Bound by tragedy and blood to a dangerous, ortherwordly mission, two brothers and a girl travel in mysterious back roads of the country in their '67 Chevy-impala, searching for their missing father and hunting down every evil supernatural force the...
You hear a plane taking off. A 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." You hear the intercom say.
Phelps is leaning over the sink, splashing water on his face. Another man comes out of the stall area and dries his hands. "Nervous flyer?" asks the man. "It's that obvious, huh?" replied Phelps. "You know, what are the odds of dying in a plane crash? I mean, what? Twenty thousand to one?" Phelps watches him go.
"Wow. That's, uh, really reassuring. Thank you." says Phelps.Above his head, a cloud of black particles exits a vent, swirls around his head, and enters his eyes.
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At the plane.
"Thanks."
The pilot, Chuck, turns and addresses a flight attendant. "Amanda, how are you today?" "I'm doing just fine, Chuck." Amanda addresses a passenger. "Welcome aboard. 15C towards the back of the plane, on the right." "Thank you."
Amanda addresses Phelps. "Have a nice flight, sir."
Phelps turns, Amanda see that his eyes are completely black, even the whites. "Oh, I'm counting on it." Amanda blinks several times, watching Phelps and shakes her head.
"Um...uh, 11F, that's the middle of the plane, on... ...the left." "Thank you."
"In just a few minutes our flight crew will begin room service in the cabin..." says the copilot. Phelps turns to his seatmate. "Excuse me. Do you know how long we've been up?" "Oh, uh..."The woman checks her watch. "About forty minutes." "Wow. Time really does fly, huh? Excuse me. I've got to stretch my legs."
Phelps 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, Max Jaffey, notices him. "Hey, what the hell are you doing?!"
Phelps turns to look at Max, 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, after the oxygen masks deploy, to get one over her face. Max, Chuck, and the copilot already have them on.
Motel room
Dean is asleep on his stomach. Emma lies on his back with her head. As the door opens, Dean awakens and slips a hand under his pillow for a weapon, Emma slides her head slowly from his back. As they turn to look. They see Sam entering, carrying coffee and pastries.
"Morning, sunshines." "What time is it?" yawns Emma. "Uh, it's about five forty-five." "In the morning?" asks Dean. "Yep." "Where does the day go?" says Dean while he sits up. "No, D.." frowns Emma. Dean gives her head a kiss. "Did you get any sleep last night?"asks Dean Sam.
"Yeah, I grabbed a couple hours." He replied. "Liar. 'Cause I was up at three, and you were watching a George Foreman infomercial." "Hey, what can I say? It's riveting TV." "When was the last time you got a good night's sleep?" "I don't know, a little while, I guess. It's not a big deal." "Yeah, it is."
