam questioned the man.

The corner of his eyes crinkled in thought. "Like what?"

"Strange lights, weird noises, maybe. Voices." Eirene listed off as she peered to the man.

"No, nothing." he shook his head.

"Mr. Joffey —"

" — Jaffey." Max corrected.

"Yeah, Jaffey." Dean waved off not caring he'd gotten the poor man's name incorrect. "You checked yourself in here, right?

Max nodded.

"Can I ask why?" Dean probed, not understanding why a, clearly sane man, would check himself into a hospital of this kind.

Max stared at him for a moment before he replied. "I was a little stressed. I survived a plane crash."

"Uh huh. And that's what terrified you? That's what you were afraid of?"

The man sighed slightly while looking down at the floor slightly. "I . . . I don't want to talk about this anymore."

"See, I think maybe you did see something up there. We need to know what." the older brother pressed on.

This only made Max scoff quietly. No. No, I was . . . delusional. Seeing things."

Dean smirked slightly before peering back to Sam and Eirene. "Do you hear that? He was seeing things."

Sam ignored his brother's usual antics and stepped forward towards the man. "It's okay. Then just tell us what you thought you saw, please."

Max still said nothing.

"Please Mr. Jaffey, I promise you no matter what you say it won't sound strange in the slightest." Eirene pleaded as she stepped forward as well, now in line with Sam.

Max looked to her with an odd look on his face. "We've seen it all before." the woman added with a small smile on her face.

Finally, he gave in. "There was . . . this — man. And, uh, he had these . . . eyes — these, uh . . . black eyes. And I saw him — or I thought I saw him . . ."

"What?"

"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.

"Yeah."

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

Max frowned. "What are you, nuts?"

Way to be subtle Eirene thought as she looked towards the man.

Sam shook his head.

"He was a passenger. He was sitting right in front of me." Max replied.

AFTER THEIR talk with Max, he had directed them to a house. Though none of them why they were here exactly they knew they were about to get some answers.

"So here we are. George Phelps, seat 20C." Sam stated aloud making Dean scoff slightly.

"Hmm. Man, I don't care how strong you are, there's no way your opening that door." he huffed.

Eirene peered to the man in question. "You mean the big and strong Dean Winchester couldn't do it?" she teased slightly.

Ddan just ignored her.

The three then got out of the car, slamming the doors shut in unison creating a loud echoing noise in the somewhat quiet neighbourhood.

"Even yoked up on PCP or something, no way you can open up an emergency door during a flight." Dean dismissed as they all walked up towards the house.

"Not if you're human." Sam replied thoughtfully. "But maybe this guy George was something else. Some kind of creature, maybe, in human form." he guessed.

Eirene frowned. She gestured to the house, "Sam, does that look like a creature's lair to you? Because to me, it looks pretty normal."

Sam turned to look at the perfectly ordinary house. Surely there was something they were missing here, right?

DEAN, SAM and Eirene were currently sat across from Mrs. Phelps. Sam was looking at a framed photograph.

"This is your late husband?" Sam questioned the lady.

The woman, Mrs. Phelps sighed softly. "Yes, that was my George.

"Right, and you said he was a . . . dentist?" Dean now asked.

"Mmhm. He was headed to a convention in Denver. Do you know that he was petrified to fly? For him to go like that . . ." she trailed of sadly.

Eirene leaned forward in her seat, sending the woman a small smile, the Hunter gaining one in return. "If you don't mind me asking, how long were the two of you married for?"

"Thirteen years."

"And in all that time, did you ever notice anything . . , strange about him, anything out of the ordinary?"

The woman seemed to be thinking before her face suddenly lit up. "Well . . . uh, he had acid reflux, if that's what you mean."

A sudden laugh, covered poorly by a cough, sounded out through the room. Both brothers looked to their female friend who was trying not to laugh any further as she had her hand over her mouth, still faking a cough. Mrs. Phelps looked as though she seriously believed her.

"AND YOU'RE sure there's nothing else I can do for you?" Mrs. Phelps questioned the younger woman as she led them out of the house with a kind but sad smile.

"Oh no," Eirene denied while shaking her head dismissively and raising her hand out in front of her. "it's truly okay, Miss. I'm fine now." the female hunter added. "Thank you once again for your time."
and with that, she was hopping down the front steps after Sam and Dean.

"You okay now?" Sam asked, not nearly as amused as the brunette seemed to be.

"Oh yeah, totally fine." she then motioned towards the two, "Carry on with your conversation boys."

Sam sighed but continued on anyways. "I mean it goes without saying. It just doesn't make any sense.

"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."

Sam raised his eyebrows in somewhat amusement. "Okay. But if we're gonna go that route, we'd better look the part." He then looked back to Eirene who looked all too happy with their current situation.

WHILE EIRENE was getting her outfit from god knows where, the brothers were in the rental shop having just left.

Dean groaned as he looks over himself while Sam adjusted his collar, the two were wearing crisp black suits with white shirts.

"Man, I look like one of the Blues Brothers.

"No, you don't." Sam denied with a laugh erupting in his throat. "You look more like a . . . seventh — grader at his first dance.

The oldest brother scowled at the shaggy haired man's words before looking down at himself once more. "I hate this thing."

"Hey. You want into that warehouse or not?" Sam asked as he adjusted his collar once more. It sometimes sucked being the taller one despite him being the younger brother.

"Yeah, yeah. Where's Eirene anyway?" he asked. However, as soon as he said those words, a car pulled up (rather too closely in Dean's opinion) behind his beloved Impala. A woman's voice sounded out over the loud drowning sound of the awful music playing from the speakers. The two only recognised her as she stepped out with a wide smile on her face as she waved the driver goodbye with a rather flirtatious look. Turning around, they were met with Eirene's face, all decked out in a rather sophisticated outfit.

Noticing both pair of eyes on her, the woman frowned slightly. "What?"

Dean couldn't seem to form proper words so Sam took it upon himself to talk. "Who the hell was that?" Sam questioned while gesturing wildly to the car that had now driven off speedily down the American road.

Eirene grinned as she looked from Sam to Dean. "Oh just a new friend of mine. He helped me land this." Eirene motioned to the outfit she was wearing which consisted of a navy blue knee length skirt, a white shirt with frills going down the centre in align with the many sewn on buttons, a matching navy blue blazer and shiny black heels. "Amazing isn't it?"

Sam chuckled. "We leave you alone for five minutes and you flirt your way into an outfit and even get a drive with the guy."

The brunette grinned smugly. "Well, Sammy, when you look like this," she pointed to her body, "men just can't help but throw yourselves at your feet." as she said this, Sam couldn't help but notice that her eyes lingered on Dean for a moment then went back on him. "Now then," the woman declared. "are we going or not?"

AFTER MUCH bickering (mainly between Dean and Eirene) the trio of hunters had finally made it to the warehouse of which Sam was the most grateful for. They entered the warehouse and while shaking their badges to the security guard who only nodded before he let them all in. They walked among the plane wreckage; Dean suddenly pulled out a device and puts earbuds in his ears.

Sam and Eirene (notably Sam) looked to each other in confusion. "What is that?" he asked his brother who was still walking around, the device in hand.

Dean looked over to his brother before holding it up in his hand higher as if that would answer his question. "It's an EMF meter. Reads electromagnetic frequencies."

"Yeah, I know what an EMF meter is." Sam defended brashly, slightly insulted at his brother's lack of confidence in his knowledge when all three of them knew that Sam was the smart one.

"He just means why does that one look like a busted — up walkman?" Eirene asked as she peered to the now identified EMF reader in his jewelled hand.

"'Cause that's what I made it out of. It's homemade." Dean replied, grinning.

"Yeah, I can see that." Sam replied with a small smile.

"Homemade? What, do you want a medal or something Winchester?"

Dean's grin immediately disappeared at their words.

Ignoring them, Dean ran 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." he hummed.

Dean scratched at the yellow dust and gets some on his hand, Eirene grimacing slightly. Who knew what that stuff was and Dean was just there casually rubbing his finger in it?

"What is this stuff?"

Sam held up a small bag in his hand. "Only one way to find out." he then scraped some of the yellow dust off into a bag.

Immediately after his actions, they heard the sound of feet crashing and guns cocking. The trio took this as an immediate sign to run for it as they heard the door burst open. Sam took the lead as Dean grabbed Eirene's hand and they all ran until they made it closer to the exit. Now walking much more calmly as the alarm blared in the distance behind them as they got close and closer to the exit. Well, their exit being a tall metal fence that they had to climb over in fancy suits, flat shoes, pencil skirts and ridiculous heels.

Dean peeled off his suit jacket and threw it over the barbed wire at the top of the fence, each brother then climbed over with ease. Eirene tore off her blazer and heels and threw them over the fence before climbing the metal barrier. Dean grabbed Eirene's hands, helping her to the ground. She thanked the man before reaching back and grabbing the discarded blazer and pair of heels, putting them back on her person with a small smile.

"Well, these monkey suits do come in handy." Dean mused whilst gripping the suit in his hands. A small click! broke him out of his thoughts.

"What?" Eirene asked as she had just finished putting her second heel back on her foot. "If you think I'm leaving an outfit this good behind then you are sorely mistaken Winchester."

Dean only shrugged whilst gripping her hand once more before leading them off after Sam.

AFTER THE whole incident at the warehouse, the hunters found themselves back in Jerry's office awaiting some answers.

Jerry peered at the yellow stuff through a microscope; what the microscope saw was relocated  on a screen for them all too see.

"Huh. This stuff is covered in sulfur." he mused.

"You're sure?" Sam asked as he stepped forward, his arms crossed.

Jerry peered to Sam before gesturing to the microscope. "Take a look for yourself."

Before anyone could do anything more, a banging sound came from outside the office door.

Jerry singer in frustration before he looked back to the three stood behind him. "If you fellows will excuse me, I have an idiot to fire.

As Jerry left the room, Dean walked over and peered into the microscope.

Looking up, he spoke to the two still glancing at him. "Hmm. You know, there's not too many things that leave behind a sulfuric residue."

Eirene's eyes widened. "Demonic possession?"

Dean nodded firmly. "It would explain how a mortal man would have the strength to open up an emergency hatch."

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

"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 explained while also being rather confused himself.

"You ever heard of something like this before?" Sam asked his brother, knowing he would have more experience in this kind of stuff than he would.

"Never."

NOT LONG, after their discovery, Sam, Dean and Eirene had thanked Jerry for his service and immediately booked it to motel they were currently staying at. All three of them were in full research mode, with images and articles taped to the walls and strewn across the beds. While Sam was looking at something on the computer, Dean and Eirene were peering into the same book while sitting on the bed (rather too close for either Sam or Eirene's likening, mainly Sam's though).

Sam turned around to face his brother and friend who were now looking up at him, watching him as he spoke. "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."

"Yeah, but none of them describe anything like this." Dean denied as he looked back down to his book.

"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."

Eirene raised her eyebrows in disbelief. "And this one causes plane crashes?"

Dean suddenly got up from the bed and made his way closer to where the computer and his brother sat.

"All right, so, what? We have a demon that's evolved with the times and found a way to ratchet up the body count?"

"Yeah. You know, who knows how many planes it's brought down before this one?" Sam tried to reason.

However, his words only get a snort from Dean as he turns away back to the bed where Eirene was still sat, watching the brothers talk (argue).

"What?"

The older brother sighed. "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."

"Yeah. Me too."

Before another word could be said, Dean's phone rang and the man was quick to answer it.

"Hello?"

"Dean, it's Jerry."

"Oh, hey, Jerry."

"My pilot friend . . . Chuck Lambert is dead."

Dean's eyes widened in surprise, when had this happened. And more importantly, what had happened to cause Chuck's untimely death. "Wha — Jerry, I'm sorry. What happened?

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

"Where'd this happen?"

"About sixty miles west of here, near Nazareth." Jerry answered.

"I'll try to ignore the irony in that." Dean chuckled slightly.

"I'm sorry?"

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

Dean was quick to hang up after this.

Sam looked to his brother in question. "Another crash?"

"Yeah. Let's go." Dean replied as he moved to leave.

"Where?" Eirene questioned as she got up off the bed and put her shoes on.

"Nazareth."

JERRY WAS once again looking through a microscope, peering at the yellow substance.

"Sulfur?"

Jerry nodded, confirming their suspicions.

"Well, that's great. All right, that's two plane crashes involving Chuck Lambert. This demon sounds like it was after him." Dean stated as he looked over to his brother and friend.

"With all due respect to Chuck, if that's the case, that would be the good news."

"Right, and what's the bad news?" Eirene asked as she crossed her arms over her chest.

"Chuck's plane went down exactly forty minutes into flight. And get this, so did flight 2485." Sam began to explain.

Jerry looked confused. "Forty minutes? What does that mean?"

"It's biblical numerology. You know Noah's ark, it rained for forty days. The number means death." Dean answered while Sam and Eirene peered to each other in slight shock that Dean knew this.

"Well, I went back, and there have been six plane crashes over the last decade that all went down exactly forty minutes in."

"Any survivors?"

"No. Or not until now, at least, not until flight 2485, for some reason. On the cockpit voice recorder, remember what the EVP Said?"

"'No survivors.'" Eirene muttered. This was one really messed up case for sure.

Dean thought for a second before looking to the brunette, realising they had come to the same conclusion. She nodded for him to continue.

"It's going after all the survivors. It's trying to finish the job."

DEAN WAS in the drivers seat as usual as Sam was on the phone and Eirene in the back listening to the two.

"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 spoke before he hung the phone up.

"All right. That takes care of Blaine Sanderson and Dennis Holloway. They're not flying anytime soon."

"So our only wildcard is the flight attendant Amanda Walker." Dean added as he peered to the other row in the car.

"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, this is a five — hour drive, man, even with you behind the wheel." Eirene stated from the back seat. Dean only signed and folder to call Amanda's cell again.

Eiren's face scrunched up. "Dean, I already left her three voice messages. She must have turned her cellphone off. It's clear she doesn't want to answer."

Realisation overtook Sam's face as he spoke, "God, we're never gonna make it."

"We'll make it." Dean confirmed with a heavy set face.

ALL THREE of them were quick to rush into the airport and check the Departure board.

Not long after they had begun searching, Sam spotted it. "Right there. They're boarding in thirty minutes."

"Okay." Dean nodded. "We still have some cards to play. We need to find a phone."

Dean looked around before he found what he was looking for. He was quick to rush over and pick up a courtesy phone.

"Airport Services." the voice on the other line said.

"Hi. Gate thirteen."

"Who are you calling, sir?"

"I'm trying to contact an Amanda Walker. She's a flight attendant on flight, um . . . flight 4 — 2 — 4."

Not long after, a feminine voice greeted the phone. "This is Amanda Walker."

Dean looked over to Eirene who beckoned him to hurry up. "Miss Walker. Hi, this is Dr. James Hetfield from St. Francis Memorial Hospital. We have a Karen Walker here."

Amanda froze in shock, clearly this person had to be lying right?" "Karen?"

"Yeah," the man chuckled slightly. "nothing serious, just a minor car accident, but she was injured, so —"

"— Wa — wait, that's impossible. I literally just got off the phone with her."

Dean paused, knowing he was caught. He looked up to the brunette for help but she couldn't do anything as she hadn't heard a word of the call, at least on the other side.

"You what?"

"Yeah, only five minutes ago. She's at her house, cramming for a final. Who is this?"

Dean panicked slightly, not knowing how to get out of this one. "Uh, well . . . there must be some mistake." he tried to reason.

"And how would you even know I was here?" she asked wearily, albeit rather suspiciously.

Sam and Eirene looked to each other in slight annoyance, noticing that Dean wasn't handling this situation very well. They both moved close in order to fry and hear what Amanda was saying.

Amanda sighed ok the other end, be long rather frustrated. "Is this one of Vince's friends?"

The man looked up to see Sam and Eirene nodding frantically at him as they could now hear both sides of the call. "Guilty as charged." he laughed, trying to play it off cool.

"Wow. This is unbelievable." Amanda scowled, more angry than ever.

"He's really sorry." Dean said as had a faux apologetic look on his face even if the girl couldn't see it.

Amanda didn't seem to care however. "Well, you tell him to mind his own business and stay out of my life, okay?"

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

"— No, I'm sorry. It's too late."

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

"Really?"

"Oh, yeah."

"Look, I've got to go. Um . . . tell him to call me when I land." Amanda said as she hung up the phone, now not thinking much of the strange phone call.

"No, no. Wait, Amanda. Amanda!" Dean sighs and hangs up the phone as well, annoyed.

"Well," Eirene's voice broke him out of his daze. "I have to say you handled that rather well Winchester. I don't think either of us could've done as a good of a job as you just did."

Dean glared at her slightly but ignored her words as the three of them began to come up with another plan. However, they left unsuccessful until Sam spoke.

"All right, it's time for plan B. We're getting on that plane." he decided as he looked to Dean and Eirene stood next to each other.

The older brother immediately looked to Sam with wide — eyes, surely he must of heard wrong, right? He sure hoped so. "Whoa, whoa, now just hold on a second." Dean tried with his hand raised up in front of him.

"Dean, that plane is leaving with over a hundred passengers on board, and if we're right, that plane is gonna crash." Sam tried to reason, the lives of all of the passengers at the forefront of his mind.

"I know." Dean sunk backwards into himself at the words of his brother.

"Okay." he nodded. "So we're getting on the plane, we need to find that demon and exorcise it. I'll get the tickets. You and Eirene get whatever you can out of the trunk. Anything that will make it through the security. Meet me back here in five minutes." he commanded.

Sam had just began to leave as well as Eirene before they noticed the look on the shorter man's face. All colour had been washed from his face as his expression dulled.

"Are you okay?" Sam hesitantly asked.

Dean shook his head firmly. "No, not really."

"Why, what's wrong," Eirene asked him rather softly compared to her usual tone with the man.

Dean looked from Sam to Eirene with an anxious gaze. "Well, I kind of have this problem with, uh . . ."

"Flying?" the shaggy — haired man guessed.

"You've never said anything." Eirene pondered.

He nodded once more. "It's never really been an issue until now."

Eirene scoffed aloud, unable to believe his words. "You're scared of flying? Dean Winchester, scared of flying? That's ridiculous."

Sam, agreeing with his friend, spoke up next. "You're joking, right?"

"Do I look like I'm joking?" Dean asked with his hands now leaving his sides. "Why do you think I drive everywhere, Sam?

Sam breathed out a little as he gave Dean a once over. "All right. Uh, we'll go." he said, motioning to him and Eirene who nodded in affirmation.

"What?" the hunter barely managed to get out.

"Yeah he's right. We'll do this one on our own and you can meet us back at the motel when we're finished, no harm done."

Dean looked to Eirene with worried eyes, there was no way he going to let her go with just Sam (not that he didn't trust his own brother or the fact that she couldn't look after herself of course). "What are you, nuts? You said it yourself, the plane's gonna crash."

Sam looked to his brother with his usual puppy dog eyes. "Dean, we can do it together, or we do this one by ourselves. I'm not seeing a third option, here."

Dean looked from Sam to Eirene with extreme hesitance. "Come on! Really? Man . . ."

NOT LONG after Dean's decision to join the other two on the plane, they had found some seats. Sam had chosen to sit by himself while Dean and Eirene sat in front of him, Dean being in the aisle seat as he didn't want to see the view of the outside from the height they were at.

"Just try to relax." Sam tried as he leaned forward in his seat.

Dean glared at his brother however he didn't turn around, not wanting to move any more than he had to. "Just try to shut up."

The plane finally took off making Dean jump at every rumble and sound it made as Sam just smirked from behind him.

THE SOUND of humming brought Sam out of his quiet gaze out the plane window making him look over to where the two were sitting in front of him.

"You're humming Metallica?" he asked, laughing a little.

Dean was quick to defend himself. "What? It calms me down. You got a problem with that college boy?"

Sam only sighed before getting back to the task at hand. "Look, man, I get you're nervous, all right? But you got to stay focused."

"Okay." Dean muttered as he felt the brunette grab his hand softly. Looking down, he smiled warmly at her not being used to her soft side. However, he decided he liked it very much.

"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."

Eirene looked back to Sam with a frown. "Yeah, on a crowded plane. Like that's gonna be easy."

"Just take it one step at a time, all right? Now, who is it possessing?" Sam reassured, ever the calm one.

"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."

"You mean like you?" Eirene asked as Dean just dismissed it.

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

Dean didn't reply as he spotted a flight attendant.

"Hi, excuse me. Are you Amanda?"

The woman furrowed her eyebrows in confusion. "No, I'm not." she simply denied.

"Oh, my mistake. Sorry to bother you."

"Mmhm."

Dean then glanced over to the back of the plane, figuring that Amanda must be back there.

"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."

"What if she's already possessed?" Eirene intrigued as she looked to the man sitting to her right.

"There's ways to test that." was his reply as he brought out a Virgin Mary — shaped bottle of water from his bag.

"I brought holy water." he added as he shook the bottle in his hands with a proud grin on his face.

"No." Sam denied with a harsh look on his face, ultimately being done with his brother. He snatched the bottle out of his hand and tucked it inside his hoodie. "There's more subtle ways we can go about this. If she's possessed, she'll flinch at the name of God."

"Oh. Nice."

Dean then turned to go.

"Hey." Sam interrupted, halting him in his steps.

"What?"

"Say it in Latin." Sam added.

"I know."

Dean then turned to leave once more but was stopped again.

"Okay. Hey!"

Dean looked at him with an annoyed glare, no doubt regretting coming with the two on this hunting trip, "What?!"

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

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

Sam leaned back slightly, surprised by his outburst. "Yeah, I know."

The pair watched Dean walk away and as soon as he was out of sight, Sam leaned forward even more so he could talk to the brunette. Eirene attempted to ignore the man but as a quiet creak! sound flitted through the air from his seat moving too much, she turned towards him. "Do you need something, Sam? Or do you just enjoy annoying me endlessly?"

Sam didn't say or do anything except raise his eyebrows rather suggestively and then gestured his head to the direction Dean had gone in. Eirene was not amused.

"Maybe you should go help him? Maybe you could hold his hand again too." he teased, a grin forming on his face once he saw the reaction he was getting out of the girl.

Eirene scowled as she turned back to face Sam once more. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"It means, you like him don't you?"

Eirene didn't say anything.

"C'mon," he joked once more as he hit her arm playfully through the gap in the seats. "you can admit it, it's just us. It's a safe space." he gestures to the plane around them.

"Oh shut up. You sound like my therapist." and with that, she pushed his face backwards all the way back to his seat so his whole body collided harshly against the leather eliciting a grunt from the man. "Annoying."

No more words were spared between the two friends except the occasional sly glance or harsh stare.

"All right, well, she's got to be the most well —adjusted person on the planet." Dean declared as he sat back down in his seat, quickly fastening his seatbelt as he did so, no doubt glad to be back in the safety of the leather confines. He was also quick to grab the woman next next to him's hand once more, gripping it tightly. Noticing this, Sam let out a quick snicker but covered it up with a cough.

Eirene only rolled her eyes at her friend's antics. "Nice save Winchester." she muttered under her breath which Dean failed to hear.

The brother in mention ignored her words before questioning the man. "And you said 'Christo'?"

"Yeah."

"Did you say it right?" Eirene asked further, only annoying the man even more.

"Yes!"

"And?"

"There's no demon in her. There's no demon getting in her."

"So, if it's on the plane, it can be anyone. Anywhere." Dean added, confirming their silent suspicions.

The plane then suddenly shook making the grip on Eirene's hand tighten slightly.

"Come on! That can't be normal!"

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

"Sam, this plane is going to crash, okay? So quit treating me like I'm friggin' four." he commanded as he anxiously looked around the plane.

"You need to calm down."

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

"Yes, you can."

"Dude, stow the touchy — feely, self — help yoga crap, it's not helping."

"Listen, if you're panicked, you're wide open to demonic possession, so you need to calm yourself down. Right now." Eirene muttered quietly to him as she looked him in the eyes softly.

Dean took in a long and slow breath as he tried to calm himself.

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

"What do we have to do?"

"It's two parts. The first part expels the demon from the victim's body. It makes it manifest, which actually makes it more powerful." Sam explained to the two.

"I'm sorry, did you just say more powerful?" the brunette asked.

"Yeah." Sam confirmed.

"Fantastic." Eirene grumbled out, adjusting in her seat slightly.

"How?"

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

"Oh. And why is that a good thing?"

"Well, because the second part sends the bastard back to hell once and for all." Sam replied with a small grin on his face.

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

The trio all got up and started walking down the aisle as Dean held his homemade EMF meter out in his hand, attracting some odd looks but no readings. Sam suddenly clapped him on the shoulder, making the man jump slightly.

"Ah! What the hell is wrong with you? Don't do that!"

Sam just ignored his words. "Anything?"

Dean sighed as he glared at his brother but replied anyway. "No, nothing. How much time we got?

"Fifteen minutes." Eirene answered as she looked down to her wristwatch placed firmly on her right wrist. "I mean, maybe we missed somebody. This plane does have a lot of people on it."

"Maybe the thing's just not on the plane." Dean said, trying to be optimistic but also wanting to get the hell off this plane.

Sam and Eirene shared an identical look. "You believe that?"

"Well, I will if you will."

Dean didn't get a chance to reply as he looked down as the EMF meter spikes. The Copilot having just exited the bathroom, headed towards the cockpit.

"What? What is it?"

"'Christo.'"

The Copilot turned slowly to face them, his eyes as black as the night sky outside.

"Oh you've got to be kidding me." Eirene sighed out as they all turned to look at each other.

The Copilot doesn't do anything except enter the cockpit.

AFTER THEIR most recent discovery, the three of them all head back towards the back of the plane where they would find Amanda.

"You know she's not gonna believe this. She already thinks your mad." Eirene said as she hit Dean on the chest.

"Twelve minutes, Ei. I don't really feel like dying today and I don't think you do either so convincing this flight attendant is the best chance we've got."

Amanda turned around as she saw the three of turn stood behind her. "Oh, hi. Flight's not too bumpy for you, I hope."

"Actually, that's kind of what we need to talk to you about." was Dean's reply as Sam closed the curtain making sure nobody could see or interrupt them.

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

"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."

"We know you were on flight 2485, Amanda." Eirene spoke as she gave the woman a sympathetic gaze making the blonde's smile face instantly, now being replaced with a rather firm expression.

"All right, just who are you all exactly?"

Sam ignored her question as he continued. "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's right, 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 —" Amanda began but was cut of by Dean as she tried to walk past him.

"— 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."

Amanda looked crestfallen as she took in the news that had just been delivered to her. "Wait. What? What, Chuck is dead?"

Since neither Sam nor Dean said anything Eirene once again took it in to her own hands to answer. "He died in a plane crash. Now, that's two plane crashes in two months. That doesn't strike you as strange?"

Amanda said nothing as she stared at them, mouth agape yet no words forming.

"Look, there was something wrong with 2485. Now maybe you sensed it, maybe you didn't. But there's something wrong with this flight, too." Sam added as he looked to the blonde once more.

"Amanda, you have to believe us."

"On . . . on 2485, there was this man. He . . . had these eyes." Amanda shakily revealed. Now they were getting somewhere.

"Yes. That's exactly what we're talking about." the younger brother confirmed.

"I don't understand, what are you asking me to do?"

"Okay. The copilot, we need you to bring him back here." she asked.

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

"Don't have time to explain. We just need to talk to him. Okay?"

"How am I supposed to go in the cockpit and get the copilot —?"

"— Do whatever it takes. Tell him there's something broken back here, whatever will get him out of that cockpit."

"Do you know that I could lose my job if you —?"

"— Okay, well you're gonna lose a lot more if you don't help us out." Dean replied rather harshly.

Amanda hesitated but complied anyway. "Okay."

Amanda left and headed straight to the cockpit. She knocked on the door and said something inaudible to the copilot, who then followed her back. Sam got ready and pulled the holy water out of his jacket pocket, handing it to Eirene as Dean pulled out John's journal and handed it to Sam who opened it on the corresponding page.

"Yeah, what's the problem?" he questioned as he peered the three up and down.

Dean didn't waste a second before he punched the poor man in the face, knocking him down. He then pinned him down and put duct tape firmly over his mouth.

"Wait. What are you doing? You said you were just gonna talk to him." Amanda cried as she watched the scene in front of her.

"We are gonna talk to him." Dean replied as he looked back up to her then to Eirene, motioning for her to do it. The brunette nodded and rushed over, splashing the holy water over his skin which in turn created a loud sizzling effect as she screamed in pain.

"Oh, my god. What's wrong with him?" she asked, clearly confused.

"Look. We need you calm. We need you outside the curtain. Sam instructed as he found the correct place in the page to start chanting from.

"Well, I don't understand — I don't know —"

"— Don't let anybody in, okay? Can you do that? Can you do that? Amanda?"

The blonde nodded slightly before she let any words leave her mouth. "Okay. Okay."

Amanda then turned to leave, doing as he said.

"Hurry up, Sam. I don't know how much longer we can hold him." Eirene demanded as she and Dean were struggling to hold down the man. He sure was putting up one hell of a fight.

"Regna terrae, cantate Deo, psallite Domino —" Sam began to chant but was interrupted as the Demon broke free briefly hit both Dean and Eirene away fork him. However, the pair manage to pin him down him once more, desperately holding him to the ground. Sam was quick to pick up where he previously left off. The Demon knocked both of the hunters off of him again and pulled the tape off his mouth with no hesitance. As Eirene had thought beforehand, this demon sure was giving up a fight.

The demon then grabbed Sam by the collar, dragging him closer to him with his grip. "— I know what happened to your girlfriend! She must have died screaming! Even now, she's burning!"

The brunette was quick to recover and sat up once more and ran over to where the demon still had Sam pinned. The woman grabbed his shoulder and pulled him backwards to throw him on the floor before restraining him once more. Noticing that his brother wasn't doing anything, Dean called out to his brother.

"Sam! Hurry up! Do it, do it now!"

Sam broke out of whatever broken gaze he was in and began to read once more. He didn't stop until the demon exited the copilot's body and disappeared hurriedly into the vent above them.

Sam let out a huff as he looked around the plane. "Where'd it go?"

"It's in the plane. Hurry up. We got to finish it." Dean ordered as they all stood up but were quickly pushed back down as the plane suddenly dipped and heaved violently. Sam struggled to retrieve the book that had been kicked aside by the demon as Dean was at the front of the plane attempting to pull up a lever to make the plane regain its flight.

"Pull up!" Eirene screamed towards him as she was holding onto a door handle for dear life.

"I am pulling up! I'm sorry if my plane driving skills aren't good enough for you Blackwell!" Dean yelled back, knowing it was hard for each other to hear the other person with all of the noises going on in the background.

Eirene rolled her eyes and stalked towards him, shakily, she let go off the handle she was so tightly gripping onto and wrapped her hands around his to pull the lever up even more.

Eventually, Sam managed to grab the book and read the rest of the exorcism. A bright electrical charge suddenly ran through the entire plane, which in turn made the plane level out. Eirene and Dean fell backwards onto the ground with a loud thud. The brunette looked up noticing that the man was in fact on top of her making him grin and Eirene scowl at him. "Well, I must say I like this position." was all he said as the woman glared at him even more and pushed him off of her with a disgusted look on her face.

EVERYONE HAD safely gotten off of the plane and many people were calling their loved ones about the events that had just occurred while Amanda was talking to the FBI. The three hunters were stood from afar as they watched Amanda turn to them with a small smile as she mouthed a quick 'thank you'.

"Let's get out of here." Dean requested, more eager than ever to leave the dreaded airport.

"I bet you're glad to be out of that place huh, Winchester?" Eirene joked as she watched the man turn to her with a small frown on his face.

"Joke about it all you want Blackwell but just so you know I am never getting on another plane, ever."

"Yeah alright." Eirene smiled.

"Hey, Sam, you okay?" Dean asked as he noticed the solemn gaze on his face. He had looked like that ever since the demon had brought up Jessica.

Sam suddenly stopped and turned to the two.

"Dean, it knew about Jessica. How could it know about that?"

Dean and Eirene looked to each other in sympathy, feeling bad for the man. "Sam, these things, they, they read minds. They lie. All right? That's all it was."

Sam nodded obediently. "Yeah."

"Come on."

"NOBODY KNOWS what you guys did, but I do. A lot of people could have been killed." Jerry began as he stared at the hunters in gratitude.

JERRY shook all of their hands as he looked to the brothers. "Your dad's gonna be real proud."

The youngest brother thought it over slightly but decide not to say anything overall. "We'll see you around, Jerry."

They all began to walk off back to the car before Dean stopped and turned back to Jerry in slight apprehension. "You know, Jerry."

The man looked confused. "Yeah."

"I meant to ask you, how did you get my cellphone number, anyway? I've only had it for like six months."

"Your dad gave it to me." Jerry replied.

"What?" Sam asked, having walked back after noticing his brother wasn't with him and Eirene.

"When did you talk to him?" Dean questioned in utter shock. When had this happened?

"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 thanked them once more before leaving the two brothers stood there in confusion.

"THIS DOESN'T make any sense, man. I've called Dad's number like fifty times. It's been out of service."

Dean pulled out his phone and was quick to dial a number. As the voice message began, he turned it speaker so both Sam and Eirene could hear it too.

"This is John Winchester. I can't be reached. If this is an emergency, call my son, Dean. 785 — 555 — 0179. He can help."

Neither brother said anything as Sam looked none to happy, walking away from Dean and Eirene to his seat in the car. Slamming the door shut as he did so in anger. The pair still stood outside reluctantly  follows, not looking forward to being in the car with Sam who looked like he was going to burst at any moment now.