Phantom Traveler

~AIRPORT ~

A plane taking off is heard as very nervous man in a suit, George Phelps, sits up. Phelps checks his ticket and enters the bathroom.

"Thank you for flying United Britannia Airlines." The voice can be heard over the intercom.

In the bathroom Phelps is leaning over the sink, splashing water on his face. A second man comes out of the stall area and dries his hands.

"Nervous flyer?" The man asks.

"It's that obvious, huh?" Phelps replies.

"You know, what are the odds of dying in a plane crash? I mean, what? Twenty thousand to one?" The man says before leaving.

Phelps watches him go and says "Wow.That's, uh, really reassuring. Thank you."

Above his head, a cloud of black particles exits a vent, swirls around his head, and enters his eyes.

Meanwhile, on the the plane

The Pilot,Chuck, turns and addresses a flight attendant, Amanda.

"Amanda, how are you today?" Chuck asks.

"I'm doing just fine, Chuck." She says before addressing passenger. "Welcome aboard. 15C towards the back of the plane, on the right."

The passenger thanks her.

Amanda returns her attention to the next passenger Phelps.

"Have a nice flight, sir." She says.

Phelps turns, and Amanda see that his eyes are completely black, even the whites.

"Oh, I'm counting on it." He says.

Amanda blinks several times, watching Phelps, and shakes her head.

"Um...uh, 11F, that's the middle of the plane, on the left." She continues.

"In just a few minutes our flight crew will begin room service in the cabin." The copilots' voice can be heard.

Phelps turns to his seatmate, a woman and ask "Excuse me. Do you know how long we've been up?"

The woman checks her watch "Oh, uh about forty minutes."

"Wow. Time really does fly, huh? Excuse me. I've got to stretch my legs."

He gets up, squeezes past the woman, and heads to the back of the plane. When he reaches the rear exit, he grasps the release handle. A young man in an aisle seat notices him.

"Hey, what the hell are you doing?!" He questions.

Phelps turns to look at him, eyes black again, then rips the door open. He goes flying out the window, the door flies off tearing half a wing off the plane, and the plane goes down. Amanda struggles to get to a seat and place an oxygen mask on her face as the plane is filled with screams of terror.

~MOTEL ROOM~

Dean is asleep on his stomach as the door opens and he 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 says.

"What time is it?" Dean asks.

"Uh, it's about five forty-five."

"In the morning?"

"Yep."

"Where does the day go?" Dean asks sitting up. "Did you get any sleep last night?"

"Yeah, I grabbed a couple hours." Sam replies.

"Liar. 'Cause I was up at three, and you were watching a George Foreman infomercial."

"Hey, what can I say? It's riveting TV." Sam defends.

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

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

"Yeah, it is."

"Look, I appreciate your concern..." Sam begins to say but is cut off by his brother.

"Oh, I'm not concerned about you. It's your job to keep my ass alive, so I need you sharp.Seriously, are you still having nightmares about Jess?"

Sam crosses the room, sits on the other bed, and hands a coffee to Dean. "Yeah. But it's not just her. It's everything. I just forgot, you know? This job. Man, it gets to you."

"You can't let it. You can't bring it home like that." Dean tells him sipping his coffee.

"So, what? All this it...never keeps you up at night?"

Dean shakes his head.

"Never? You're never afraid?"

"No, not really." Dean replies.

Sam reaches under Dean's pillow to pull out a large hunting knife and holds it up as evidence.

Dean takes back the knife "That's not fear. That is precaution."

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

The conversation is cut by the ringing of a phone, Deans'.

"Hello?" He says answering it.

"Dean, it's, uh, it's Jerry Panowski. You and your dad helped me out a couple years back." The voice of a man can be heard say.

"Oh, right, yeah. Up in Kittanning, Pennsylvania, the poltergeist thing. It's not back, is it?" He recollects.

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

"What is it?"

"Can we talk in person?"

Dean eyes Sam who eyes back.

"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." The man, Jerry says as he leads the brothers through a building.

"Yeah, he told me. It was a poltergeist?" Sam asks.

"Poltergeist? Man, I loved that movie." A worker claims.

"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?"

"Yeah, I was. I'm—taking some time off."

"Well, he was real proud of you. I could tell. He talked about you all the time."

"He did?" Sam asks in surprise.

"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?"

"He's, um, wrapped up in a job right now." Dean jumps in.

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

Dean laughs, while Sam disagrees "No, not by a long shot."

"Oh how's your daughter going. It's been a while since I last saw her." Jerry tells them.

Dean smiles, thinking of his daughter who is still with Bobby. "She's great, staying with a family member for a few days"

Jerry nods before his expression turns serious "I got something I want you guys to hear."

The three men are seated in Jerry's office.

"I listened to this. And, well, it sounded like it was up your alley." He tells them putting a CD in a drive.

"Normally I wouldn't have access to this. It's the cockpit voice recorder for United Britannia flight 2485. It was one of ours." Jerry continues before the recording begins.

'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 voice says before a loud whooshing sound is heard.

"Took off from here, crashed about two hundred miles south. Now, they're saying mechanical failure. Cabin depressurized somehow. Nobody knows why. Over a hundred people on board. Only seven got out alive. Pilot was one. His name is Chuck Lambert. He's a good friend of mine. Chuck is, uh...well, he's pretty broken up about it. Like it was his fault." Jerry informs them.

"You don't think it was?" Sam wonders.

"No, I don't."

Jerry, we're gonna need passenger manifests, um, a list of survivors." Sam asks to which Jerry agrees.

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

"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 "No problem."

Sam is waiting by the car outside a Copy Jack. As his brother exits smirking at an attractive woman who enters.

"You've been in there forever." Sam says to Dean who holds up two IDs.

"You can't rush perfection." He claims.

"Homeland Security?" Sam reads taking one of the IDs. "That's pretty illegal, even for us."

"Yeah, well, it's something new. You know? People haven't seen it a thousand times."

"All right, so, what do you got?" Dean asks as they enter the impala.

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

"Yeah?"

"Listen."

Sam then begins to plays the tape, which has been edited to pull out a scratchy voice.

"No survivors!"

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

"Got me."

"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." The younger Winchester states.

"Mm-hmm."

"Or remember flight 401?"

Dean recounts "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. Maybe we got a similar deal." Sam wonders.

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

"Third on the list: Max Jaffey."

"Why him?" Dean questions his brother.

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

"What makes you say that?"

"Well, I spoke to his mother and she told me where to find him." Sam says.

~RIVERFRONT PSYCHIATRIC HOSPITAL~

The Impala is parked in front of the gate to a building with a sign out front reading Riverfront Psychiatric Hospital. Sam and Dean are in the car getting ready to interview the first survivor.

"By the way Bobby called while you were in the Copy Jack. Said Jules wanted to talk to you." Sam informs his brother.

"Yeah I'll give him a call later." He dismisses.

Sam looks at his brother in disbelief. Usually he would jump at the chance to talk to his daughter.

"You okay man?"

Dean just nods and gets out of the car cutting the conversation short as the two walking into the building.

A young man, Max is walking with a cane between the brothers in the garden.

"I don't understand. I already spoke with Homeland Security." He says confused.

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

"Just before the plane went down, did you notice anything...unusual?" Dean asks.

"Like what?"

"Strange lights, weird noises, maybe. Voices."

"No, nothing."

"Mr. Joffey" Dean starts but is cut off.

"Jaffey."

"Jaffey. You checked yourself in here, right?"

Max nods and Dean continues.

"Can I ask why?"

"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 pales "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."

"No. No, I was...delusional. Seeing things." Max tries to tell himself.

Dean mocks him "He was seeing things."

"It's okay. Then just tell us what you thought you saw, please." Sam joins the conversation.

"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?" Sam asks.

"What are you, nuts?" Max says outraged. "He was a passenger. He was sitting right in front of me."

The Impala pulls up in front of a house.

"So here we are. George Phelps, seat 20C." Sam says checking the address.

"Hmm. Man, I don't care how strong you are." Dean says getting out of the car. "Even yoked up on PCP or something, no way you can open up an emergency door during a flight."

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

"Does that look like a creature's lair to you?"

Sam turns to look at the perfectly ordinary house.

Inside the house Dean and Sam sit across from Mrs. Phelps. Sam is looking at a framed photograph.

"This is your late husband?" He asks.

"Yes, that was my George." The elder woman replies.

"And you said he was a...dentist?" Dean wonders.

"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..."

"How long were you married?"

"Thirteen years."

"In all that time, did you ever notice anything...strange about him, anything out of the ordinary?" Sam questions the woman.

"Well...uh, he had acid reflux, if that's what you mean."

Dean and Sam looks at each other before cutting the conversation and politely leaving.

"I mean it goes without saying. It just doesn't make any sense." Sam says as they walk back to the car.

"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 tells him.

"Okay. But if we're gonna go that route, we'd better look the part."

The brothers exit a store, "MORT'S for style", wearing crisp black suits with white shirts.

"Man, I look like one of the Blues Brothers." Dean says looking uncomfortable.

"No, you don't. You look more like a...seventh-grader at his first dance." Sam mocks his brother.

Dean looks down at himself. "I hate this thing."

"Hey. You want into that warehouse or not?"

Dean doesn't respond just starts the Impala, Sam already sitting shotgun.

~NTSB STORAGE WAREHOUSE ~

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.

"It's an EMF meter. Reads electromagnetic frequencies."

"Yeah, I know what an EMF meter is, but why does that one look like a busted-up walkman?"

Dean grins. "Cause that's what I made it out of. It's homemade."

"Yeah, I can see that."

The older man's grin disappears.

He 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?"

"One way to find out." Sam scrapes some of the yellow dust off into a bag.

Meanwhile, at the security desk two men in black suits approach and show their badges.

"Homeland Security? What, one team of you guys isn't enough?" The security guard says.

"What are you talking about?" The agent questions.

"Two of your buddies went inside not five minutes ago."

Back in the warehouse the guys hear and footsteps in the hall and immediately know they need to leave. The agents and several security guards bust in, guns drawn, and search but find nothing.

Sam and Dean peer around a corner and walk out casually as 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. He grabs the jacket.

"Well, these monkey suits do come in handy." He says as they run off.

~AIRPORT ~

The pilot from before, Chuck is sitting nervously in a chair. His copilot is giving him a pep talk.

"Listen, Chuck. It's like getting back on a horse. Only in this case, a little twin engine. Not even a horse, more like a pony. I'll be right there with you too. Anytime you feel like you don't want the wheel, I'll take over. Look, Chuck, we don't have to do this today. I'm not trying to rush you." The man says.

"No, the...the waiting is worse." Chuck says.

The Copilot glances over his shoulder and says "Okay, they're filling up the tank. Then we go."

The man gets up and leaves as Chuck takes a drink of coffee. Behind him, a cloud of black particles exits a vent and rushes into his eyes.

~JERRY'S OFFICE~

Jerry looks at the yellow stuff through a microscope; what the microscope sees is replicated on a screen.

"Huh. This stuff is covered in sulfur." He says in amazement.

"You're sure?" Sam questions.

"Take a look for yourself."

Banging sounds from outside the office and a man's voice can be heard saying "You effin' piece of crap..."

"If you fellows will excuse me, I have an idiot to fire."

As Jerry leaves, Dean goes over and looks into the microscope.

"Hmm. You know, there's not too many things that leave behind a sulfuric residue." Dean says.

"Demonic possession?"

"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 says.

"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 tells his brother.

"You ever heard of something like this before?" Sam asks.

To which his brother replies. "Never."

~AIRPORT TARMAC~

The Copilot is waiting by a small plane as Chuck, looking cheerful and relaxed, approaches.

"I'm ready. Let's do this." He says.

The other man, confused but just laughs and follows Chuck to the plane.

~IN FLIGHT~

"How you feeling?" The man asks.

"I feel great." Chuck replies.

"You'll be back flying jumbos before you know it."

"I hope so. How long we been up?"

"Uh...almost forty minutes."

"Wow. Time really does fly."

Chuck suddenly dives the plane towards the ground.

"What are you doing?" The copilot screams.

Chuck elbows the man in the face as his turn eyes black.

On the ground below a tractor is trundling by as the plane suddenly appears, crashing into a telephone pole and then the ground.

~MOTEL ROOM~

Dean and Sam 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, while Dean is reading something on one bed while sitting on the other.

"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 says.

"Yeah, but none of them describe anything like this." Dean tells him.

"Well, that's not exactly true. You see according to Japanese beliefs, certain demons are behind certain disasters, both natural and man-made. One causes earthquakes, another causes disease."

"And this one causes plane crashes?" Dean says getting up. "All right, so, what? We have a demon that's evolved with the times and found a way to ratchet up the body count?"

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

Dean snorts, turning away.

"What?" Sam asks his brother.

"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."

Dean's phone rings and he answers it. "Hello?"

"Dean, it's Jerry." The voice on the other end says.

"Oh, hey, Jerry." Dean greets him.

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

"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."

"Where'd this happen?"

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

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

"I'm sorry?"

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

Dean hangs up.

"Another crash?" Sam asks.

"Yeah. Let's go."

"Where?"

"Nazareth." Dean tells him.

The Impala drives past a road sign reading NAZARETH 3. Black smoke is visible in the near distance.

~JERRY'S OFFICE~

Once again Jerry is looking through a microscope.

"Sulfur?" Dean asks.

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 concludes.

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

"What's the bad news?" Dean wonders.

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

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

Dean jumps in. "It's biblical numerology. You know Noah's ark, it rained for forty days. The number means death."

"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?" Sam asks.

"No survivors."

Dean thinks then realizes. "It's going after all the survivors. It's trying to finish the job."

It's night time as Dean is driving. Sam is on the phone.

"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 says on the phone before he hangs 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 states.

"Right. Her sister Karen said her flight leaves Indianapolis at eight pm. It's her first night back on the job." Sam says.

"That sounds like just our luck."

"Dean, this is a five-hour drive, man, even with you behind the wheel."

"Call Amanda's cellphone again, see if we can't head her off at the pass."

"I already left her three voice messages. She must have turned her cellphone off. God, we're never gonna make it."

"We'll make it." Dean says before speeding up.

The men are rushing into the airport and check the Departure board.

"Right there. They're boarding in thirty minutes." Sam says pointing to the board.

"Okay. We still have some cards to play. We need to find a phone." Dean says and picks up a courtesy phone.

"Airport Services." A voice says.

"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." Dean says.

Meanwhile across the airport as woman is waiting to board her plane when the PA system announces.

"Amanda Walker, Amanda Walker, you have a phone call. White courtesy phone, gate thirteen."

She approaches the gate, hearing the announcement and picks up the phone.

"Come on." Dean says impatiently

"This is Amanda Walker." A woman's voice says.

"Miss Walker. Hi, this is Dr. James Hetfield from St. Francis Memorial Hospital. We have a Karen Walker here." Dean lies.

"Karen?"

"Nothing serious, just a minor car accident, but she was injured, so—"

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

Dean pauses. "You what?"

"Five minutes ago. She's at her house, cramming for a final. Who is this?" Amanda asks.

"Uh, well...there must be some mistake."

"And how would you even know I was here?"

Sam goes around Dean to try to hear what's going on.

"Is this one of Vince's friends?" She asks.

Suddenly Dean gets an idea. "Guilty as charged."

"Wow. This is unbelievable."

"He's really sorry."

"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. Really. It's pathetic."

"Really?"

"Oh, yeah."

"Look, I've got to go. Um...tell him to call me when I land."

Amanda hangs up.

"No, no. Wait, Amanda. Amanda!" Dean calls but it's to late Amanda heads for the plane, greeting coworkers.

Above the black cloud comes out of a vent, then goes back in.

"Damn it! So close."

"All right, it's time for plan B. We're getting on that plane." Sam says.

Dean is wide-eyed. "Whoa, whoa, now just hold on a second."

"Dean, that plane is leaving with over a hundred passengers on board, and if we're right, that plane is gonna crash."

"I know."

"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 him.

"No, not really."

"What? What's wrong?"

"Well, I kind of have this problem with, uh..."

"Flying?" Sam wonders.

"It's never really been an issue until now." Dean defends.

"You're joking, right?"

"Do I look like I'm joking? Why do you think I drive everywhere, Sam?"

"All right. Uh, I'll go."

"What?"

"I'll do this one on my own."

"What are you, nuts? You said it yourself, the plane's gonna crash." Dean asks in outrage.

"Dean, we can do it together, or I can do this one by myself. I'm not seeing a third option, here."

"Come on! Really? Man..."

Sighing the brothers split up and Dean goes outside to the car. He opens the trunk, grabs a duffel bag and starts adding in items. Once he is finished he looks up at the sky just as a plane leaves the runway.

The young man has a distant look on his face before taking out his phone and dialing as number. He waits a few seconds but it leads to voicemail.

Taking a breath he starts to speak. "Hey Bobby um...look I know your probably mad right now and you have every right to be but I need you to do me a favor. Can you tell Jules I love her and I'm sorry I haven't called please. Look Bobby I um....I just need her to know in case... " Dean stops himself " Just tell her for me and hopefully we'll see you soon okay. Bye."

Hanging up he closes the trunk before heading back into the airport.

~PLANE~

"Flight attendants, please cross-check doors before departure." The intercom voice says.

Dean is in the aisle seat, anxiously reading the safety card.

"Just try to relax." Sam says.

"Just try to shut up."

The plane takes off, with Dean begins jumping at every rumble and sound while Sam smirks.

A little while later Dean is leaning back, humming to himself. Sam looks over.

"You're humming Metallica?" He asks.

"Calms me down."

"Look, man, I get you're nervous, all right? But you got to stay focused."

"Okay."

"I mean, we got thirty-two minutes and counting to track this thing down, or whoever it's possessing, anyway, and perform a full-on exorcism." Sam tells him.

"Yeah, on a crowded plane. That's gonna be easy."

"Just take it one step at a time, all right? Now, who is it possessing?"

"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 says.

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

"Mm-hm." Dean turns to a flight attendant, who is handing out refreshments. "Excuse me. Are you Amanda?"

"No, I'm not." She says.

"Oh, my mistake." He apologizes.

Dean looks to the back of the plane where the other flight attendant is. "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?"

"There's ways to test that." He goes into his bag and comes out with a Virgin Mary-shaped bottle of water.

"I brought holy water."

"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."

"Oh. Nice." Dean turns to go.

"Hey." Sam calls.

"What?"

"Say it in Latin."

"I know." He says leaving again.

"Okay. Hey!"

"What?!"

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

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

Dean makes his way to the back of the plane, thumping a seat once after the plane shakes.

In the back Amanda is fussing with the drink cart and napkins.

"Hi." Dean says to her.

"Hi. Can I help you with something?" She asks.

"Oh, no. I'm just a bit of an uneasy flier. It makes me feel better to walk around a little bit."

"Oh, it happens to the best of us."

"Of course, you being a stewardess, I guess flying comes easy to you."

Amanda laughs and says. "You'd be surprised."

"Really? You're a nervous flier?" Dean questions.

"Yeah, maybe, little bit."

How is it that, being a stewardess, you're scared to fly?"

"Kind of a long story."

"Right. I'm sorry for asking."

"It's okay."

"You ever consider other employment?"

The woman shakes her head. "No. Look, everybody's scared of something. I just, uh...I'm not gonna let it hold me back."

"Huh."

"So..."

Quietly, under his breath Dean says. "Christo."

"I'm sorry. Did you say something?" Amanda asks.

Dean hesitates. "Christo?"

"I—I didn't, I didn't..."

"Yeah, nothing. Never mind." He dismisses and returns to his seat.

"All right, well, she's got to be the most well-adjusted person on the planet." He tells Sam.

"You said "Christo"?"

"Yeah."

"And?"

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

"So, if it's on the plane, it can be anyone. Anywhere." Sam tells him.

Suddenly the plane shakes which causes the older man the yell. "Come on! That can't be normal!"

"Hey, hey, it's just a little turbulence." Sam tries to calm his brother.

"Sam, this plane is going to crash, okay? So quit treating me like I'm friggin' four."

"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."

Sam tells him. "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."

"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 says.

"More powerful?"

"Yeah."

"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?" Dean wonders.

"Well, because the second part sends the bastard back to hell once and for all."

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

Dean is walking again but this time it's 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." He scorns his little brother

"Anything?"

"No, nothing. How much time we got?"

"Fifteen minutes. Maybe we missed somebody." Sam thinks.

"Maybe the thing's just not on the plane."

"You believe that?"

"Well, I will if you will."

Dean looks down as the EMF meter spikes and turns to see rhe copilot exiting the bathroom and heads towards the cockpit.

"What? What is it?" Sam asks.

"Christo."

The copilot suddenly turns slowly to face them and his eyes are black, before continuing on his way to the cockpit leaving the brothers staring at each other.

They are headed to the back of the plane towards Amanda.

"She's not gonna believe this." Sam says to his brother.

"Twelve minutes, dude."

"Oh, hi. Flight's not too bumpy for you, I hope." The woman greets them .

"Actually, that's kind of what we need to talk to you about." Dean says as Sam closes the curtain.

"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."

"All right, look, we know you were on flight 2485." Sam jumps in.

"Who are you guys?" Amanda demands to know.

"Now, we've spoken to some of the other survivors. We know something brought down that plane and it wasn't a mechanical failure." Sam tells her.

"We need your help because we need to stop it from happening again. Here. Now." Dean says.

"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."

"Wait. What? What, Chuck is dead?"

"He died in a plane crash. Now, that's two plane crashes in two months. That doesn't strike you as strange?"

Before she can speak Sam starts talking.

"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 pleads.

"On...on 2485, there was this man. He...had these eyes." She tells them.

"Yes. That's exactly what we're talking about."

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

"Okay. The copilot, we need you to bring him back here." Dean instructs her.

"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." Sam tells her.

"Do you know that I could lose my job if you—" She begins to says.

"Okay, well you're gonna lose a lot more if you don't help us out."

She hesitates before agreeing and leaves and goes to the cockpit. She knocks on the door and says something to the copilot, who follows her back. Sam pulls out the holy water as Dean pulls out John's journal and hands it to Sam who opens it.

"Yeah, what's the problem?" The copilot asks.

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." Amanda crys.

"We are gonna talk to him." Dean splashes holy water on his skin, which sizzles.

"Oh, my god. What's wrong with him?"

"Look. We need you calm. We need you outside the curtain."

"Well, I don't underst—I don't know—"

"Don't let anybody in, okay? Can you do that? Can you do that? Amanda?" Sam asks her.

"Okay. Okay." She leaves

"Hurry up, Sam. I don't know how much longer I can hold him." Dean says.

"Regna terrae, cantate Deo, psallite Domino—"

Sam begins reciting but is interrupted by the the demon breaking free briefly and hits them both until Dean manages to subdue him again. Sam picks up where he left off as the demon knocks Dean off again and pulls the tape off his mouth. He grabs Sam by the collar.

"I know what happened to your girlfriend! She must have died screaming! Even now, she's burning!" It taunts.

Dean recovers and hits the Denon as Sam sits there, stunned.

"Sam!"

His brothers shout snaps him back and he begins reading again. He puts the book down and helps Dean pin down the demon, who kicks the book up the aisle.

"I got him." Sam says.

The demon exits the copilots body and disappears into a vent.

"Where'd it go?" Sam asks looking around.

"It's in the plane. Hurry up. We got to finish it." Dean says.

The guys stand and make their way to the aisle, when the plane suddenly dips and heaves violently. Sam is on the floor struggles to retrieve the book as Dean splays himself against the exit door, screaming.

Finally he 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 as Dean comes out from behind the curtain and Sam stands up. The brothers share a relived look before getting back into their seats.

~BACK ON THE GROUND~

The passengers 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.

"Sir, can you tell me what happened?" The Agent ask.

"I don't know. I was walking through the airport, then it all goes blank. I don't even remember getting on the plane." The man says.

Not to far away Amanda is being questioned by another agent.

"Anything else?" They asks.

"No, that's all." She says.

She sees Sam and Dean standing across the way and mouths "Thank you". They nod.

"Let's get out of here." Dean says as they head for the exit.

"You okay?" Dean asks.

Sam stops and turns. "Dean, it knew about Jessica."

"Sam, these things, they, they read minds. They lie. All right? That's all it was."

"Yeah."

"Come on."

"Nobody knows what you guys did, but I do. A lot of people could have been killed." Jerry tells them shaking their hands.

"Your dad's gonna be real proud."

"We'll see you around, Jerry." Sam says.

Dean begins to head off but stops and turns back. "You know, Jerry."

"Yeah."

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

"Your dad gave it to me."

"What?" Sam asks.

"When did you talk to him?" Dean asks him.

"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 says before he leaves.

A plane with a red maple leaf on the tail flies overhead as two men sit on their car which is parked on the side of the road.

"This doesn't make any sense, man. I've called Dad's number like fifty times. It's been out of service." Sam says.

Dean dials a number, as the voice message begins, he turns it so Sam can hear too.

The voice of John Winchester can be heard. "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 angrily gets up and gets in the car to which Dean follows.

"So where to now" Sam asks.

"We need to make a stop." Dean replies as he begins to drive off.

"Bobby called you back?"

Dean just shakes his head. "No but I know he's pissed as hell right now."

"You can't blame the man Dean. Look I know what happened at the lake scared you and you want to keep Jules safe ,but you can't just drop her off at Bobby's and disappear. Don't do to her, what dad did to us." Sam informs his brother.

Dean doesn't reply he just raises the voice on the radio and continues driving.