The Winchester Sister

Chapter 18 - Sympathy for the Devil

"Come on!" I exclaim and we all run to the doors that slam shut as soon as we reach them. We try to open them but they're sealed shut. A high pitched noise begins to sound and we are look at the light before shutting our eyes, and covering our ears before falling to our knees in pain. I'm suddenly enveloped in a white light before it disappears completely. I open my eyes carefully and looks around...We're on an aeroplane? "What the hell?"

"I don't know." Sam replies. 

"Folks, quick word from the flight deck." The pilot says over the intercom. "We're just passing through over Ilchester, then Ellicott City, on our initial descent into Baltimore-"

"Ilchester? Weren't we just there?" Dean asks in confusion. 

"So if you'd like to stretch your legs, now would be a good time to-" I see a white column shoot up from the ground through the window. "Holy crap!" A wave suddenly knocks the plane off course and people start screaming as they're thrown around like rag dolls. Oxygen masks drop down and I put mine on immediately, as does Sam and Dean. I look outside and there is a bright white light again and a high pitched noise. The high pitched noise kind of sounds like laughing. 

"Does that sound like laughing to you?" I ask Sam and Dean who give me terrified and weird looks. 

"No!" Dean exclaims from behind his oxygen mask. "It sounds like a high pitched noise that is going to burst my ears at any moment!"

Suddenly, the white light is gone as is the noise and the plane corrects itself but has to take an emergency landing. Due to the plane almost crashing, we automatically get to go through this area that leads to directly outside, bypassing security and passport control, where a couple of ambulances were to look at people in the flight. We sneak away and rent a car before driving off in silence. 

"-And Governor O'Malley urged calm-" Ugh, radio stations. "-Saying it's very unlikely an abandoned convent would be a target for terrorists, either foreign or homegrown."

"Change the station." Dean demands and Dean pokes a button on the radio. 

"-Hurricane Kinley, unexpectedly slamming into the Galveston area-" Station change. "-Announced a successful test of the North Korea nuclear-" Station change again. "-A series of tremors-" Station change. Please let it be a good one. "-Swine flu-" I bat Sam's hand away from the radio and turn it off. 

"Ash, Dean, look-" Dean cuts Sam off.

"Don't say anything." Dean pauses for a moment. "It's okay. We just got to keep our heads down and hash this out, all right?"

"Yeah, okay." Sam agrees. 

"All right, well, first things first - How did we end up on Soul Plane?" Dean questions.

"Angels, maybe?" Sam suggests. "I mean, you know, beaming us out of harm's way?"

"Or it could be God." I lean forward between the front seats. "The angels hate us. No way would they beam us out of harm's way. They would probably rather let us die then resurrect us with leverage to do their bidding."

"Well, whoever it was. It's the least of our worries." Dean replies. "We need to find Cas."

"So, Chuck's house?" I question. "That's a distance."

"It'll take us a night to get there. Settle in for the ride." I sigh and rest my head on the rest. I can't take the stupid seat belt off while the car is driving because it locks in. Child proofing. I close my eyes and yawn tiredly. I haven't had sleep in 2 days. 

~The morning~

We walk through Chuck's devastated house as Dean draws an angel banishing sigil in case the angels show up. God, I hope they don't and Chuck is okay. Chuck suddenly jumps out and hits Sam with a toilet plunger. "Geez! Ow!"