𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝙷𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛[𝙳.𝚆]

018

I take in the wreckage of the plane, or what's left of it at least. There's only parts of the plane that were salvaged from the crash, and put in certain places to try and replicate what the plane looked like before.

"What is that?" I look at Sam to see what he's talking about. My eyes follow his, to the Walkman in Dean's hands. Dean glances back at us once he puts an earbud in.

"It's an EMF meter. It reads electromagnetic frequencies." Dean answers as he walks.

"Yeah, I know what an EMF meter is, but why does that one look like a busted up Walkman?" Sam asks sarcastically. We stop walking and Dean turns to us fully.

"'Cause that's what I made it out of. It's homemade." Dean shakes the Walkman with a proud smile.

"I think it's cute." I reassure him with a shrug. Dean furrows his brows, looking slightly offended before turning around and continuing forward. I hold back a laugh and move towards one of the many tables that have plane parts.

"Are you getting anything outta that Walkman?" I ask him, peering down at a box, looking for anything that stands out.

"Nada." Dean answers. I huff loudly, moving towards another table.

I could've been more helpful if I had my own hunting gear. Like all my fake IDs, all my weapons, including my bat, my music, or even my car. Well, maybe my car and music wouldn't have helped, but it makes me realize how much I miss my old things.

"Check out the emergency door handle." Dean calls out. I walk up next to him and inspect the handle he was talking about with furrowed brows.

"What is this stuff?" Dean asks, scratching at the residue that's on it. I shrug in response.

"One way to find out." Sam says from the other side of me, pulling out his pocket knife. I feel Dean rub his hand on my shoulder and I slowly turn my head towards it.

"You did not just rub that stuff on me." I move my gaze to his eyes and he smiles innocently.

"I don't know what you're talking about." Dean shrugs. I narrow my eyes and punch him roughly in the arm, but he just laughs lightly.

"You're a pain in my ass." I grumble.

"Would you two stop acting like little kids." Sam hisses.

"Oh, whoa, whoa, you shouldn't be talking, Sam. We bringing that back to Jerry?" I ask him, pointing towards the little plastic baggie in his hand that now has the residue.

"Yeah. We can run some-" Sam stops mid sentence when I raise my hand up. The once distant sound of pounding footsteps gets louder so I point towards the exit.

"We should probably leave. Like, now." I tell them as I'm walking at a fast pace towards the exit, the boys following me.

Once we step outside the exit doors, we stop and I peek my head around the building to check for nearby security. When I don't see any, I start walking again. That's when the alarms go off.

"Shit." I mutter, the three of us fast walking the rest of the way to the gate. I watch with a glare as Sam and Dean climb over the gate quickly.

"How am I supposed to do that in heels!" I hiss, still on the other side of the gate. My heart beats rapidly as I watch them glance at each other.

"Just take 'em off. Hurry!" Sam rushes out. I groan, taking off my heels and throwing them over, one of them nearly hitting Dean if he hadn't jumped back.