Supernatural Series Rewrite- Season 1

Phantom Traveler- Part 3

You had to head back to Jerry's office because he would have been able to tell you what is it that was on the handle of the door.

"This stuff is covered in sulfur," Jerry concluded.

"You're sure?" Sam asked.

"Take a look for yourself." Jerry got up when there was banging coming from outside of the office and he sighed.

"If you will excuse me, I have an idiot to fire." Jerry left the office and Dean went to look at the microscope.

"You know, there are not too many things that leave behind a sulfuric residue." Dean looked at his brother, then at you.

"Demonic possession?" Sam asked.

"It would explain how a mortal man would have the strength to open up an emergency hatch." Dean rubbed his jaw in thought.

"If the guy was possessed, it's possible." You added.

"This goes way beyond floating over a bed or barfing pea soup. I mean it's one thing to possess a person, but to use them to take down an entire airplane?" Dean sighed.

"You ever hear of something like this before?" Sam asked both you and his brother.

"Never." Dean shook his head.

"I knew it was a demon." You said, crossing your arms, making your cleavage look bigger.

"What?" Sam turned and looked at you.

"You didn't say anything about it," Dean said.

"I thought it." You bit back.

"That's not..." Dean sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "We should go." He stood up straight and left the office.

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You were staying at yet another motel but this was nothing new to you. You practically grew up in motel rooms. After your mom died, you moved in with Sam and Dean and nothing had been the same for you since. You were used to traveling that much but now, you didn't think twice about it.

But this motel room was messy because of you three. Images and articles were taped to the walls and strewn across the beds as if spreading it out would help you get organized. Sam was at one of the tables, researching on his computer. Dean was sitting on one of the beds, reading something from the other one. You were sitting on the ground, up against the wall, with a book in your hand about demonic possession. The librarian sure did give you weird looks when you checked it out.

"So, every religion in every world culture has the concept of demons and demonic possession, right? I mean Christian, Native American, Hindu, you name it." Sam said without looking up.

"Yeah, but none of them describe anything like this," Dean said, distractedly. You weren't doing much of reading anyways. You were watching Dean with that damn mouth of his, twirling a pen between his lips. It brought you back to the time when he was your first kiss. You've wondered about those lips back then and wished for them now.

"Well, that's not exactly true. You see according to Japanese beliefs, certain demons are behind certain disasters, both natural and man-made. One causes earthquakes, another causes disease." Sam informed.

"And this one causes plane crashes?" Dean wondered as he got up, going to his brother. "So, what, we have a demon that's evolved with the times and found a way to ratchet up the body count?"

"Yeah, who knows how many planes it's brought down before this one?" You sighed, getting up from your spot on the floor and shutting the book in your hand. If you couldn't focus before, you weren't going to be able to focus now. Dean scoffed at what you said and turned away from the both of you. He did that when shit got serious.