Supernatural~ A Hunters Love Story

Chapter 18: 40 Minutes

Jerry was looking through a microscope at the residue we found on a plane. "Huh. This stuff is covered in sulfur." Jerry stated.
"You're sure?" Sam asked.
"Take a look for yourself." Jerry told him. Banging sounds came from outside Jerry's office.
"You effin' piece of crap..." someone yelled from the other room, while banging on something.
"If you fellows and lady will excuse me, I have an idiot to fire." he told us and walked outside. Dean went over and looked into the microscope. "Hey. Einstein. Yeah, you. What the heck you doing? Put the wrench down—" Jerry yelled.
"Hmm. You know, there's not too many things that leave behind a sulfuric residue." Dean commented.
"Demonic possession?" Sam asked. I looked at the brothers with slightly widened eyes.
"It would explain how a mortal man would have the strength to open up an emergency hatch." I put in.
"If the guy was possessed, it's possible." Sam agreed.
"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 asked.
"You ever heard of something like this before?" Sam asked looking between Dean and I.
"No." I told him.
"Never." was Deans reply

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We were all at the motel, pictures were on the walls and strewn across the beds. Sam was on his computer, while Dean was sitting on one of the beds reading something. I sat perched on the back of a chair with my laptop in my lap and John's journal in my hand. "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 announced I looked up at him.
   "Yeah, but none of them describe anything like this." Dean replied.
   "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." Sam listed.
   "And this one causes plane crashes?" Dean asked skeptically. Sam just shrugged in response. Dean huffed a little and stood 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?" he asked walking closer to Sam and I.
   "Yeah." Sam sighed. "You know, who knows how many planes it's brought down before this one?" Dean snorted and shook his head turning away.
   "What?" Sam asked.
   "What's wrong?" I put in. Dean scratched the back of his head and turned back to us.
   "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." he admitted scratching his head again. I looked down and closed their dads journal.
   "Yeah. Me too." Sam replied. Just then Deans phone rang. Sam looked back at his computer and I tossed the journal on the table.
   " Hello?" Dean answered. I looked at Dean, then glanced at Sam. "Oh, hey, Jerry. Wha—Jerry, I'm sorry. What happened? Where'd this happen? I'll try to ignore the irony in that." I shared a look with Sam when he muttered the last bit. "Nothing. Jerry, hang in there, all right? We'll catch up with you soon." and he hung up.
   "Another crash?" I asked.
   "Yeah. Let's go."
   "Where?"  I inquired standing up
   " Nazareth." he replied.
   "Oh that's  the irony."

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   Dean, Sam and I had stopped by the crash site briefly where we found more residue of what should be sulfuric dust. However, right now we were back at Jerry's office. Jerry himself was looking through a microscope  at the dust we found. I was sitting at his desk with Sam behind me going over the flight information and time stamps when I saw something the piqued my interest. I started to look through more articles and plane manifests. After a few minutes Jerry stepped away from the microscope. "Sulfur?" Dean asked. Jerry nodded standing up. "Well, that's great. All right, that's two plane crashes involving Chuck Lambert. This demon sounds like it was after him."
   "With all due respect to Chuck, if that's the case, that would be the good news." I told them.
   "What's the bad news?" Dean asked.
   "Chuck's plane went down exactly forty minutes into flight. And get this, so did flight 2485." I explained.
   "Forty minutes? What does that mean?" Jerry asked me to elaborate.
   "It's biblical numerology. You know Noah's ark, it rained for forty days. The number means death." Dean explained.
   "I went back, and there have been six plane crashes over the last decade that all went down exactly forty minutes in." I told them pointing to Jerry's computer.
   "Any survivors?" Dean asked.
   "No. Or not until now, at least, not until flight 2485, for some reason. On the cockpit voice recorder, remember what the EVP Said?" I replied.
    "No survivors." Dean said. I raised and eyebrow waiting for him to catch on. "It's going after all the survivors. It's trying to finish the job."

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   I sat in the back of the Impala, while Dean and Sam were in the front. Dean driving, obviously, and Sam was talking 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 said as he hung up. "All right. That takes care of Blaine Sanderson." Sam concluded.
   "And Dennis Holloway. They're not flying anytime soon." I added frowning remembering the choice words Dennis mentioned. Sam nodded agreeing with my statement.
   "So our only wildcard is the flight attendant Amanda Walker." Dean summed up.
   "Yea pretty much." I mumbled.
   "Right. Her sister Karen said her flight leaves Indianapolis at eight pm. It's her first night back on the job." Sam told us.
   "That sounds like just our luck." Dean replied sarcastically.
   "Dean, this is a five-hour drive, man, even with you behind the wheel." Sam stated.
   "Why don't you call Amanda's cellphone again Kate, see if we can't head her off at the pass." Dean told me.
   "I already left her three voice messages. She must have turned her cellphone off." I remarked. "God, we're never gonna make it."
   "Oh we'll make it." Dean replied to me determined. I felt the car pick up speed.