"A demon?" Sam asked. "How do you know that?"
"Demons have black eyes," Josie responded simply.
She grabbed the Impala's door handle and dove inside. Then she pulled out her laptop and started typing rapidly. Sam slid in next to her.
"You're looking up exorcisms?" he observed.
"It's been a while, okay?"
Dean shook his head.
"Look, kid," he said, "as much you wanna go in, guns blazing, we need more information than an eye color. I mean, hell, that guy in there really could've just been seeing things. We can't just assume that it's a demon."
"No, no, it's a demon," Josie repeated. "I'm sure of it."
"Dean has a point," Sam said. "We need more evidence."
Josie sighed, then slammed her laptop shut in frustration.
"This is just going to waste precious time that we could be using to kill the demon before it kills anyone else!" she snapped.
"Or it could be the difference between caution and a fatal mistake," Sam replied calmly.
"Since when do you care about caution?" Josie demanded.
Sam narrowed his eyes.
"Why are you so sure it's a demon?" he asked.
"I just am!"
Dean tsked. "Sorry, kiddo, not good enough," he said.
Josie groaned and rolled her eyes.
"We should check out the crash site," Sam suggested. "See if we find anything there."
"Good plan," Dean agreed. "I'm gonna go find out more about this demon that Max claims to have seen." He shot Josie a look.
"Josie and I'll head to the crash site," Sam said. "Meet back ASAP."
Dean nodded.
Josie rolled her eyes.
"I'm gonna say I told you so," she warned as the boys got in the car.
•••
Not even Jerry had been able to get Sam and Josie clearance to inspect the crash site for no reason, so they'd had to pull out the fed suits. Josie could hardly breathe in the confining button-up and heels. Her hair was pulled back into a tight ponytail, and she had on hastily applied plum lipstick.
Sam checked the entrance for guards, but found nothing. He crossed the yellow crime scene tape, then passed through a curtain and into the crash site. Josie followed.
The site wasn't especially well-protected. Josie figured that no one thought anyone would be breaking into the site of a crashed airplane, so they were fairly lenient on security.
The site itself was awful. Between the yellow tape, the chalk body outlines drawn on the floor, and mechanical parts scattered every which way, it was hard to decide where to start first.
"Josie," Sam said. "Look at the emergency exit."
Josie scanned the side of the plane until her eyes fell on the emergency exit door--or at least where it probably once was. Now, there was a gaping hole.
"Didn't Max say that that passenger tore the door off its hinges?" Sam pressed.
"'Ripped it open,'" Josie quoted.
She walked over to the plane's emergency exit, her heels clicking. She carefully avoided anything that could cause her to trip and make noise, thus alerting any existing security force of their location.
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Pieces Of Me {Sam Winchester}
Fanfiction"They say there are two things in life that you can never truly escape. The first is death. The second is hunting." ••• Josie Moss was a hunter. Or, she used to be a hunter. Then she got out. For four years, she was nothing but a college student who...
