Hi! Here is the final part to this ;) I have like over 100,000 words written so far. I'm very excited about this series.
Chapter Warnings include violence, cursing and some Dean x Jane moments.
This is an 18+ fic
You found out that Amanda Walker, the flight attendant, was the sole survivor intended to fly. Currently at the Indianapolis airport, you were attempting to convince her to change her plans.
“Don’t be like that, Amanda, guys a mess” Dean's voice echoed from his phone. His brows furrowed as he listened intently, then his expression fell. “Oh yeah,” he said softly into the phone before hanging up with a frustrated sigh.
"Damn it," Dean muttered angrily. "So close."
"Alright, time for plan B. We're getting on that plane," Sam declared, his gaze shifting between you and Dean. You nodded in agreement, but Dean seemed hesitant.
"Now hold on just a second," Dean interjected, eyes widening as he scanned the airport.
"That plane is departing with over a hundred passengers, and if we're right, it's headed for disaster," Sam reasoned, gesturing emphatically. "We need to find the demon and exorcise it."
You noticed Dean's unease, his gaze darting around the bustling terminal with a trace of fear.
"Are you okay?" you asked, studying Dean closely.
"No, not really," Dean admitted reluctantly.
"What's wrong?" Sam inquired, stepping closer to Dean with a concerned expression.
"Well, I kinda have a problem with, uh..." Dean hesitated, nervously gesturing towards the departure gate.
"Flying?" you asked incredulously. Dean Winchester, scared of flying?
"It's never been an issue until now," Dean confessed, his discomfort palpable.
"You're joking, right?" Sam exclaimed, his eyes widening in surprise.
"Does it look like I'm joking?" Dean retorted, his arms falling to his sides. "Why do you think I drive everywhere?"
"Alright, um, we'll go," Sam conceded, motioning towards you.
"What are you, nuts? That plane's gonna crash!" Dean exclaimed loudly, staring at both of you as if you were out of your minds.
"You can come or not, but we have to get on that plane, Dean," you said firmly, glancing at the clock behind you.
"Damn it," Dean groaned
Dean made the decision to board the plane, settling into his seat with you in the middle, and Sam by the window. As the engines roared to life and the plane began to ascend, Dean's anxiety became worse. He gripped the armrests tightly, his knuckles turning white as he stared straight ahead.
"You're humming Metallica?" you asked, trying to distract him from his fear.
"Calms me down," Dean replied shortly, still fixated on the front of the cabin and humming. Sam snorted softly beside you, your shoulders touching.
"Look, man, you've got to calm down and stay focused," Sam advised, his voice gentle yet firm. "We need to track this thing down and exorcise it."
"On a full plane, that'll be easy," Dean scoffed, finally tearing his gaze away from the seat in front of him to glance at Sam and you.
"Just take it one step at a time," you reassured him, offering a small smile. Dean nodded reluctantly.
"Alright, so who's it possessing?" Sam asked, turning his attention to you.
"It's usually someone with a weakness, a vulnerability the demon can exploit—someone with an addiction or emotional distress," Dean explained thoughtfully.
"Well, this is Amanda's first flight since the crash. If I were her, I'd be pretty distressed," Sam said. Just then, a pretty blonde flight attendant passed by.
"Excuse me, are you Amanda?" you asked politely, smiling at her.
"No, I'm not," she replied with a friendly tone.
"Oh my mistake," you said as Dean glanced toward the rear of the plane.
"That's got to be Amanda back there," Dean remarked, gesturing toward the back rows. "I'll go talk to her, get a read on her mental state."
"What if she's already possessed?" Sam interjected, concerned and furrowing his brow.
"There are ways to test that," Dean replied calmly, unzipping his bag to reveal a bottle of holy water.
"We could be more subtle," you suggested, taking the bottle from Dean and handing it to Sam. "If she's possessed, she'll flinch at the name of God."
"Nice," Dean acknowledged, rising from his seat.
"Hey," Sam called out after Dean.
"What?" Dean snapped, turning back to face them.
"Say it in Latin," Sam instructed.
"Okay," Dean agreed with a nod before heading toward the rear of the plane.
"Hey," Sam called again.
"What?" Dean asked, turning back once more.
"Uh, in Latin, it's 'Christo,'" Sam clarified.
"Dude, I know, I'm not an idiot," Dean replied, shaking his head before walking away. You chuckled softly, exchanging a knowing look with Sam.
Dean returned a short while later, taking his seat and looking at you both seriously.
"There's no demon in her, and there's no demon trying to get into her," Dean reported, shaking his head.
"Shit, so if it's on the plane, it could be anyone, anywhere," you remarked, glancing between the two brothers. Suddenly, the plane began to shake, prompting Dean to grab your hand tightly.
"Come on, that can't be normal!" Dean exclaimed, his breathing quickening.
"Hey, hey, it's just a little turbulence," Sam reassured him, placing a comforting hand on Dean's shoulder.
"This plane is gonna crash, so stop treating me like I'm fucking four!" Dean snapped, his grip tightening on your hand.
"You need to calm down," you said softly, meeting Dean's eyes.
"I can't!" Dean replied urgently. "Don't bother with the touchy-feely crap; it's not gonna help."
"If you're panicked, you're wide open to demon possession. You need to calm yourself down," Sam insisted, leaning closer to his brother. Dean nodded and started to inhale deeply.
You began to hum Metallica softly, and after a moment, Dean joined in. Gradually, his breathing slowed, and he looked down to see your intertwined hands. He released his grip, sheepishly apologizing.
"It's okay," you reassured him gently.
"I found an exorcism in here that should work—the Ritual Romano," Sam announced, flipping through John's journal.
"What do we have to do?" you asked, leaning in to examine the text.
"It's in two parts. The first part expels the demon from the person's body, making it manifest, which also makes it more powerful," Sam explained, glancing up from the journal to meet your gaze.
"More powerful? How?" Dean asked, concern evident in his voice.
"It won't need to possess anyone anymore; it can wreak havoc on its own," Sam elaborated.
"And why is that a good thing?" Dean retorted, staring at Sam incredulously.
"Because the second part sends the bastard back to hell for good," Sam replied firmly.
"First things first, we have to find it," you said, nodding in agreement with Sam.
Dean moved forward with the EMF device, luckily it looked like a Walkman, ensuring it didn't draw attention. With only fifteen minutes remaining until the inevitable crash, a gnawing sense of urgency settled in your chest.
"It's the copilot," Dean stated solemnly upon returning to his seat, his expression grave. You sighed deeply, glancing at your watch.
You rose from your seat, motioning for Dean and Sam to follow as you made your way towards Amanda. With every passing moment, the urgency to exorcise the demon intensified. Stepping behind the curtain where Amanda stood near a service cart, you found a brief moment to talk.
"Hi there! Hope your flight isn't too bumpy for you?" Amanda greeted warmly, her smile strained.
"Actually, that's exactly what we need to talk to you about," Dean replied firmly, his jaw set in determination.
You took the lead in explaining everything to Amanda, carefully omitting the supernatural aspects. After some persuasion, Amanda reluctantly agreed to help lure the copilot back to you. Nervous anticipation hung heavy in the air as Amanda knocked on the cockpit door, and the copilot emerged with Amanda in tow. Positioning yourselves strategically on one side of the curtains, Dean wasted no time and delivered a swift punch as soon as the copilot stepped through.
The copilot crumpled to the floor, and you acted swiftly, pinning him down while Dean secured his mouth with duct tape. Amanda's voice quivered with fear as she watched from behind you.
"What are you doing? You said you were just going to talk to him!" Amanda exclaimed in a panicked whisper.
"We are going to talk to him," you assured her calmly as Sam began the exorcism ritual. The copilot writhed in agony as holy water was poured over him, smoke curling from his contorting body.
"Oh my God, what's happening to him?" Amanda gasped, covering her mouth in horror.
"Amanda, stay calm. Stay outside the curtain and don't let anyone in, can you do that?" Sam instructed, his voice steady despite the chaos. You maintained your grip on the copilot's shoulders, feeling his frantic struggles intensify beneath you. Despite Dean's efforts to restrain him, the co pilot managed to break free, throwing Dean off and headbutting you.
You staggered backward, the impact against the door leaving you momentarily stunned. The copilot continued to thrash violently, knocking Sam aside and ripping the duct tape from his mouth in a single motion. Reacting quickly, Dean made a move, wrestling the copilot down again as you scrambled to retrieve the holy water.
“I know what happened to you girlfriend,” He spoke angrily, his eyes turned black and your heart dropped in your stomach. You ignored the feeling and looked at Sam as you stood up.
Sam resumed the Latin incantation, but the demon's strength seemed to grow with each passing moment. In a desperate surge, the copilot knocked the journal from Sam's hands, sending it skidding across the floor.
"I got him!" Sam yelled desperately as the demon snarled, black smoke billowing from its mouth. With a final burst of energy, the copilot's movements slowed, his body going limp as he fell unconscious.
"Where did he go?" you asked urgently, scanning the area for any sign of the demon's presence.
"He's still on the plane. Hurry, we need to finish this," Dean urged, gesturing urgently to Sam. As you stood up to assist, the plane lurched forward violently, throwing everyone off balance. Panic erupted among the passengers, screams echoing through the cabin as the aircraft descended rapidly.
"FUCK!" you shouted, slamming against the wall as gravity intensified, Dean beside you struggling to maintain his footing. The lights flickered, an alarm blared, and turbulence rattled the plane with frightening intensity. Seeking comfort and assurance amidst the terror, you reached out and grasped Dean's hand tightly.
"This isn't how I imagined dying," you thought, your heart racing with fear.
Just as hope seemed to fade, Sam's frantic efforts with the journal finally seemed to bear fruit. The plane stabilized, the lights flickered back on, and relief washed over you as the aircraft resumed its steady flight path.
"Oh, thank God," you breathed out, overwhelmed with gratitude and exhaustion.
The scene at the airport was chaotic, with paramedics and FBI agents bustling around. Amanda stood with an agent, engaged in a conversation. She glanced over at you and mouthed a heartfelt "thank you," to which you nodded in acknowledgment before she turned back to the agent.
"Let's get outta here," Dean's voice broke through the commotion, and you followed his lead as he headed towards the exit. Sam walked beside you, his expression thoughtful and troubled.
"You okay?" Dean asked you, concern etched into his features. You nodded, the adrenaline of the recent events still coursing through your veins.
Sam paused, causing Dean and you to stop as well. His voice was hesitant, burdened with the weight of what had happened.
"Dean, Jane, it... it knew about Jessica," Sam admitted, his voice tinged with disbelief and anger.
"Sam, these things lie, that's all it was," you reassured him, shaking your head slightly.
"You can't believe it," Dean interjected firmly, his voice unwavering.
"Yeah," Sam said after a moment, meeting your gaze as if seeking reassurance.
"Come on," Dean said gently, patting Sam's shoulder and giving you a nudge forward.
As you passed by Sam, you reached out, your fingers lightly brushing his shoulder in a silent gesture of support. He turned towards you, a sad smile playing on his lips, a silent acknowledgment.
"Nobody knows what you guys did but I do. A lot of people could have been killed. Your dad's gonna be real proud," Jerry said, his tone grave yet appreciative, reaching out to shake first Sam's hand, then yours.
"Nice to meet you, Sam and Jane," he added warmly.
"You too," you replied, smiling in response.
"We'll see you around, Jerry," Sam said, nodding to him as Dean started walking around the car to the driver's side. You hopped into the back seat while Sam took the passenger seat up front.
"You know, Jerry, how did you get my phone number anyway?" Dean asked, pausing and turning back to face Jerry. "I've only had it for like six months."
"Your dad gave it to me," Jerry replied, casting a quick glance at the three of you.
"What?" Sam exclaimed, surprised.
"When did you talk to him?" Dean asked.
"I didn't exactly talk to him, I called his phone number. His voice message said to give you a call," Jerry explained. "Thanks again, guys," he added before turning back around and walking away.
The three of you exchanged a look, processing what Jerry had said.
"This doesn't make any sense, guys," Sam said, his brow furrowed in confusion. You had driven a considerable distance before pulling over on the side of the road. "I've called Dad's number like fifty times, it's been out of service."
Dean held up his phone to his ear, leaning in towards Sam and you so you could hear the message playback.
"Hi, this is John Winchester. I can't be reached. If this is an emergency, call my son Dean at 785-555-0179. He can help."
The message ended, and Dean snapped his phone shut. A heavy silence settled among the three of you. Sam abruptly got up, hopping back into the car and closing the door.
"Come on," Dean said to you, gesturing towards the car. You followed, climbing in and driving off, the unexpected message from John weighing heavily on your minds.
