Living with Dean and Sam.

Chapter Twenty:

"Hey, hey, it's just a little turbulence." Sam tried to reason with him.

"Sam, this plane is going to crash, okay? So quit treating me like I'm friggin' four."

"You need to calm down."

"Well, I'm sorry I can't." Dean replied.

"Dude, stow the touchy-feely, self-help yoga crap, it's not helping."

"Listen, if you're panicked, you're wide open to demonic possession, so you need to calm yourself down. Right now." I sternly instructed and Dean took a deep breath.

"Good. Now, I found an exorcism in here that I think is gonna work. The Rituale Romanum." Sam interjected.

"What do we have to do?" Dean questioned.

"It's in two parts. The first part expels the Demon from the victim's body. It makes it manifest, which actually makes it more powerful."

"More powerful? I asked.

"Yeah."

"How?" Dean broke in.

"Well, it doesn't need to possess someone anymore. It can just wreak havoc on its own." Sam replied.

"Oh. And why is that a good thing?"

"Well, because the second part sends the bastard back to hell once and for all." Sam concluded.

"First things first, we got to find it." I added. Dean walked slowly up the aisle with his EMF meter. Sam walked up behind him and clapped his hand on his shoulder scaring the hell out of him no pun intended. I followed behind Sam.

"No, nothing. How much time we got?" Dean asked.

"Fifteen minutes." They both jumped at the sound of my voice.

"Jesus! Emerson don't do that!" I rolled my eyes.

"How did you two become hunters?"

"Maybe we missed somebody." Sam added.

"Maybe the things just not on the plane." Dean muttered.

"You believe that?" Sam questioned.

"Well, I will if you will." he responded. Suddenly the EMF reader spikes. We all look up to see the copilot exit the bathroom and heads towards the cockpit.

"What? What is it?" Sam asked.

"Christo." Dean mutters. The copilot turns to us. His eyes are black. I look at the boys.

"Aw crap." I add.

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"She's not gonna believe this." Sam says as we head to the back of the plane and towards Amanda.

"Twelve minutes, dude." Dean replied.

"Oh, hi. Flights not too bumpy for you, I hope." Amanda seemed like a really nice person.

"Actually that's kind of what we needed to talk to you about." I told her. Sam closed the curtain.

"Um, okay. What can I do for you?" she asked.

"All right, this is gonna sound nuts, but we just don't have the time for the whole 'truth is out there speech right now.'" Dean replied.

"All right, look, we know you were on flight 2485." Her smile disappeared.

"Who are you guys?" she asked.

"Now, we've spoken to some of the survivors. We know something bought down that plane and it wasn't a mechanical failure." Sammy explained.

"We need your help because we need to stop it from happening again. Here. Now." Dean replied.

"I'm sorry, I-I'm very busy. I have to go back-" she tried to push past Dean but he stopped her.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Wait a second. We're not gonna hurt you, okay? But listen to me, uh... the pilot in 2485, Chuck Lambert. He's dead." I explained.

"Wait. What? What, Chuck is dead?" I nodded.

"He died in a plane crash. Now, that's two plane crashes in a two months. That doesn't strike you as strange?" I asked.