to find that demon and exorcise it. I'll get the tickets. You two get whatever you can out of the trunk. Whatever that will make it through the security. Meet me back here in five minutes." Dean looked at him anxiously. "Are you okay?"

"No, not really."

"What? What's wrong?"

"Well, I kind of have this problem with, uh..." He made the motion with a hand.

"Flying?"

"It's never really been an issue until now."

"You're joking, right?"

"Does I look like I'm joking? Why do you think I drive everywhere, Sam?"

Sam looked between them. "All right. Uh, I'll go."

"What?" Dean asked.

"I'll do this one on my own."

Dean frowned. "What are you, nuts? You said it yourself, the plane's gonna crash."

"Dean, Adeline, we can do it together, or I can do this one by myself. I'm not seeing a third option, here."

"Come on! Really? Man..."

Adeline gave Dean a small smile. "Let's just focus on killing that demon."

They boarded the plane and Dean was in the aisle seat. Adeline was in the window seat with her daughter on her lap and Sam was in the middle. Dean anxiously read the safety card.

"Just try to relax," Sam told his brother.

"Just try to shut up," Dean shot back.

The plane took off with Dean jumping at every rumble and sound and Sam smirked. Eva screamed at the sudden drop in pressure and Adeline consoled her as best a she could.

Dean leaned back and hummed to himself. Sam glanced at him. "You're humming Metallica?"

"Calms me down," Dean said.

"Look, man, I get you're nervous, all right? But you got to stay focused."

Dean nodded. "Okay."

"I mean, we got 32 minutes and counting to track this thing down, or whoever it's possessing, anyway, and perform a full-on exorcism."

"Yeah, on a crowded plane," Dean muttered. "That's gonna be easy."

"Just take it one step at a time, all right? Now, who is it possessing?"

Adeline glanced around as she said, "It's usually gonna be somebody with some sort of weakness, like a chink in the armor that the demon can snake through. Someone with an addiction or some sort of emotional distress."

"Well, this is Amanda's first flight after the crash. If I were here, I'd be pretty messed up."

"Mm-hmm."

Dean turned to a flight attendant. "Excuse me. Are you Amanda?"

"No, I'm not," the flight attendant replied.

"Oh, my mistake."

"Mm-hmm."

Dean looked 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 state."

"What if she's already possessed?" Sam asked.

"There's ways to test that," Dean went into his bag and came out with a Virgin Mary-shaped bottle of water. "I brought holy water."

"No." Sam snatched the bottle and stuck 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." He turned to go.

"Hey."

Dean turned. "What?"

"Say it in Latin."

"I know." He left again

"Okay. Hey!"

"What?!"

"Uh, in Latin, it's "Christo"."

"Dude, I know! I'm not an idiot!" Dean made his way to the back of the plane and thumped a seat once after the plane shook.

"Ladies and gentlemen, this is your first officer speaking..." the copilot began.

Amanda was fussing with the drink cart and napkins.

"Hi," Dean greeted.

Amanda looked up and smiled. "Hi. Can I help you with something?"

"Oh, no. I'm a 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 laughed. "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..."

Dean quietly said, "Christo."

Amanda frowned. "I'm sorry. Did you say something?"

Dean hesitated. "Christo?"

"I-I don't, I didn't..."

"Yeah, nothing," Dean said. "Never mind."

Dean returned to his seat.

"Okay," Amanda mumbled.

As Dean sat in his seat, he said, "All right, well, she's got to be the most-well adjusted person on the planet."

"You said "Christo"?" Sam asked.

Dean nodded. "Yeah."

"And?"

"There's no demon in her. There's no demon getting in her."

"So, if it's on the plan, it can be anyone. Anywhere."

The plane shook and Adeline held her daughter a little tighter.

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

"Hey, hey, it's just a little turbulence," Sam reassured.

"Sam, this plane is going to crash, okay? So quit treating me like I'm friggin' four!"

Sam glanced at him. "You need to calm down."

"Well, I'm sorry I can't."

"Yes, you can."

Dean glared. "Dude, stow 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 took a long, slow breath.

"Good," Sam said, satisfied. "Now, I found an exorcism in here that I think is gonna work. The Rituale Romanum."

"What do we have to do?" Dean asked.

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

"More powerful?" Adeline asked.

"Yeah."

"How?"

"Well, it doesn't need to possess someone anymore. It can just wreak havoc on its own."

"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 said.

Dean walked slowly up the aisle with his EMF meter, getting odd looks but no readings. Adeline remained in her seat with Eva. Sam clapped his brother on the shoulder and he jumped.

"Ah!" Dean exclaimed. "Don't do that."

"Anything?"

Dean shook his head. "No, nothing. How much time we got?"

"15 minutes. Maybe we missed somebody."

"Maybe the thing's just not on the plane."

Sam glanced at her. "You believe that?"

"I will if you will."

Dean looked down as the EMF meter spiked. The copilot exited the bathroom and headed towards the cockpit.

"What? What is it?" Sam asked.

"Christo," Dean said.

The copilot shuddered and slowly turned to face them. His eyes were black. He entered the cockpit and Dean looked at Sam.

The two headed to the back of the plane towards Amanda.

"She's not gonna believe this," Sam told his brother.

"12 minutes, dude," Dean warned.

Amanda smiled. "Oh, hi. Flight's not too bumpy for you, I hope."

Dean smiled tightly before saying, "Actually, that's sort of what we need to talk to you about."

Sam closed the curtain and Amanda frowned. "Um, okay. What can I do for you?"

"All right, this is gonna sound nuts, but we just don't have time for the whole "the truth is out there" speech right now."

Sam got straight to business. "All right, look, we know you were on Flight 2485."

Amanda's smile disappeared. "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."

"We need your help because we need to stop it from happening again," Dean told her. "Here. Now."

"I'm sorry, I-I'm very busy. I have to go back-"

Amanda tried to brush past Dean, who stopped her and said, "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?"

"I-"

Sam cut her off. "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."

Seeing her hesitation, Dean said, "Amanda, you need to believe us."

Amanda looked at him and nodded. "On... on 2485, there was this man. He... had these eyes."

"Yes. That's exactly what we're talking about," Sam told her.

"I don't understand, what are you asking me to do?"

"Okay," Dean replied. "The copilot, we need you to bring him back here."

"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 copilot-"

"Do whatever it takes," Sam interrupted. "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-"

"Okay, well you're gonna lose a lot more if you don't help us out," Dean said in a desperate tone.

Amanda hesitated. "Okay." She left and went to the cockpit.

Sam pulled out the holy water. Dean pulled out John's journal and handed it to Sam, who opened it.

"Yeah, what's the problem?" the copilot asked.

Dean punched him in the face, knocking him down. He pinned the copilot to the ground and put duct tape over his mouth.

"Wait. What are you doing?" Amanda asked. "You said you were just gonna talk to him."

"We are gonna talk to him," Dean replied as he splashed holy water on his skin, which sizzled.

"Oh, my God. What's wrong with him?"

"Look, we need you calm. We need you outside the curtain," Sam told her.

"Well, I don't understand-I don't know-"

"Don't let anybody in, okay? Can you do that? Can you do that? Amanda?"

She nodded. "Okay. Okay." She left.

"Hurry up, Sam," Dean said. "I don't know how much longer I can hold him."

Sam began the exorcism. "Regina terra, cantante Deo, psalite Domino-"

The demon broke free and hit them until Dean managed to subdue him again. Sam picked up where he left off. The demon knocked Dean off again and pulled the tape off his mouth. He grabbed Sam by the collar.

"I know what happened to your girlfriend!" the demon taunted. "She must have died screaming! Even now, she's burning!"

Dean recovered and hit the demon as Sam sat there, stunned.

"Sam!" Dean called.

Sam recovered and began reading again. He put the book down and helped Dean pin down the demon, who kicked the book up the aisle.

"I got him," Sam told his brother.

The demon exited the copilot's body and disappeared into a vent.

"Where'd it go?" Sam wondered.

"In the plane!" Dean yelled. "Hurry up. We got to finish it."

The plane suddenly dipped and tugged violently. Sam struggled to grab the book as Dean splayed himself against the exit door and the wall, screaming. Adeline closed her eyes and held a shrieking Eva tighter.

Sam managed to grab the book and read the rest of the exorcism. A bright electrical charge ran through the entire plane, then leveled out.

Various people asked if everyone was okay. Amanda let out a relieved sigh. Dean came out from behind the curtain. Sam stood next to him.

They got off the plane. The copilot was being investigated by an FAA agent and Amanda was being questioned by another agent.

She glanced to the trio who were standing across the way and mouthed, "Thank you." The trio nodded.

"Let's get out of here," Dean suggested.

The three of them headed for the exit and Dean and Adeline asked, "You okay?"

Sam stopped and turned. "Dean, Adeline, it knew about Jessica."

"Sam, these things, they, they read minds. They lie. All right? That's all it was," Dean said.

"Yeah."

"Come on."

At the airport, Jerry said, "Nobody knows what you guys and girl did, but I do. A lot of people could have been killed." He shook his head. "Your dad's gonna be real proud."

"We'll see you around, Jerry," Dean replied as he began to walk away before stopping. "You know, Jerry."

"Yeah."

"I meant to ask you, how did you get my cell phone number, anyway? I've only had it for like six months."

"Your dad gave it to me."

"What?" Sam asked.

"When did you talk to him?" Dean wondered.

"I mean, I didn't exactly talk to him, but I called his number," Jerry said. "His voice message said to give you a call. Thanks again, guys." He left.

As they sat at the airport access, Sam frowned. "This doesn't make any sense man, Adeline. I've called Dad's number like 50 times. It's been out of service."

Dean dialed a number. As the voice message began, he turned it so Sam and Saoirse could hear as well.

"This is John Winchester. I can't be reached. If this is an emergency, call my son, Dean. 785-555-0179. He can help."

Sam fumed and got in the car. Dean and Adeline followed and they drove off.