Supernatural~ A Hunters Love Story

Chapter 17: Suits

Dean and I were at Riverfront Psychiatric Hospital, where Max Jaffey was currently a resident at. Sam had stayed behind thinking it would be a better idea if only two people went to interrogate him. We were in the outside sitting area of the Hospital with Max, who was walking with a cane between the two of us. "I don't understand. I already spoke with Homeland Security." he told us.
"Right. Some new information has come up. So if you could just answer a couple questions..." Dean trailed off.
"Just before the plane went down, did you notice anything...unusual?" I asked.
"Like what?" Max inquired.
"Strange lights, weird noises, maybe. Voices." Dean listed.
"No, nothing." Mas replied. We finally made it to a table, Max gingerly maneuvered himself into a chair while Dean and I took the other seats at the table.
"Mr. Joffey—"
"Jaffey." Max corrected Dean.
"Jaffey. You checked yourself in here, right?" Dean pushed. Max nodded. "Can I ask why?"
"I was a little stressed. I survived a plane crash." Max stated.
"Uh huh. And that's what terrified you? That's what you were afraid of?" Dean asked.
"I...I don't want to talk about this anymore." Max muttered.
"See, I think maybe you did see something up there. We need to know what." Dean continued to push.
"No. No, I was...delusional. Seeing things." Max stammered.
"He was seeing things." Dean scoffed glancing at me, I shot him a look.
"It's okay. Then just tell us what you thought you saw, please." I requested.
"There was...this—man. And, uh, he had these...eyes—these, uh...black eyes. And I saw him—or I thought I saw him..." he trailed off, reliving the moment he was talking about.
"What?" Dean pushed, again.
"He opened the emergency exit. But that's...that's impossible, right? I mean, I looked it up. There's something like two tons of pressure on that door." Max stuttered.
"Yeah." Dean responded.
"This man, uh, did he seem to appear and disappear rapidly? It would look something like a mirage?" I asked. Max stared at me for a minute.
"What are you nut's?" Max asked. I tilted my head to the side, cocking an eyebrow. "He was a passenger. He was sitting right in front of me." I turned to look at Dean. Well at least that's something.
    "Thank you for your time Mr. Jaffey. We'll let you know if our investigation comes up with anything else." I stated, Dean and I stood up.
    "Sure." Max replied glancing between the two of us. We began walking away.
    "Okay so some dude gets up during the flight and opens the emergency exit." Dean recited the info we were just given.
    "Which is what depressurized the cabin causing it to go down." I finished. "But Jaffey was right, there's too much pressure on that door. No one could open that easily while in the air." Dean nodded in agreement
    "Let's find out who our super strong passenger on the flight was."

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The Impala pulled up in front of a house. "So here we are. George Phelps, seat 20C." Sam announced. I looked at the house of the man that was most likely our culprit of opening the emergency exit. It was nice, very suburban.
"Hmm. Man, I don't care how strong you are." Dean said while we got out of the car. "Even yoked up on PCP or something, no way you can open up an emergency door during a flight." he finished.
"Not if you're human." I commented. "But maybe this guy George was something else."
"Some kind of creature, maybe, in human form." Sam offered. I nodded agreeing.
"Does that look like a creature's lair to you?" Dean asked us. We both turned to look at the ordinary house again.
"I guess not." I admitted. We walked up to the front door and knocked.
Once we were let inside by Mrs Phelps she led us to the living room to sit down. Sam and I took the chairs while Dean stood just behind me. I glanced around the room and noticed a photo sitting on the coffee table, I reached forward and picked it up, "This is your late husband?" I asked.
"Yes, that was my George." she told me. I nodded, placing it back in its spot on the table.
"And you said he was a...dentist?" Dean asked.
"Mm-hm. He was headed to a convention in Denver. Do you know that he was petrified to fly? For him to go like that..." she trailed off.
"How long were you married?" I questioned.
"Thirteen years." she replied.
"In all that time, did you ever notice anything...strange about him, anything out of the ordinary?" Sam inquired.
"Well...uh, he had acid reflux, if that's what you mean." Mrs. Phelps told us. Dean and Sam glanced at each other while I smiled at the widow kindly.
"Thank you for your time Mrs. Phelps, and I'm sorry for your loss." I told her standing up. The boys followed my motion, and the three of us shook her hand.
"Of course."
Mrs. Phelps led us outside and we walked down the steps. "I mean it goes without saying. It just doesn't make any sense." Sam stated.
"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 told us.
"Okay. But if we're gonna go that route, we'd better look the part." I told them.

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I was waiting out by the car we had already gotten my suit, I wore a simple black pantsuit with a white shirt underneath. Now I was waiting on the boys. The door to 'Mort's for Style' opened and the boys came out wearing nice suits, very black tie formal. I saw Sam adjusting his collar. "Man, I look like one of the Blues Brothers." I heard Dean complain.
"No, you don't. You look more like a...seventh-grader at his first dance." Sam replied. I chuckled while Dean looked down at his suit.
"I hate this thing." he mumbled coming stopping by the car next to me.
"Hey. You want into that warehouse or not?" I asked walking around the car with Sam, he opened the passenger side door. I slid in before he could winking at him. He rolled his eyes and got in the back. Dean got in and started the car. "Besides you two clean up nicely."
    "What does that mean we don't usually look nice?" Dean teased.
    "Hard to say when your usual get up is a flannel and a leather jacket." I shot back looking over at him. "I'm just saying the suits are a nice change of pace." Dean grumbled a little still not happy with the situation.
    "Give him a break Kate, he's never worn a suit before." Sam laughed. I glanced in the rear view mirror and smiled at him.
    "Not like you and me Sammy." I teased. He shook his head at my use of Dean's nickname for him.

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We arrived at the warehouse, walking inside we showed the security guy our badges and he let us in. Walking around the wreckage, Dean pulled out this device and put earbuds in his ears. "What is that?" I asked giving it a skeptical look.
"It's an EMF meter. Reads electromagnetic frequencies." Dean explained.
"Yeah, we know what an EMF meter is, but why does that one look like a busted-up walkman?" Sam asked.
"'Cause that's what I made it out of. It's homemade." Dean grinned.
"Yeah, I can see that." Sam replied. Deans grin faltered and disappeared. Taking his homemade EMF meter he began to walk around holding the EMF out and checking the wreckage. He eventually ran it over a piece of the plane that seemed to have some sort of dust on it. There was a noticeable spike in the EMF as it began beeping and clicking rapidly.
"Check out the emergency door handle." Dean told us. He scratched at the dust which had a yellow color. "What is this stuff?" he asked running it between his fingers.
"One way to find out." Sam replied scraping some of it into a little bag. Dean who still had the stuff on his fingers reached out and wiped his hand on the back of Sam's jacket. He shot him a look as I elbowed him. I reached forward and patted Sam's shoulder trying to wipe off the dust. I noticed it had a slight smell to it, though it wasn't quite strong enough now to tell what it was. Sam gave me a nod of appreciation.
    "We'll shall we go?" I asked and began walking towards the exit. "Front door or back door?"
    "Better leave as quietly as possible out the back." Sam advised. I nodded and we made for outside the hangar.
We peered around a corned and walked out nonchalantly, when an alarm starts blaring. We ran to the gated exit. Dean took off his jacket and threw it over the barbed wire at the top. He and Sam then bent down in front of me indicating they'll give me a boost. I stepped forward and placed my foot in Deans hand and placed my hands on their shoulders. I pushed off with my back foot as they lifted me up towards the top of the gate. I pulled my self over landing on my feet stumbling a little because of my heels. Soon the boys followed and Dean grabbed his jacket. "Well, these monkey suits do come in handy." Dean commented running off, Sam and I following.

**************** Authors Note ******************
Hey Readers!
Sorry I have been unreliable on updates recently. I'm in my last year of college and classes have been hectic. I've been trying to work ahead on the story so that I can keep posting chapters but I have had very little downtime. Sorry again! I hope you all are enjoying the story so far, thanks for reading!
- Tricia