Supernatural (Sam Winchester x Female!Reader)

Phantom Traveler

We enter Jerry's office and sat down in front of his desk. Jerry takes a CD and puts it in a drive. "I listened to this. And, well, it sounded like it was up your alley. Normally I wouldn't have access to this. It's the cockpit voice recorder for United Britannia flight 2485. It was one of ours."

"Mayday! Mayday! Repeat! This is United Britania 2485—immediate instruction help! United Britanis 2485, I copy your message—May be experiencing some mechanical failure..." We then hear a loud whooshing sound.

"Took off from here, crashed about two hundred miles south. Now, they're saying mechanical failure. Cabin depressurized somehow. Nobody knows why. Over a hundred people on board. Only seven got out alive. Pilot was one. His name is Chuck Lambert. He's a good friend of mine. Chuck is, uh... well, he's pretty broken up about it. Like it was his fault." Jerry explained.

"You don't think it was?" I asked. "No, I don't." Jerry replied. "Jerry, we're gonna need passenger manifests, um, a list of survivors." Sam said. "And, uh, any way we can take a look at the wreckage?" Dean asked.

"The other stuff is no problem. But the wreckage... fellas, the NTSB has it locked down in an evidence warehouse. No way I've got that kind of clearance." Jerry explained, Dean frowns. "No problem." He said.

Later, Sam and I waited by the car outside a Copy Jack. As Dean exits, an woman enters. "Hey." The woman said to him. "Hi." Dean replied, holding the door for her. When she enter the store he lets the door go and walks over to us. "You've been in there forever." Sam said, annoyed. Dean holds up three IDs. "You can't rush perfection." He said.

"Homeland Security?" I asked, taking one of the IDs with Sam. "That's pretty illegal, even for us." Sam remarked. "Yeah, well, it's something new. You know? People haven't seen it a thousand times." Dean said, walking around the Impala.

"All right, so, what do two you got?" He asked as we enter the car. "Well, there's definitely EVP on the cockpit voice recorder." Sam said, grabbing his laptop. "Yeah?" Dean asked. "Listen." Sam said and plays the tape, which has been edited to pull out a scratchy voice.

"No survivors!"

"No survivors? What's that supposed to mean? There were seven survivors." Dean said. "Got me." Sam replied. "So, what are you guys thinking? A haunted flight?" Dean asked. "There's a long history of spirits and death omens on planes and ships, like phantom travelers." I said, Dean nods.

"Or remember flight 401?" Sam asked his brother. "Right. The one that crashed, the airline salvaged some of its parts, put it in other planes, then the spirit of the pilot and copilot haunted those flights." Dean said.

"Right." Sam said. "Yep." Dean said. "Maybe we got a similar deal." I said. "All right, so, survivors, which one do you want to talk to first?" Dean asked, grabbing the list to look at it. "Third on the list: Max Jaffey." Sam said, pointing at the name. "Why him?" Dean asked.

"Well, for one, he's from around here. And two, if anyone saw anything weird, he did." Sam said. "What makes you say that?" Dean asked. "Well, Sam and I spoke to his mother. And she told us where to find him." I replied.

We headed over to Riverfront Psychiatric Hospital to speak with this Max Jaffey. Max was walking with a cane between Sam and Dean. "I don't understand. I already spoke with Homeland Security." He said. "Right. Some new information has come up. So if you could just answer a couple questions..." Dean said.

"Just before the plane went down, did you notice anything... unusual?" Sam asked him. "Like what?" Max asked. "Strange lights, weird noises, maybe. Voices." I suggested. "No, nothing." Max replied, seeing a little hesitant.