Harley Winchester - Season 1- Supernatural Rewrite

Phantom Traveler (2)

We were in the motel room again, but this time we had everything we had found, taped to our walls.

"So every religion, in ever world culture has the concept of demon and demonic possession, right, I mean, Christian, Native American, Hindu, you name it." I observed.

"Yeah but none of them describe anything like this." Dean replied looking up from his book.

"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 us.

"And this one causes plane crashes?" I questioned.

Sam stayed silent which gave me my answer.

"Alright so what, we have a demon that's evolved with the times and found a way to ratchet up the body count?" Dean asked standing up from his side of the bed. I followed his actions and walked over to Sam.

"Yeah, you know, who knows how many planes it's brought down before this one?"

We stayed silent as I thought about all the people we could have saved. Dean started pacing the floor and scratching the back of his head. That meant he was nervous, I knew my older brother.

"What?" I asked.

"I don't know guys, this isn't our normal gig, I mean demons, they don't want anything just death and destruction for it's own sake, this is big, I wish dad was here."

"Yeah me too."

I stayed quiet. Sure John was missed, just not a lot by me. I mean he taught me to be a better huntress than any other huntress and hunter out there, but he never loved me. That I knew. I just wanted him back for my brothers, and I would get him back because it would make them happy. Who I really wanted was my parents. You know the people who I never meet. Maybe they could tell me why I had powers. Did they have powers? Dean's phone rang cutting off all silence and my thoughts.

"Hello."

"Dean it's Jerry."

"Oh, hey, Jerry."

"My pilot friend, Chuck Lambert is dead."

"Wha- Jerry, I'm sorry what happened?"

I was standing close to Dean so I could hear the conversation. Poor Jerry.

"He and his buddy went up in a small twin, about an hour ago, the plane went down."

"Where'd this happen?"

"About 60 miles west of here, near Nazareth."

"I'll try to ignore the irony in that."

"I'm sorry?"

"Nothing, Jerry, hang in there all right, we'll catch up with you soon."

Dean hung up the phone and looked at us.

"Another crash?" Sam questioned.

"Yeah, let's go."

"Where?"

"Nazareth." I concluded.

We were in Jerry's office yet again where we were examining the second sample we got from the second plane crash.

"Sulfur?" Dean asked peering over Jerry's shoulder. He nodded.

"Well that's great." I replied sarcastically.

"Alright so that's two plane crashes involving Chuck Lambert, this demon sounds like it was after him." Dean stated looking back at Sam and I.