Living with Dean and Sam.

Chapter Fifteen:

We were sitting in the car outside a Copy Jack. Dean came out and this woman walked in, Dean flirting obviously, which for some reason annoyed me. But I didn't say anything.

"You've been in there forever." Sam moaned.

"You can't rush perfection." Dean replied, holding up the I.Ds.

"Homeland Security?" Sam took one of the I.Ds as did I. "That's pretty illegal even for us." he added.

"Yeah well it's something new. You know? People haven't seen it a thousand times." Dean chirped. Then he got in the car.

"All right, so, what you got?"

"Well, there's definitely EVP on the cockpit voice recorder." Sam addressed.

"Yeah?" me and Sam nodded.

"Listen." I instructed. Sam had edited the recording, to get rid of the whooshing sound. And now there was a scratchy voice.

No survivors!

"'No survivors'? What's that supposed to mean? There were seven survivors." Dean pointed out.

"Got me." Sam replied.

"So what are you thinking? A haunted flight?"

"There's a long history of spirits and death omens on planes and ships, like phantom travelers." I commented.

"Mm-hmm." Dean hummed.

"Or remember flight 401?" Sam added.

"Right. The one that crashed, the airline salvaged some of its parts, put it in other planes, then the spirit of the pilot and copilot haunted those flights."

"Right." Sam said.

"Yep."

"Maybe we got a similar deal." I pondered.

"All right, so, survivors, which one do you want to talk to first?" Dean asked.

"Third on the list: Max Jaffey." Sam smiled.

"Why him?" Dean asked.

"Well, for one, he's from around here. " Sam started.

"Two; his name sounds like Jaffa. You know Jaffa cakes!" I smiled.

"And three, if anyone saw anything weird, he did."

"What makes you say that?" Dean ponders.

"Well Sammy spoke to his mother." I tell him.

"And she told me where to find him."

"Riverfront Psychiatric Hospital." I conclude.

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Max was walking with his cane between Sam and Dean, I stood on Dean's other side.

"I don't understand. I already spoke to Homeland Security." He told us.

"Right. Some new information has come up. So if you could just answer a few questions." Dean replies.

"Just before the plane came down, did you notice anything...unusual?" Sam asked.

"Like what?" Max questions.

"Strange lights, weird noises, maybe. Voices." I guessed.

"No, nothing."

"Mr. Joffey-" Dean started.

"Jaffey." Max corrected

"Jaffey. You checked yourself in here, right?" Max nods. "Can, I ask why?" Dean ponders.

"I was a little stressed. I survived a plane crash." He insisted.

"Uh huh. And that's what terrified you? That's what you were afraid of?"

"I...I don't want to talk about this anymore."

"See, I was thinking maybe you did see something up there. We want to know what."

"No. No, I was...delusional. Seeing things."

"He's was seeing things." Dean mutters.

"It's okay. Then just tell us what you thought you saw, please." I insisted.

"There was...this-man. And, uh, he had these...eyes-these, uh...black eyes. And I saw him-or I thought I saw him..."

"Saw him what? Mr Jaffey?" I asked.

"He opened the emergence 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."

"Yeah." Dean mumbles.