We got on the plane and quickly found our seats.
"I'll be in the middle," I said, and sat down before either boy could argue. Sam took the window seat and Dean took the aisle one. I fastened my seat belt and held onto the arm rests. Dean grabbed a safety pamphlet as the engine started up, trying to distract himself.
The loudspeaker told everyone to prepare for take off. I whimpered as I felt the plane fly into the air, and squeezed my eyes shut. I felt a hand grab mine, and looked over to see Sam.
"You'll be just fine," He assured me. He told Dean to try and relax.
"Just try to shut up," Dean snapped back.
The plane shook as it reached the correct altitude, then smoothed out. I heard humming and looked over to see it was Dean. Sam must have heard too.
"You humming Metallica?" He questioned. Dean claimed it calmed him down. I wish I had a way to calm myself down. I wasn't doing the best, especially when I looked over and out the window.
I snapped my head back and yelped quietly. "Sam, could you shut your window, please," I begged. Sam looked over at me and quickly pulled the screen, so I couldn't see anything.
"Are you sure you should be doing this?" Sam questioned. "You're worse than Dean." He rubbed my arm. I nodded. Dean continued to hum. Dean being nervous, was not helping me int the slightest.
"Look man, I get your nervous, all right," Sam whispered to Dean. "But you got to stay focused."
Dean nodded. "Okay."
"I mean, we got 32 minutes and counting to track this think down, or whoever it's possessing anyway, and perform a full-on exorcism,"
"On a crowded plane, that's gonna be easy," I remarked.
"Let's just take it one step at a time, all right," Sam tried to calm both of us down. "Now, who is it possessing?"
"Well," Dean said taking a deep breath. "It's usually gonna be somebody with some sort of weakness, you know, a chink in the armor that a demon can worm through." Dean explained, looking over at Sam and I. "Somebody with an addiction or emotional distress."
"Would a fear of heights count as emotional distress?" I questioned, getting more nervous. Sam grabbed my hand again.
"No, you should be fine," I could tell he was just lying to get me to relax. He then looked past me.
"Well, this is Amanda's first flight since the crash," Sam remembered. "If I were here, I'd be pretty messed up." Dean and I nodded.
When a flight attendant walked by, Dean stopped her. "Excuse me, are you Amanda." The women said no. "Oh, my mistake." He looked back to see the other flight attendant in the back area.
"Alright, well, that's got to be Amanda back there," Dean informed Sam. "So, I'll go talk to her and uh, I'll get a read on her mental state."
"What if she's already possessed?" I asked, trying to focus on my brothers as much as possible.
"There's ways to test that." Dean told me, reaching into his bag and pulling out a clear bottle of liquid. "I brought holy water." Sam rolled his eyes and took the water away from Dean.
"No, I think we can go more subtle," He reasoned. "If she's possessed, she'll flinch at the name of God."
"Nice," Dean commented, unbuckling and standing up. Before he could leave Sam called him back. "What?"
"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.
At one point, they stopped in the middle of the isle and had a conversation. As much as I wanted to listen, I knew that it would most likely scare me more, so I did my best to not listen. As they talked, I saw Deans EMF machine flash red dots, just as the pilot walked close. Dean whispered something, and I saw the pilot flinch and he turned to face them, he's flashing black.
They came back over to me, explaining that they had to go tell Amanda about the pilot somehow and then perform an exorcism. They told me to stay where I was, and I made no argument. They went to the back to talk to her. A minute later, she walked to the front of the plane, coming back with the pilot. I gripped my seat, preparing for whatever was about to happen.
A fight broke out, I could hear the scuffling. I turned back to see Amanda blocking the curtain, looking nervous. Suddenly, out of nowhere, the plane began to fall from the sky. I screamed, along with everyone else and tears poured down my cheeks. I happened to look back and see Sam, grab his dads journal and speak in Latin. A minute later the plane leveled out. I let out sobs as I stood, shakily. I had to get my brothers attention, before I had a major panic attack. I fell to the ground, in front of my seat.
"Dean! Sam!" I yelled. Sam stood up and Dean emerged from the back. My hand flew to my chest as I tried to control my breathing.
"Cheyenne!" Dean yelled, shoving past the other passengers to get to me. He kneeled in front of me. "Hey, hey, hey!" He got my attention. He helped me sit up, back in my seat, and he and Sam took the spots next to me. I leaned into Dean's chest, listening to his breathing.
"I...I...t...tried Sam," I sobbed, telling him that I tried to be calm. "I...am...s...sorry." I managed to breath out.
"Hey, Cheyenne, everything's okay now, okay," Sam assured me, grabbing my hand. "I need you to breath for me, okay, deep breaths in and out." I followed his instructions. After a few minutes of this, I calmed down. Tears still fell, but slower and I could breath again.
"Are you okay, sweetheart?" Dean asked, kissing my temple. I nodded.
"I just want off this stupid plane," I whispered. I heard Sam chuckle.
"You and me both, Cheyenne." Dean replied.
We stayed in this position, until the plane landed. Dean and Sam sat me down in a chair. They talked to a few officers to answer some questions. When they were done, Dean held out his hand for me.
"Alright, let's get out of here," Dean said, grabbing my hand and pulling me out of my seat. We began to walk away when Sam stopped.
"Dean it... it knew about Jessica," Sam stated. I was confused, clearly having missed something that happened on the plane.
"Sam, these things, they read minds," Dean told him, gripping my hand tighter. "They lie, all right, that's all it was."
"Ya," was all Sam responded with.
"Can we please leave now," I interrupted, not wanting to say in this...hellhole another second.
Dean pulled me into his side, and we began to walk towards the exit.
Before we left, Jerry wanted to talk to us.
"Nobody knows what you guys did, but I do." Jerry informed. "A lot of people could have been killed." he reached out his hand for us to shake. "Your dad's gonna be real proud."
"I'm sure he will be," I agreed. He would be proud, just not of me.
"We'll see you around Jerry," Sam spoke. Jerry began to walk away and I went to get into the car, when Dean spoke up again.
"You know, Jerry, I meant to ask you," He called out. "How did you get my cellphone number, anyway, I've only had it for like six months." He asked. Sam and I turned around, also curious.
"Your dad gave it to me," Jerry revealed. My heart skipped a beat, had he talked to dad.
"When did you talk to him?" Dean asked, as if he read my mind.
"Well, I didn't exactly talk to him," Jerry explained. "But I called his number and his voice message said to give you a call." He thanked us again, and walked away. The three of us exchanged a look before getting in the car and heading out.
A little ways into the drive Dean pulled over and got out of the car. I looked at Sam, but he shook his head and got out of the car. I followed them to the back of the car, where they both sat. I went to the middle and squeezed my way in between.
"Excuse me, little sister who you always forget about is coming through," I exclaimed. They each moved over to make room for me. Dean got his phone out, going to dads number.
"Dean, I've called dads phone like 50 times," Sam said, "It's been out of service." Dean clicked on it anyway, holding it out so we could hear. After it rang for a few seconds, a voice could be heard.
"This is John Winchester, I can't be reached," I heard dad's voice. "If this is an emergency, call my son Dean, 785-555-0179, he can help" It ended. Sam stood up and walked away, and I saw tears in his eyes. I looked over at Dean, who stared out.
I leaned my head on his shoulder. "I hope we find dad," I whispered, letting him know that I did care.
"Ya, me too." He responded. We both got off the car and back in, where Sam was waiting.