The siblings rush into the airport and check the Departure board.
"Right there. They're boarding in thirty minutes."
"Okay. We still have some cards to play. We need to find a phone," Dean picks up a courtesy phone.
"Airport Services."
"Hi. Gate thirteen."
"Who are you calling, sir?
"I'm trying to contact an Amanda Walker. She's a flight attendant on the flight, um...flight 4-2-4," Dean's silent for a moment. "Come on."
"This is Amanda Walker."
"Miss Walker. Hi, this is Dr. James Hetfield from St. Francis Memorial Hospital. We have a Karen Walker here."
"Karen?"
"Nothing serious, just a minor car accident, but she was injured, so-"
"Wa-wait, that's impossible. I just got off the phone with her." Dean pauses.
"You what?"
"Five minutes ago. She's at her house, cramming for a final. Who is this?"
"Uh, well...there must be some mistake."
"And how would you even know I was here?" Sam and Y/N go around Dean to try to hear what's going on. "Is this one of Vince's friends?"
"Guilty as charged."
"Wow. This is unbelievable."
"He's sorry."
"Well, you tell him to mind his own business and stay out of my life, okay?"
"Yes, but...he needs to see you tonight, so— "
"No, I'm sorry. It's too late."
"Don't be like that. Come on. The guy's a mess. Really. It's pathetic."
"Really?"
"Oh, yeah."
"Look, I've got to go. Um...tell him to call me when I land." Amanda hangs up.
"No, no. Wait, Amanda. Amanda! Dammit! So close."
"All right, it's time for plan B. We're getting on that plane," Sam says.
"Whoa, whoa, now just hold on a second." Dean is wide-eyed.
"Dean, that plane is leaving with a hundred passengers on board, and if we're right, that plane is gonna crash."
"I know."
"Okay. So, we're getting on the plane, we need to find that demon and exorcise it. I and Y/N will get the tickets. You get whatever you can out of the trunk. Whatever that will make it through the security. Meet us back here in five minutes," Sam says. Dean looks at him anxiously.
"I and Dean will go to the trunk, you get the tickets," Y/N says as she walks away, pulling Dean with her.
"Are you okay?" She asks.
"No, not really."
"What? What's wrong?"
"Well, I kind of have this problem with, uh..."
"Flying?"
"It's never really been an issue until now."
"You're joking right?"
"Do I look like I'm joking? Why do you think I like driving everywhere, Y/N?"
"All right. Uh, I'll get the stuff, and I and Sammy will go," Dean stops walking.
"What?"
"I and Sammy will do this one on our own," Y/N stops and turns to face Dean.
"What are you, nuts? You heard Sammy yourself, the plane's gonna crash."
"Dean, we can all do it together, or I and Sammy can do this one by ourselves. I'm not seeing a third option, here."
"Come on! Really? Man..."
==
"Flight attendants, please cross-check doors before departure." Y/N is in the aisle seat and is anxiously reading the safety card, Dean sits in the middle, while Sam sits on the window seat.
"Just try to relax," Y/N whispers, Dean using his free hand to hold onto Y/N's arm.
"Just try to shut up," the plane takes off, with Dean jumping at every rumble and sound, making him grip Y/N's arm tighter. Sam smirks as she sighs.
==
Dean is leaning back, humming to himself. Sam and Y/N look at him.
"You're humming Metallica?" Sam questions.
"Calms me down."
"Look, man, I get you're nervous, all right? But you got to stay focused," Y/N says, smiling reassuringly.
"Okay."
"I mean, we got thirty-two minutes and counting to track this thing down, or whoever it's possessing, anyway, and perform a full-on exorcism," Sam says.
"Yeah, on a crowded plane. That's gonna be easy."
"Just take it one step at a time, all right? Now, who is it possessing?"
"It's usually gonna be somebody with some sort of weakness, you know, a chink in the armor that the demon can worm through. Somebody with an addiction or some sort of emotional distress," Dean says.
"Well, this is Amanda's first flight after the crash. If I were her, I'd be pretty messed up."
"Mm-hm." Y/N turns to a flight attendant "Excuse me. Are you Amanda?"
"No, I'm not."
"Oh, my mistake."
"Mm-hmm." Y/N looks to the back of the plane at Amanda.
"All right, well, that's got to be Amanda back there, so I'll go talk to her, and, uh, I'll get a read on her mental."
"What if she's already possessed?"
"There are ways to test that." Dean goes into his bag and comes out with a Virgin Mary-shaped bottle of water. "I brought holy water."
"No." Sam snatches the bottle and tucks it inside his hoodie. "I think we can go more subtle. If she's possessed, she'll flinch at the name of God."
"Oh. Nice." Dean passes by Y/N and turns to go.
"Hey." Sam calls.
"What?" Dean replies.
"Say it in Latin."
"I know." Dean leaves again.
"Okay. Hey!" Y/N calls.
"What?!"
"Uh, in Latin, It's "Christo"."
"Dude, I know! I'm not an idiot." Dean makes his way to the back of the plane, thumping a seat once after the plane shakes.
"Ladies and gentlemen, this is your first officer speaking..." At the back of the plane, Amanda is fussing with the drink cart and napkins.
"Hi."
"Hi. Can I help you with something"?
"Oh, no. I'm just a bit of an uneasy flier. It makes me feel better to walk around a little bit."
"Oh, it happens to the best of us."
"Of course, you being a stewardess, I guess flying comes easy to you" Amanda laughs.
"You'd be surprised."
"Really? You're a nervous flier?"
"Yeah, maybe, a little bit."
"How is it that, being a stewardess, you're scared to fly?"
"Kind of a long story."
"Right. I'm sorry for asking."
"It's okay."
"You ever consider other employment."
"No. Look, everybody's scared of something. I just, uh...I'm not gonna let it hold me back."
"Huh."
"So.."
"Christo" Dean says quietly.
"I'm sorry. Did you say something?" Dean hesitates.
"Christo?"
"I-I didn't, I didn't."
"Yeah, nothing. Never mind." Dean returns to Sam and Y/N.
"Okay."
"All right, well, she's got to be the most well-adjusted person on the planet."
"You said, Christo?" Sam says.
"Yeah."
"And?" Y/N asks.
"There's no demon in her. There's no demon getting in her."
"So, if it's on the plane, it can be anyone. Anywhere." The plane shakes.
"Come on! That can't be normal!" Dean mutters.
"Hey, hey, it's just a little turbulence," Y/N says, gripping Dean's arm.
"Guys, this plane is going to crash, okay? So, quit treating me like I'm friggin' four."
"You need to calm down."
"Yes, you can."
"Dude, stop the touchy-feely, self-help yoga crap, it's not helping."
"Listen, if you're panicked, you're wide open to demonic possession, so you need to calm yourself down. Right now," Dean takes a long, slow breath.
"Good," Y/N says, she begins flicking through the journal. "Now, I found an exorcism in here that I think is gonna work. The Rituale Romanum," Y/N says.
"What do we have to do?" Dean asks.
"It's two parts. The first part expels the demon from the victim's body. It makes it manifest, which makes it more powerful," Sam explains.
"More powerful?"
"Yeah."
"How?" Dean asks.
"Well, it doesn't need to possess anyone anymore. It can just wreak havoc on its own," Y/N says.
"Oh. And why is that a good thing?"
"Well, because the second part sends the bastard back to hell once and for all."
"First things first, we got to find it," Dean walks slowly up the aisle with his EMF meter, getting odd looks but no readings. Sam suddenly claps him on the shoulder, and he jumps.
"Ah! Don't do that."
"Anything?"
"No, nothing. How much time we got."
"Fifteen minutes. Maybe we miss somebody."
"You believe that?"
"Well, I will if you will." Dean looks down as the EMF meter spikes. The Copilot exits the bathroom and heads toward the cockpit.
"What? What is it?"
"Christo" The Co-pilot turns slowly to face them he turns around and his eyes are black. He then turns and goes back into the cockpit. The three looks at each other.
==
Sam, Dean, and Y/N head to the back of the plane toward Amanda.
"She's not gonna believe this."
"Twelve minutes, dude."
"Oh, hi. Flight's not too bumpy for you, I hope."
"That's kind of what we need to talk to you about," Sam closes the curtain.
"Um, okay. What can I do for you?" Amanda asks.
"All right, look, we know you were on flight 2485," Y/N's smile disappears.
"Who are you guys?"
"Now, we've spoken to some of the other survivors. We know something brought down that plane and it wasn't a mechanical failure," Y/N says.
"We need your help because we need to stop it from happening again. Here. Now."
"I'm sorry, I—I'm very busy. I have to go back-" She tries to push past Dean but is stopped by him.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Wait a second. I'm not gonna hurt you, okay? But listen to me, uh...The pilot in 2485, Chuck Lambert. He's dead."
"Wait. What? What, Chuck is dead?"
"He died in a plane crash. Now, that's two plane crashes in two months. That doesn't strike you as strange?" Y/N says.
"I-" Amanda is cut off from Sam.
"Look, there was something wrong with 2485. Now maybe you sensed it, maybe you didn't. But there's something wrong with this flight, too."
"Amanda, you have to believe us" Dean pleads.
"On...on 2485, there was this man. He...had these eyes."
"Yes. That's exactly what we're talking about."
"I don't understand, what are you asking me to do?"
"Okay. The co-pilot, we need you to bring him back here" Dean says.
"Why? What does he have to do with anything?"
"Don't have time to explain. We just need to talk to him. Okay?"
"How am I supposed to go in the cockpit and get the co-pilot-"
"Do whatever it takes. Tell him there's something broken back here, whatever will get him out of that cockpit".
"Do you know that I could lose my job if you-"Amanda is cut off from Dean.
"Okay, well you're gonna lose a lot more if you don't help us out" Amanda hesitates.
"Okay," Amanda leaves and goes to the cockpit. She knocks on the door and says something inaudible to the co-pilot, who follows her back. Sam and Dean pull out the holy water, and Y/N pulls out John's journal and opens it.
"Yeah, what's the problem?" Dean punches him in the face, knocking him down, and puts duct tape over his mouth.
"Wait. What are you doing? You said you were just gonna talk to him."
"We are gonna talk to him" Dean splashes holy water on his skin, which sizzles.
"Oh, my god. What's wrong with him?"
"Look. We need you calm. We need you outside the curtain".
"Well, I don't understand- I don't know".
"Don't let anybody in, okay? Can you do that? Can you do that? Amanda"
"Okay. Okay," Amanda leaves.
"Hurry up Y/N. I don't know how much longer we can hold him"?
"Regna terrae, cantata Deo, satellite Domino-" The demon breaks free briefly and hits all three until Dean manages to subdue him again. Y/N picks up where she left off. The demon knocks Y/N and Dean off again and pulls the tape off his mouth. He grabs Sam by the collar.
"I know what happened to your girlfriend! She must have died screaming! Even now, she's burning!" Dean and Y/N recover, and she hits the Demon as Sam sits there, stunned. She then picks up the journal.
"Sam!" Dean shouts. Sam recovers as Y/N starts reading again. Both Sam and Dean are now pinning the Demon down. The demon then kicks Y/N, sending the journal up the aisle.
"I got him" The Demon looks to Y/N and into her eyes, its own seemingly realizing and recognizing something before it exits the Co-pilot's body and disappears into a vent "Where'd it go?"
"It's in the plane. Hurry up. We got to finish it".
The plane suddenly dips and heaves violently. Sam struggles to retrieve the book as Dean splays himself against the exit door screaming. Y/N sits with her back to the wall, grabbing onto whatever she can to keep her stable. Sam manages to grab the book and reads the rest of the exorcism. A bright electrical charge runs through the entire plane, which then levels out. Various people ask if everyone's okay. Amanda sighs in relief. Dean and Y/N come out from behind the curtain as Sam sighs.
==
The passengers from the flight are disembarking in an area milling with uniformed agents. The Co-pilot is seated in a wheelchair with a blanket wrapped around him, being questioned by an agent.
"Sir, can you tell me what happened?"
"I don't know. I was walking through the airport, and then it all went blank. I don't even remember getting on the plane" Amanda is being questioned by another agent.
"Anything else?"
"No, that's all" She sees Sam, Dean, and Y/N standing across the way and mouths "Thank you". They nod.
"Let's get out of here" The three head for the exit. "You, okay?" Sam stops and turns.
"Dean, it knew about Jessica".
"Sam, these things, they read minds. They lie. All right? That's all it was".
"Yeah"
"Come on"
==
"Nobody knows what you guys did, but I do. A lot of people could have been killed" Jerry shakes their hands "Your dad's gonna be real proud.
"We'll see you around, Jerry" Y/N begins to head off.
"You know, Jerry," she says.
"Yeah"
"I meant to ask you, how did you get my cell phone number, anyway? I've only had it for like six months" Y/N says.
"Your dad gave it to me."
"I mean, I didn't exactly talk to him, but I called his number. His voice message said to give you a call. Thanks again, guys" Jerry leaves.
==
"This doesn't make any sense, man. I've called Dad's number like fifty times. It's been out of service" Y/N dials a number. As the voice message begins, she turns it so Sam and Dean can hear too.
"This is John Winchester. I can't be reached. If this is an emergency, call my daughter, Y/N. 785-555-0179. She can help" Sam fumes and gets into the car, followed by Dean and Y/N and they drive off.
==
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Original Post: 27/07/2019
Last Edited: 10/05/2024