As the door opened, Dean awoke and slipped a hand under his pillow for a weapon. He glanced at Adeline and Eva to see them fast asleep, and angled his body in front of theirs.

He turned to see Sam entering, carrying coffee and pastries.

"Morning, sunshine," Sam greeted. "Adeline, wake up."

"What time is it?" Dean asked groggily.

"Uh, it's about 4:45."

"In the morning?"

"Yep."

Adeline yawned and sat up as she rubbed her eyes and asked, "Sam, you get any sleep?"

Sam nodded. "Yeah, I grabbed a couple hours."

"Liar," Dean said. "'Cause Adeline and I were up at three, and you were watching a George Foreman informercial."

"Hey, what can I say? It's riveting TV."

"When was the last time you got a good night's sleep?"

Sam shrugged. "I don't know, a little while, I guess. It's not a big deal."

"Yeah, it is."

"Look, I appreciate your concern-"

"Oh, I'm not concerned about you. It's your job to keep my as, Adeline's and Anna's alive, so we need you sharp."

Adeline rocked her fussing daughter. "Be honest, are you still having nightmares about Jess?"

Sam crossed the room, sat on the other bed, handed a coffee to Dean and Adeline. "Yeah. But it's not just her. It's everything. I just forgot, you know? This job. Man, it gets to you."

"You can't let it," Dean told him. "You can't bring it home like that."

"So, what? All this it... never keeps you two up at night?"

"Never? You're never afraid?"

"No, not really."

Sam reached under Dean's pillow to pull out a large hunting knife and held it up as evidence.

Dean took the knife back. "That's not fear. That is precaution."

"All right, whatever. I'm too tired to argue."

Dean's phone rang and he answered. "Hello?"

"Dean, it's uh, it's Jerry Panowski. You and your dad helped me out a couple years back."

"Oh, right, yeah. Up in Kittanning, Pennsylvania, the poltergeist thing. It's not back, is it?"

"No. No. Thank God, no. But it's something else, and... uh, I think it could be a lot worse."

"What is it?"

"Can we talk in person?"

Dean eyed Sam and Adeline and they eyed him back.

---

The Impala drove down the road and eventually, they reached the hangar.

Jerry greeted the hunters . "Thanks for making the trip so quick. I ought to be doing you guys a favor, not the other way around. Dean and your dad really helped me out."

"Yeah, he told me," Sam said with a nod. "It was a poltergeist?"

"Poltergeist? Man, I loved that movie," a man stated.

Adeline chuckled softly at the man's comment.

"Hey, nobody's talking to you. Keep walking," Jerry told him. "Damn right it was a poltergeist, practically tore our house apart. Tell you something. If it wasn't for you and your dad, I probably wouldn't be alive. Your dad said you were off at college. Is that right?"

"Yeah, I was. I'm-taking some time off," Sam said.

"Well, he was real proud of you. I could tell. He talked about you all the time."

"He did?"

"You bet he did. Oh, hey, you know I tried to get a hold of him, but I couldn't. How's he doing, anyway?"

"He's, um, wrapped up in a job right now," Dean replied.

"Well, we're missing the old man, but we get Sam and Adeline. Even trade, right?"

Dean laughed as Sam said, "No, not by a long shot."

"I got something I want you guys to hear."

Jerry led them to his office and gestured to the black box. "I listened to this. And, well, it sounded like it was up your alley." He put a CD in a drive. "Normally, I wouldn't have access to this. It's the cockpit voce recorder for United Britannia Flight 2485. It was one of ours."

"Mayday! Mayday! Repeat! 2485-immediate instruction... may be experiencing some mechanical failure..." There was a loud whooshing sound.

"Took off from here, crashed about two hundred miles south. Now, they're saying mechanical failure. Cabin depressurized somehow. Nobody knows why. Over a hundred people on board. Only seven got out alive. Pilot was one. His name is Chuck Lambert. He's a good friend of mine. Chuck is, uh... well, he's pretty broken up about it. Like it was his fault."

"You don't think it was?" Sam asked.

"No, I don't."

Adeline looked up. "Jerry, we're going to need passenger manifests, um, a list of survivors."

Jerry nodded. "All right."

"And, uh, any way we can take a look at the wreckage?"

"The other stuff is no problem. But the wreckage... fellas, lady, the NTSB has it locked down in an evidence warehouse. No way I've got that kind of clearance."

Dean frowned. "No problem."

---

The trio made their way to a Copy Jack. Dean went inside, leaving Adeline, holding Eva, and Sam by the Impala.

Eventually, Dean exited and a pretty woman entered.

"Hey," the woman greeted.

"Hi," Dean replied.

Sam frowned. "You've been in there forever."

Dean held up three IDs. "You can't rush perfection."

Sam and Saoirse looked at the IDs. "Homeland security?" Sam took one and Adeline took another. "That's pretty illegal, even for us."

"Yeah, well, it's something new. You know? People haven't seen it a thousand times."

Adeline met his eyes. "I appreciate this, but I'll be staying outside with my daughter."

Dean nodded. "It's okay, Sam and I can handle the plane."

They got in the car and Dean asked, "All right, so, what do you two got?"

"Well, there's definitely EVP on the cockpit voice recorder," Sam instructed.

"Yeah?"

"Listen." Sam played the tape.

A scratchy voice said, "No survivors!"

""No survivors"?" Dean repeated. "What's that supposed to mean? There were seven survivors."

Adeline shrugged. "Not sure."

"So, what are you two thinking? A haunted flight?"

"There's a long history of spirits and death omens on planes and ships, like phantom travelers," Sam replied.

"Mm-hmm."

"Or remember Flight 401?"

"Right. The one that crashed, the airline that salvaged some of its parts, put it in other plans, then the spirit of the pilot and copilot haunted those flights."

"Right," Sam and Adeline said.

"Yep."

"Maybe we've got a similar deal," Adeline guessed.

Dean glanced at her. "All right, so, survivors, which one do you want to talk to first?"

"Third on the list: Max Jaffey," Sam said.

Dean frowned. "Why him?"

"Well, for one, he's from around here. And two, if anyone saw anything weird, he did."

"What makes you say that?"

"Well, Sam and I spoke to his mother," Adeline replied.

As they reached the Riverfront Psychiatric Hospital, Sam added, "And she told us where to find him."

---

Inside the hospital garden, Max was walking between Sam and Dean and Adeline, holding Eva, was walking behind them.

Max frowned. "I don't understand. I already spoke with Homeland Security."

Dean nodded. "Right. Some new information has come up. So if you could just answer a couple questions..."

"Just before the plan went down, did you notice anything... unusual?" Sam asked.

"Like what?"

"Strange lights, weird noises, maybe. Voices," Adeline said.

"No, nothing."

"Mr. Joffey-" Dean began.

"Jaffey."

"Jaffey. You checked yourself in here, right?" Max nodded. "Can I ask why?"

Max frowned. "I was a little stressed. I survived a plane crash."

"Sure. And that's what you were terrified you? That's what you were afraid of?"

"I... I don't want to talk about this anymore."

Adeline stared at Max. "See, I think you maybe did see something up there. We need to know what."

Max shook his head. "No. No, I was... delusional. Seeing things."

"He was seeing things," Dean repeated.

"It's okay," Sam reassured. "Then just tell us what you thought you saw, please."

"There was... this-man," Max began. "And, uh, he had these... eyes-these, uh... black eyes. And I saw him - or I thought I saw him..."

"What?" Dean pressed.

"He opened the emergency exit. But that's... that's impossible, right? I mean, I looked it up. There's something like two tons of pressure on that door."

"Yeah."

"This man, uh, did he seem to appear and disappear rapidly?" Sam questioned. "It would look something like a mirage?"

"What are you, nuts?" Max shot back as Sam tilted his head. "He was a passenger. He was sitting right in front of me."

The four drove off and pulled up in front of a house.

"So here we are," Sam said. "George Phelps, seat 20C."

"Hmm," Dean hummed. "Man, I don't care how strong you are." The trio exited the car. "Even yoked up on PCP or something, no way you can open up an emergency door during a flight."

"Not if you're human," Sam said. "But maybe this guy George was something else. Some kind of creature, maybe, in human form."

Adeline pointed to the house. "Does that look like a creature's lair to you?"

Sam turned to look at the perfectly ordinary house.

---

Inside the house, Dean, Sam and Adeline, holding her daughter, sat across from Mrs. Phelps.

Sam looked at a framed photograph before asking, "This is your late husband?"

"Yes, that was my George," Mrs. Phelps replied.

"And you said he was a... dentist?" Dean questioned.

"Mm-hm. He was headed to a convention in Denver. Do you know that he was petrified to fly? For him to go like that..."

"How long were you married?" Adeline inquired.

"13 years."

"In all that time, did you ever notice anything... strange about him, anything out of the ordinary?" Sam asked.

"Well... uh, he had acid reflux, if that's what you mean."

The three hunters shared a look.

As they walked down the stairs out front, Sam said, "I mean it goes without saying. It just doesn't make any sense."

"A middle-aged dentist with an ulcer is not exactly evil personified. You know what we need to do is get inside that NTSB warehouse, check out the wreckage."

"Okay. But if we're gonna go that route, we'd better look the part."

---

They made their way to Mort's For Style and the boys purchased black suits with white shirts.

As they exited, Sam adjusted his collar and Dean said, "Man, I look like one of the Blues Brothers."

"No, you don't," Sam replied. "You look more like a... seventh-grader at his first dance."

Dean looked down at himself. "I hate this thing."

"Hey. You want into that warehouse or not?"

Adeline stared at Dean a moment and cleared her throat before saying, "Come on. We're wasting time."

Dean started the Impala, Sam sitting shotgun and Adeline and Eva in back.

---

The boys entered the warehouse and showed their badges to the security guard who nodded and let them in. As they walked among plane wreckage, Dean pulled out a device and put earbuds in.

"What is that?" Sam asked.

"It's an EMF meter," Dean answered. "Reads electromagnetic frequencies."

"Yeah, I know what an EMF meter is, but why does that one look like a busted-up walkman?"

"'Cause that's what I made it out of." He grinned.

"Yeah, I can see that."

Dean's grin disappeared and he ran the EMF meter over a piece of wreckage with yellow dust and got an audible spike. "Check out the emergency door handle."

Dean scratched at the yellow dust and got some on his hand.

"What is this stuff?" Dean asked as he wiped his hand on Sam's suit jacket.

"One way to find out," Sam replied as he scraped some of the yellow dust off into a bag.

They paused, hearing something.

The two of them darted outside. They peered around a corner and walked out casually. An alarm blared and they ran to the gated exit. Dean pulled off his suit jacket and threw it over the barbed wire at the top of the fence and they climbed over.

Dean grabbed the jacket. "Well, these monkey suits do come in handy." He ran off and Sam followed.

---

They made their way to Jerry's office to have him investigate the yellow powder.

"Huh," Jerry noted. "That stuff is covered in sulfur."

"You're sure?" Sam asked.

"Take a look for yourself."

There were banging sounds from outside the office and a man said, "You elfin' piece of crap..."

"If you fellows and lady will excuse me, I have an idiot to fire." Jerry left and Dean and Adeline went to look into the microscope. Sam took Eva from Adeline. "Hey. Einstein. Yeah, you. What the heck are you doing? Put the wrench down-"

"Hmm," Dean hummed. "You know, there's not too many things that leave behind a sulfuric residue."

"Demonic possession?" Sam guessed.

"It would explain how a mortal man would have the strength to open up an emergency hatch."

"If the guy was possessed, it's possible," Adeline said.

"This goes way beyond floating over a bed or barfing pea soup. I mean, it's one thing to possess a person, but to use them to take down an entire airplane?"

"Either of you ever heard of something like this before?" Sam asked.

Dean and Adeline shook their heads. "Never."

---

They made their way back to the motel room to do research. Images and articles were taped to the walls and strewn across the beds. Sam was looking at something on the computer. Dean read something on one bed while sitting on the other. Adeline was changing her daughter.

"So, every religion in every world culture has the concept of demons and demonic possession, right?" Sam said. "I mean, Christian, Native American, Hindu, you name it."

Dean nodded. "Yeah, but none of them describe anything like this."

"Well, that's not exactly true. You see according to Japanese beliefs, certain demons are behind certain disasters, both natural and man-made. One causes earthquakes, another causes diseases."

"And this one causes plane crashes?" Adeline questioned, glancing up.

Dean stood. "All right, so, what? We have a demon that's evolved with the times and found a way to ratchet up the body count?"

"Yeah," Sam confirmed. "You know, who knows how many planes it's brought down before this one?"

Dean snorted and turned away.

"What?" Sam and Adeline asked.

"I don't man, Adeline . This isn't our normal gig. I mean, demons, they don't want anything, just death and destruction for its own sake. This is big. And I wish Dad was here."

"Yeah. Me too," Sam admitted.

Dean's phone rang and he answered. "Hello?"

"Dean, it's Jerry."

"Oh, hey, Jerry."

"My pilot friend... Chuck Lambert is dead."

"Wha-Jerry, I'm sorry. What happened?"

"He and his buddy went up in a small twin about an hour ago. The plane went down."

"Where'd this happen?"

"About sixty miles west of here, near Nazareth."

"I'll try to ignore the irony in that."

"I'm sorry?"

"Nothing. Jerry, hang in there, all right? We'll catch up with you soon." Dean hung up.

"Another crash?" Sam and Adeline asked.

Dean nodded. "Yeah. Let's go."

"Where?"

"Nazareth."

---

The Impala drove past a road sign that read, NAZARETH 3. Black smoke was visible in the distance.

---

In his office, Jerry looked through a microscope.

"Sulfur?" Dean questioned as Jerry nodded. "Well, that's great. All right, that's two plane crashes involving Chuck Lambert. This demon sounds like it was after him."

"With all due respect to Chuck if that's the case, that would be the good news," Sam said.

"What's the bad news?"

"Chuck's plane went down exactly forty minutes into flight. And get this, so did Flight 2485."

"Forty minutes?" Jerry repeated. "What does that mean?"

"It's Biblical numerology," Adeline explained. "Noah's Ark, it rained for forty days. The number means death."

"Any survivors?" Dean asked.

Sam shook his head. "No. Or until now, at least, not until Flight 2485, for some reason. On the cockpit voice recorder, remember what the EVP said?"

""No survivors,"" Dean and Adeline said.

Dean thought for a moment. "It's going after all the survivors. It's trying to finish the job."

---

That night, Dean drove while Sam spoke on the phone.

"Really?" Sam asked. "Well, thank you for taking our survey. And if you do plan to fly, please don't forget your friends at United Britannia Airlines. Thanks." He hung up. "All right. That takes care of Blaine Sanderson and Dennis Holloway. They're not flying anytime soon."

Dean frowned. "So our only wildcard is the flight attendant Amanda Walker."

"Right. Her sister Karen said her flight leaves Indianapolis at 8 PM. It's her first night back on the job."

"That sounds like just our luck."

Sam looked at his brother. "Dean, this is a five-hour drive, man, even with you behind the wheel."

Adeline leaned forward. "Call Amanda's cell again, see if we can't head her off at the pass."

Sam glanced back at her. "I already left three voice messages. She must have turned her cell phone off. God, we're never gonna make it."

"We'll make it," Dean said as he accelerated.

----

They reached the airport and rushed inside to check the Departure board.

Sam found the flight and pointed to it. "Right there. They're boarding in 30 minutes."

Dean picked up a courtesy phone and a voice said, "Airport security."

"Hi," Dean said. "Gate 13."

"Who are you calling, sir?"

"I'm trying to contact an Amanda Walker. She's a flight attendant on Flight, um... Flight 424."

At Gate 13, the PA said, "Amanda Walker, Amanda Walker, you have a phone call. White courtesy phone, Gate 13."

Amanda approached the gate, hearing the announcement and picked up the phone.

"Come on," Dean muttered.

"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 paused. "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 Adeline, holding Eva, went around Dean to try to hear what was going on.

"Is this one of Vince's friends?"

Dean smiled awkwardly. "Guilty as charged."

"Wow. This is unbelievable."

"He's really sorry."

"Well, you tell him to mind his own business and stay out of my life, okay?"

"Yes, but... he really 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." She hung up.

"No, no. Wait, Amanda. Amanda!"

Dean hung the phone up and cried, "Damn it! So close."

"All right, it's time for plan B," Sam said. "We're getting on that plane."

Dean said, "Whoa, whoa, now just hold on a second."

Adeline frowned. "Sam, with a baby flying won't be fun. Not that this would be anyway given what we know."

Sam looked at his brother and Adeline, the former of whom had wide eyes. "Dean, that plane is leaving with over a hundred passengers on board, and if we're right, that plane is gonna crash."

"I know," Dean replied.

"Okay. So we're getting on that plane, we need