CARRY ON

Exorcism

Sam, Joan, and Dean head to the back of the plane towards Amanda.
"She's not gonna believe this." Sam said.
"Twelve minutes, dude." Dean said as they walked. They stood in the back with Amanda.
"Oh, hi. Flight's not too bumpy for you, I hope." Amanda smiled.
"Actually, that's kind of what we need to talk to you about." Dean spoke. Sam closes the curtain.
"Um, okay. What can I do for you?" Amanda asked.
"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." Dean said.
"All right, look, we know you were on flight 2485." Sam informed. Amanda's smile disappears.
"Who are you guys?" Amanda got defensive.
"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 explained.
"We need your help because we need to stop it from happening again. Here. Now." Joan spoke up.
"I'm sorry, I—I'm very busy. I have to go back..." Amanda tries to brush past Dean, who stops her.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Wait a second." Amanda backed up. "I'm not gonna hurt you, okay? But listen to me, uh...The pilot in 2485, Chuck Lambert. He's dead." Dean told her.
"Wait. What? What, Chuck is dead?" Amanda was shocked.
"He died in a plane crash. Now, that's two plane crashes in two months. That doesn't strike you as strange?" Joan asked.
"I..." Amanda couldn't form any words.
"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." Sam said.
"Amanda, you have to believe us." Dean begged.
"On...on 2485, there was this man. He...had these eyes." Amanda tried to explain.
"Yes. That's exactly what we're talking about." Joan said.
"I don't understand, what are you asking me to do?" She questioned.
"Okay. The copilot, we need you to bring him back here." Dean peeked out of the curtain.
"Why? What does he have to do with anything?" Amanda asked.
"Don't have time to explain. We just need to talk to him. Okay?" Dean looked back at Amanda.
"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 explained.
"Do you know that I could lose my job if you..." Amanda tried to argue. Dean furrowed his brow.
"Okay, well you're gonna lose a lot more if you don't help us out." Dean argued. Amanda hesitates, but agrees.

Amanda leaves and goes to the cockpit. She knocks on the door and says something inaudible to the copilot, who follows her back. Joan pulls out the holy water. Dean pulls out John's journal and hands it to Sam, who opens it.
"Yeah, what's the problem?" The Copilot asked. Dean punches him in the face, knocking him down. He pins him down and puts duct tape over his mouth. Joan sprays holy water with n him.
"Wait. What are you doing? You said you were just gonna talk to him." Amanda said scared.
"We are gonna talk to him." Dean growled. Dean and Joan splashes holy water on his skin, which sizzles.
"Oh, my god. What's wrong with him?" Amanda freaked out.
"Look. We need you calm. We need you outside the curtain." Sam ordered.
"Well, I don't underst—I don't know..."Amanda rambled.
"Don't let anybody in, okay? Can you do that? Can you do that? Amanda?" Sam asked.
"Okay. Okay."Amanda leaves.
"Hurry up, Sam. I don't know how much longer I can hold him. The holy water won't last forever." Dean said.
"Regna terrae, cantate Deo, psallite Domino..." Sam spoke in Latin.

The Demon breaks free briefly and hits them all until Dean manages to subdue him again. Sam picks up where he left off. The Demon knocks Dean off again and pulls the tape off his mouth. He kicked Joan as she went to splash him with holy water. He grabs Sam by the collar.
"I know what happened to your girlfriend! She must have died screaming! Even now, she's burning!" The demon laughed.

Dean helps Joan up. He recovers and hits the Demon as Sam sits there, stunned. Joan douses the Demon in holy water.
"Sam!" They both  yelled.
Sam recovers and begins reading again. He puts the book down and helps Dean and Joan pin down the Demon, who kicks the book up the aisle.

The Demon exits the Copilot's body and disappears into a vent.
"Where'd it go?" Sam asked.
"It's in the plane. Hurry up. We got to finish it." Dean said.

The plane suddenly dips and heaves violently. Sam struggles to retrieve the book as Dean splays himself against the exit door, screaming. Joan fell, as she got she fell back into Dean. They both scream.

Sam 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. Sam takes a deep breath. Joan and Dean still pushed in the wall take deep breaths. Dean dropped his head onto Joan's.
"I'm not fly ever again." Dean muttered. Joan nodded in agreement.

Various people ask if everyone's okay. Amanda sighs in relief. Dean and Joan come out from behind the curtain. Sam stands up. The three share a look.

The passengers from the flight are disembarking to an area milling with uniformed officers. The Copilot is seated in a wheelchair with a blanket wrapped around him, being questioned by an FAA Agent.

"Let's get out of here." Dean said.
The three head for the exit.
"You okay?" Dean asked. Sam stops and turns.
"Dean, it knew about Jessica." Sam said worried.
"Sam, these things, they, they read minds. They lie. All right? That's all it was." Dean explains. Joan nodded.
"I know it's none of my business, but Demons lie." Sam looked at her. "They'll paint a picture that never existed. Even if it's bad or good." She walked to her car. Sam watched her walk away.
"Come on." Dean patted Sam's shoulder.

"Nobody knows what you guys did, but I do. A lot of people could have been killed." Jerry shakes their hands.
"Your dad's gonna be real proud." Jerry smiled.
"We'll see you around, Jerry." Dean said. Dean begins to head off. "You know, Jerry." Jerry turned around."
"Yeah." Jerry said.
"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." Jerry informed.
"What?" Sam asked.
"When did you talk to him?" Dean furrows his brows.
"I mean, I didn't exactly talk to him, but I called his number. His voice message said to give you a call." Jerry explained. "Thanks again, guys."
Jerry leaves.

A plane with a red maple leaf on the tail flies overhead. The three are leaning on the impala.
"This doesn't make any sense, man. I've called Dad's number like fifty times. It's been out of service." Sam said. Dean dials a number. As the voice message begins, he turns it so Sam and Joan can hear too.
"This is John Winchester. I can't be reached. If this is an emergency, call my son, Dean. 785-555-0179. He can help." They heard John say.
Sam fumes and gets in the car. Dean sits there for a minute. Joan patted his shoulder.
"We'll find him." She smiled. Dean held her hand and smiled.