Life as A Winchester Sister: Season 1

Phantom Traveler Pt 3

    "Say it in Latin," Sam told him. 

   "I know," Dean said, going to leave again. Then I remembered something. 

   "Dean," I called. He turned around again, a bit more irritated.

   "In Latin, its "Christo"," I reminded him. 

    "Cheyenne, I know," Dean said in a hushed voice. "I'm not an idiot." 

   A few minutes later, Dean returned, quickly seating back down. "All right, she's got to be the most well-adjusted person on the planet." He remarked. 

   "You said, "Christo"?" I asked, looking over at him. 

   "Ya, there's no demon in here," Dean assured us, "There's no demon getting in her."

   "So,  if it's on the plane, it can be anyone," Sam concluded. "Anywhere."

   Suddenly, the plane shook again. I closed my eyes and gripped the seat even harder.

   "Come on!" Dean said. "That can't be normal!" 

    I was starting to get more nervous, we didn't know where the demon was, and it could potentially possess Dean or I. 

   "Hey, it's just a little turbulence," Sam tried to calm us down. 

   "Sam, this plane is going to crash, okay," Dean exclaimed. "So quit treating me like I'm freaking 4." 

    "You both need to calm down," Sam told us. I still didn't open my eyes, but I did feel a few tears slip down. 

    "I can't," Dean claimed.

    "Ya, Sam," I agreed. "That's not really an option," I whimpered and breathed attempting to not have a panic attack. 

   "Stow the touchy-feely, self-help yoga crap," Dean told Sam. "It's not helping." 

    "Listen, if you're panicked, you wide open to demonic possession," Sam interrupted Dean. "So you need to calm yourself down right now." He glanced over at me. "And you're not helping Cheyenne at all, so please, for her sake, relax."

     Dean looked over at me, while doing some weird breathing technique. I was curled in my seat, gripping the arm rests, and tears falling silently. "Cheyenne," He said, grabbing my hand. "Hey, look, we're are gonna be fine." He told me, calmly.

    "Dean, I don't..." He interrupted me.

   "Look, I need you to relax okay, I don't want some demon in my sister okay," Dean empathized. he ran a hand through my hair. "Okay, just breath, please." 

    I nodded and took some deep breaths. Dean wiped the tears off my cheeks and kissed me on the head. Once he knew I was okay, Sam continued to talk to Dean.

    "Now, I found an exorcism in here that I think is going to work," He looked through dads journal. "The ritual Romano." 

     "What do we have to do?" Dean asked, leaning over me, but not letting go of my hand.

    "It's two parts," Sam explained. "The first part expels the demon from the victim's body, and makes it manifest, which makes it more powerful."

  Deans eyes got wide. "More powerful, how?" 

   "Well, it doesn't need to possess someone anymore," Sam explained. "It can wreck havoc on its own." 

   "And why is that a good thing?" I questioned, my grip on Dean's hand getting tighter. 

    "Well," Sam started. "Because the second part sends the bastard back to hell once and for all." 

   "First thing's first, we got to find it," Dean realized, taking a look around the plane. They got up to walk around with the EMF reader. I stayed in my seat, because, walking didn't seem like it would calm me down.