Over the backdrop of a beautiful beach, Hawaiian music plays. A nervous-looking man stands to reveal he's in an airport. He checks his pocket to make sure he has his ticket, goes into the bathroom to throw water on his face. A man enters the bathroom and looks at him. "Nervous flier?" he asks. "It's that obvious, huh?" the man says. "What are the odds of dying in a plane crash, 20,000 to one?" the other man says jovially, and exits the bathroom. "Wow, that's really reassuring, thank you," the ma... read more Over the backdrop of a beautiful beach, Hawaiian music plays. A nervous-looking man stands to reveal he's in an airport. He checks his pocket to make sure he has his ticket, goes into the bathroom to throw water on his face. A man enters the bathroom and looks at him. "Nervous flier?" he asks. "It's that obvious, huh?" the man says. "What are the odds of dying in a plane crash, 20,000 to one?" the other man says jovially, and exits the bathroom. "Wow, that's really reassuring, thank you," the man says without conviction. As he's throwing more water on his face, we hear whispering, then see smoke snaking from a vent above his head. He sees it, too, as it enters his body through his eyes.

On the plane, Amanda, the flight attendant, and Chuck, the pilot, greet each other, then she turns to welcome two passengers aboard the plane--including the guy we just saw in the bathroom. "Have a nice flight, sir," she says. "Oh, I'm counting on it," he says, his eyes black. She gazes at him, nonplussed, but continues to welcome passengers and direct them to their seats.

United Britannia Airlines Flight #2485 takes to the sky. Our nervous passenger asks his seat mate how long they have been up. She checks her watch. "Forty minutes," she reports. "Wow, time really does fly, huh," he says. She nods. He excuses himself; he wants to stretch his legs. He smiles at a young man sitting behind him who finds him peculiar and watches him. When the man starts opening the back door, the young guy yells, "What the hell are you doing??" What he does is give the young inquirer a black-eyed gaze, then flings open the door. He is immediately sucked out of the plane. The door sheers off the back wing and both disappear into the sky.

There is instant pandemonium on the plane as warning bells begin to clang; the drink cart barrels down the isle into a passenger and everyone starts to scream. Oxygen masks fall, the pilot fights to control the out-of-control plane, Amanda struggles to her seat and draws the oxygen mask to her face. read less

The camera pans up the length of the body of the gorgeous Dean Winchester, who is sleeping on his stomach. Luscious butt, slim waist, well-toned arms and handsome profile, God, you do great work! Ahem.

Hearing someone come in, Dean opens an eye and reaches under his pillow, ready to attack. "Morning, Sunshine," says Sam. Hearing it's 5:45, Dean sarcastically says, "Still morning?--where does the day go?" He asks if Sam got any sleep last night. A couple hours, reports Sam. Dean was... read more The camera pans up the length of the body of the gorgeous Dean Winchester, who is sleeping on his stomach. Luscious butt, slim waist, well-toned arms and handsome profile, God, you do great work! Ahem.

Hearing someone come in, Dean opens an eye and reaches under his pillow, ready to attack. "Morning, Sunshine," says Sam. Hearing it's 5:45, Dean sarcastically says, "Still morning?--where does the day go?" He asks if Sam got any sleep last night. A couple hours, reports Sam. Dean was up at three and Sam was watching a George Foreman infomercial. Holding up coffee and breakfast, Sam says, "What can I say, it's riveting TV," with an emphasis on the T. Dean is concerned about Sam's sleep problems, not because he's concerned, but because it's Sam's job to keep Dean's butt alive--"Seriously, I need you sharp--are you still having nightmares about Jess?" Sam sits across from him on the other bed and says yes, but it's not just Jess--"I'd forgotten--this job, it gets to ya." Dean insists you can't let it, can't bring it home with you at night. "It doesn't keep you awake at night?--you're never afraid?" asks Sam. Not really, says Dean. Sam reaches under Dean's pillow and draws out a large, wicked-looking knife. "That's not fair," says Dean, taking the knife from him, "that's precaution." Whatever, says Sam, too tired to argue. The phone rings. It's Jerry Pinowski; John and Dean helped him with a poltergeist problem a few years back in PA; he's got something else, much worse, and needs their help.

Over sumptuous scenery, the Impala drives, and they arrive quickly at their destination, an airport, to a grateful Jerry, who describes to Sam how John and Dean helped him with a poltergeist. "POLTERGEIST?" yells one of the workers, "I loved that movie!" "I wasn't talkin' to you," says Jerry, "keep walkin'!" "Damn right it was a poltergeist," says Jerry, "and if it wasn't for you and your dad, I probably wouldn't be alive." (Nice to see someone grateful, who surely paid, too.) Jerry tells Sam John was really proud of Sam being in college, talked about him all the time. "He did?" asks Sam, surprised, pleased. Jerry tried to get hold of John, but couldn't. "He's wrapped up in a job right now," says Dean, exchanging looks with Sam. "Missin' the old man, you get Sam--even trade," says Jerry. "Not by a long shot," demurs Sam. In Jerry's office, he plays something from the cockpit voice recorder from Flight 2485, one of theirs. The brothers listen to the mayday call, Sam steepling his fingers under his chin. There's something about mechanical failure, then growling. The plane crashed 200 miles south, and they're saying the cabin depressurized somehow, nobody knows how. Over 100 people aboard, seven survived. The pilot, Chuck Lambert, was one, a good friend of Jerry's. Chuck is broken up, blames himself, but Jerry doesn't think it was his fault. Sam says they're going to need passenger manifests and a list of survivors; Dean wants to look at the wreckage. Jerry explains the NTSB has the wreckage locked down in an evidence warehouse, so that's a problem; he doesn't have that kind of clearance. "No problem," Dean assures him.

At a place called Copy Jack, Sam waits outside, Dean joins him. "You've been in there FOREVER," complains Sam. "You can't rush perfection," says Dean, producing two badges that say they're with Homeland Security. "That's pretty illegal, even for us," says Sam. "Something new--people haven't seen it a thousand times," says Dean. In the Impala, Sam tells him there's definitely EVP on the cockpit voice recorder and plays back a voice that says, "NO SURVIVORS!" But there were seven, points out Dean, "so what do you think, a haunted flight? There's a long history of spirits and death omens on planes," says Sam, "ships like phantom travelers, or remember Flight 401?" "They used the parts of that plane on other planes and the spirits of the pilot and co-pilot haunted those flights," recalls Dean. "Maybe we got a similar deal," suggests Sam. Sam volunteers to speak to survivor Max Jaffe, who is residing at the Riverfront Psychiatric Hospital.

Riverfront Psychiatric Hospital - Sam and Dean walk the grounds with Max, who doesn't understand being questioned twice by Homeland Security. "New information has come up," says Dean. "Just before the plane went down, did you notice anything unusual?" asks Sam. "Strange lights, weird noises, voices, maybe?" clarifies Dean. "No, nothin'", says the young man. Dean asks why Max checked himself in here. "I was a little stressed, I survived a plane crash," answers Max, as if that was obvious. "That's what you were afraid of?" asks Dean. Max doesn't want to talk about this anymore. "I think maybe you DID see something up there, we need to know what," insists Dean. "I was delusional," says Max, "seeing things." "It's OK," says Sam soothingly, "just tell us what you THOUGHT you saw--PLEASE." "There was this man," begins Max with difficulty, "he had these eyes, black eyes, and I saw him--I THOUGHT I saw him. . ." "What?" urges Dean. "He opened the Emergency Exit," finishes Max, "but that's impossible, right?. . .I looked it up, there's something like two tons of pressure on that door." "This man--did he seem to appear and disappear--rapidly, it would look something like a mirage?" asks Sam. "What are you, nuts?" asks Max--"he was a passenger, sitting right in front of me."

The Impala pulls up in front of another house--George Phelps, seat 20C. Standing and looking over the top of the car, Dean says, "I don't care how strong you are, even yolked up on PCP or somethin', no way you can open an Emergency door during flight." "Not if you're human," says Sam, "but maybe this guy George was something else, a creature, maybe, in human form?" Gesturing to the house, Dean asks, "Does that look like a creature's lair to you?" Inside the normal-looking home, they speak with George's widow. Sam holds up a photo. "That was my George," she says. He was a dentist, headed to a Denver convention, terrified of flying. They were married 13 years. Sam asks if, during that time, she ever noticed anything strange or out of the ordinary about him. "He had acid reflux, if that's what you mean," she replies. Leaving, they decide a middle-aged dentist with an ulcer isn't exactly evil personified. They need to check out the wreckage. "We need to look the part," says Sam. Which brings them to:

MORT's for style! "Paranoid" by Black Sabbath plays. Exiting the shop, dressed in suits, Dean complains he looks like one of the Blues Brothers. More like a kid going to his first seventh grade dance, teases Sam. "I hate this!" grouses Dean. "You want into this warehouse or not?" asks Sam.

At the cavernous NTSB warehouse, they authoritatively display their new fake badges and are given access to the wreckage of the plane. Dean has created his own EMF meter out of a busted-up Walkman, which doesn't impress Sam much, but it goes crazy over residue left on the handle on the emergency door. Sam scrapes a sample into a jar.

Outside, two REAL inspectors from Homeland Security show up, blowing Sam and Dean's cover, but the brothers sense they're being pursued and quickly exit the warehouse. Hearing an alarm go off, they use Dean's new jacket to climb over the electric fence and race to safely. Before they run off, Dean grabs his jacket off the barbed wire and admits, "These monkey suits did come in handy."

Chuck, the surviving pilot, is nervously biting his nails prior to going up in a two-engine plane with a friend who assures him getting up on this horse is more like getting up on a pony, "I'm gonna be right there with you, too, any time you feel like you don't want the wheel, I'll take over. You don't have to do this today--I'm not tryin' to rush ya." "The waiting is worse," Chuck insists. His friend goes to fill up the tank, but after he leaves, demon smoke descends upon Chuck and enters his eyes.

Jerry examines the residue the brothers found on the plane door under a microscope--sulphur, he says. Hearing commotion outside, he says, "Excuse me, I have an idiot to fire." Dean looks through the microscope and agrees with Jerry; there aren't too many things that leave behind a sulphur-like residue. Demonic possession would explain how a mortal man would have the strength to open an emergency exit door. "If the guy was possessed, it's possible," says Sam. "But this goes way beyond floatin' over a bed or barfing pea soup," says Dean, "I means it's one thing to possess a person, but to use 'em to take down an entire airplane. . ." "Have you EVER heard of somethin' like this before?" asks Sam. "Never," says Dean.

"I'm ready," demon-Chuck cheerfully tells his friend out on the tarmac, "let's do this!" Once up in the air, the possessed pilot says he's feeling great. "We'll have you flying jumbos in no time," Lou assures him. "Let's hope so," says demon-Chuck. At the 40-minute mark, demon-Chuck tells his friend how time really does fly. He deliberately sends the plane heading toward the ground. When his horrified friend demands, "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?", demon-Chuck, eyes black, elbows him in the face, knocking him out. A man on the ground on a tractor watches the plane fly over his head, taking a pole and wires down with it as it crashes.




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Hotel - Behind Sam on the wall hang pictures of planes, demons and newspaper articles. Their beds are covered with open books. Tapping at his computer keys, Sam says, "So, every religion and every world culture has the concept of demons and demonic possession--native Christian, native American, Hindu, you name it." None of them describe anything like this, points out Dean. Not true, says Sam, according to some Japanese beliefs, certain demons are behind certain disasters, both natural and man-ma... read more Hotel - Behind Sam on the wall hang pictures of planes, demons and newspaper articles. Their beds are covered with open books. Tapping at his computer keys, Sam says, "So, every religion and every world culture has the concept of demons and demonic possession--native Christian, native American, Hindu, you name it." None of them describe anything like this, points out Dean. Not true, says Sam, according to some Japanese beliefs, certain demons are behind certain disasters, both natural and man-made, one causes earthquakes, another causes disease." "This one causes plane crashes?" asks Dean. Sam sighs and makes a bitch-face. "So, what?" asks Dean--"we've found a demon that's managed to evolve with the times and ratchet up the body count?" "Yeah," mutters Sam, "ya know, who knows how many planes it's managed to bring down before this one?" Dean chuckles and scratches the back of his head. "This isn't our normal gig," he says, demons, they don't want anything except death and destruction for its own sake--this is big--I wish Dad was here." "Yeah, me too," agrees Sam softly. Dean gets a terrible phone call--Jerry's pilot friend, Chuck Lambert, is dead--he and his buddy went up in a twin engine plane, which went down about 60 miles west of here, near Nazareth. Dean says he'll try to ignore the irony in that and tells Jerry to try and hang in there, they'll catch up with him soon. Another crash? asks Sam. There was, and they are going to Nazareth.

The Impala heads past a sign that says NAZARETH, 3. In the distance, smoke pours from the downed plane.

Once again, Jerry's microscope shows sulphur in the plane's wreckage. Just great, says Dean, so that's two plane crashes involving Chuck Lambert--this demon sounds like it was after him. With all due respect to Chuck, says Sam, if that's the case, that would be the good news. Bad news? asks Dean. Chuck's plane went down exactly 40 minutes after it left, says Sam, and get this--so did Flight 2485. What does that mean? asks Jerry. Biblical numerology, explains Dean--Noah's Ark, it rained for 40 days--the number means death. I went back, says Sam, and there have been six plane crashes in the past decade that ALL went down exactly 40 minutes in--no survivors, except for Flight 2485, for some reason--on the cockpit voice recorder, what the EVP said? No survivors, recalls Dean, then it hits him--"It's going after all the survivors! It's tryin' to finish the job!"

"Working Man" by Rush plays on the soundtrack as the Impala speeds down the road. Sam, pretending to be taking a large-sampling survey but ONLY calling the survivors of Flight 2485, United Britannia Airlines, tells Dean that Sanderson and Holloway aren't planning to fly anytime soon. So their only wild card is flight attendant Amanda Walker, says Dean. Yes, says Sam, her sister said Amanda's flight leaves tonight at 8 PM; it's her first night back on the job. Sounds like just our luck, says Dean ruefully. This is a five-hour drive, says Sam, even with YOU behind the wheel. Call Amanda's cell phone again, urges Dean, see if we can't head her off at the pass. They've tried that three times, Sam reminds him, her cell phone must be off--"We're never gonna make it," he laments. "We'll make it," Dean assures him, and as "Working Man" blares louder on the soundtrack, pushes the Impala to eat up the road like spaghetti.


Airport - Sam notes that passengers will be boarding the plane at Gate 13 in 30 minutes. We still have some cards to play, says Dean. He picks up an airport phone and has Amanda Walker paged. When Amanda answers the page and picks up a phone at Gate 13, Dean pretends to be Dr. James Headfield from St. Francis Memorial Hospital; her sister, Karen Walker, has been in a minor car accident and was injured. "That's impossible," says Amanda, "I just got off the phone with her." Flummoxed, Dean is silent, then says, "You what?" "A few minutes ago," says Amanda, "she's at her house, cramming for a final. . .who is this?" "This must be some mistake," hedges Dean. "How did you know I was here?" demands Amanda, then, in a nastier tone, "is this one of Vince's friends?" "Guilty as charged," confesses Dean. "Wow, this is unbelievable!" says Amanda--"tell him to mind his own business and stay out of my life!" "He really needs to see you tonight," Dean says. "It's too late," says Amanda. "Don't be like that," says Dean cutely, "I mean, c'mon, the guy's a mess, pathetic." "Really?" she asks, interested--"look, I gotta go, tell him to call me when I land." She hangs up, with Dean protesting, "No, no," but it's too late. Amanda greets her fellow flight mates as, over their heads, the whispering demon smoke peeks out of an air vent, then slips back in.

"Damn it!" says Dean--"so close!" "Time for plan B," says Sam, "we're getting on that plane--that plane has over 100 passengers on board, and if we're right, that plane is going to crash." Sam insists they have to get on-board and exorcise that demon, so while Sam buys tickets, Dean needs to get whatever they need from the Impala that will pass through security. "Be back here in five minutes," concludes Sam. Dean doesn't move. "Why do you think I drive everywhere, Sam?" he asks, conveying that he's afraid to fly. "I'll go," volunteers Sam, "I'll do this one on my own." "Are you nuts?" demands Dean--"you said it yourself, the plane's gonna crash." "Look, Dean, we can do this thing together or I can do this one on my own, I don't see another option here," insists Sam. "Come on!--Really?" says Dean, fidgeting crazily--MAN!"

Sam and Dean are seated aboard the plane, Dean checking out what's in the seat pocket in front of him. "Just try to relax," urges Sam, but Dean has a giant set of worry folds in his forehead, above his nose. "Try to shut up," mutters Dean. Sam smiles and shakes his head fondly. The plane begins to whine, ready for take-off. Dean closes his eyes, then hears something that makes him open them wide, looking as if they're going to pop from their sockets. Sam smiles. Dean looks as if he either said a very bad word or started to pray. read less

Dean sits stiffly in his seat, humming "Some Kind of Monster." "You humming Metallica?" asks Sam. "Calms me down," says Dean, returning to humming. Sam assures him he gets that he's nervous, but he's got to stay focused. "OK," says Dean. "We've got 32 minutes and counting to track this thing down, whoever it's possessing, anyway, and perform a full-on exorcism, Sam reminds him. "On a crowded plane," grumbles Dean, "that's gonna be easy." "Just take it one step at a time, all right?" says Sam--no... read more Dean sits stiffly in his seat, humming "Some Kind of Monster." "You humming Metallica?" asks Sam. "Calms me down," says Dean, returning to humming. Sam assures him he gets that he's nervous, but he's got to stay focused. "OK," says Dean. "We've got 32 minutes and counting to track this thing down, whoever it's possessing, anyway, and perform a full-on exorcism, Sam reminds him. "On a crowded plane," grumbles Dean, "that's gonna be easy." "Just take it one step at a time, all right?" says Sam--now, who is it possessing?" "It's usually going to be someone nervous," says Dean, "a chink in the armor the demon can worm through--someone with an addiction or emotional distress." "This is Amanda's first flight after the crash," says Sam, "if I were her, I'd be pretty messed up." A flight attendant is coming down the aisle. "Excuse me, are you Amanda?" Dean asks. "No I'm not," she says. "My mistake," says Dean. Spying the other flight attendant in the back, Dean says she must be Amanda, and volunteers to go speak to her and get a read on her mental state. "What if she's already possessed?" asks Sam. "There's ways to test that," says Dean, opening his duffel and taking out a bottle of holy water. Sam takes it from him. "No," he says, I think we can go more subtle. If she's possessed, she'll flinch at the name of God--say it in Latin--Cristo." "I know, I'm not an idiot!" says Dean angrily. Sam watches as Dean heads down the aisle. The plane bumps a bit, causing Dean to bang nervously/angrily on the back of a seat as he's walking. The first officer announced a bit of turbulence as Dean makes his way to Amanda, who is prepping her serving cart. They say hi to each other. I'm just a bit of an uneasy flier, he confesses, makes me feel better to walk around a little bit. Happens to the best of us, she assures him. Being a stewardess, I guess flying comes easy to you, he says. You'd be surprised, Amanda says, confessing that she's a little bit nervous. How is a stewardess scared to fly? wonders Dean. Kind of a long story, she says. Sorry for asking, says Dean. That's OK, she says. Ever consider other employment? he asks. No, she replies, everybody is scared of something; I'm not gonna let it hold me back. His face shows that he's impressed by her response. "Cristo," he says quietly. "I'm sorry, did you say something?" she asks. He grins, big, and repeats, more loudly, "Cristo?" She still doesn't get it, but he says, "Nothing, never mind," and returns to his seat to report to Sam, almost annoyed, "Well, she's got to be the most well-adjusted person on the planet! There's no demon in her--there's no demon getting in her." "So if it's on the plane, it could be anyone, anywhere," says Sam. The plane rocks. "C'mon that can't be normal!" cries Dean, holding on tight with a pained expression on his face. "Just a little turbulence," Sam assures him. "You say this plane is going to crash," growls Dean, "so stop treatin' me like I'm friggin' four!" Sam orders him to calm down. "I can't!" bellows Dean. "You can," insists Sam. "Dude," says Dean, "stow the touchy-feely yoga self-help crap, it's not helping. . ." Sam interrupts, reminding him that, in his panic, he's leaving himself wide-open to demonic possession, "So you've GOT to calm down--right now!" Dean, realizing he's right, takes a cleansing breath. "Good," says Sam, looking through his father's journal, "I've found an exorcism in here that I think's gonna work, the Ritua Romano." "What do we have to do?" asks Dean. "It's two parts. The first part expels the demon from the victim's body," says Sam. "It makes it manifest, which actually makes it more powerful." "More powerful?" asks Dean--"how?" "It doesn't need to possess anyone anymore," explains Sam, "it can just wreak havoc on its own." "Oh, and why is that a good thing?" asks Dean. "Well, because the second part sends it back to hell--once and for all," says Sam. "First things first," says Dean, "we've got to find it." Dean walks the aisle, handmade device in hand. He finds a weird teenager with lots of tats and piercings, but the kid doesn't register on the meter. A hand grabs him by the back of the neck, scaring the crap out of him, but it's only Sam, wanting to know if he's found anything. Not yet. They've got 15 minutes by Sam's watch. "Maybe the thing's not on the plane, suggests Dean. "Do you believe that?" asks Sam. "I will if you will," says Dean. (LOL!) The detector in Dean's hand goes off, beeping, red lights flaring. The co-pilot has just left the restroom. "What is it?" Sam asks. "Cristo," says Dean, and the co-pilot gives him an ugly black-eyed glare before returning to the cockpit. Sam and Dean exchange glances. The demon is the plane's co-pilot! read less

Sam and Dean walk rapidly to the back of the plane to speak with Amanda. "She's not gonna believe this," says Sam. "Twelve minutes, dude!" Dean reminds him. They head to the curtained part of the plane, where Amanda is making coffee.

"Oh, hi," she says, "flight's not too bumpy for you, I hope." "Actually," says Dean, "that's kind of what we need to talk to you about. Sam closes the curtain. "Um, okay," she says, "what can I do for you?" "All right," says Dean, "this is gonna sound ... read more Sam and Dean walk rapidly to the back of the plane to speak with Amanda. "She's not gonna believe this," says Sam. "Twelve minutes, dude!" Dean reminds him. They head to the curtained part of the plane, where Amanda is making coffee.

"Oh, hi," she says, "flight's not too bumpy for you, I hope." "Actually," says Dean, "that's kind of what we need to talk to you about. Sam closes the curtain. "Um, okay," she says, "what can I do for you?" "All right," says Dean, "this is gonna sound nuts, but we just don't have time for the whole 'The truth is out there' speech right now." "All right, look," says Sam, "we know you were on Flight 2485." Losing her kindly flight attendant demeanor, Amanda says, "Who are you guys?" "We've spoken to some of the other survivors," explains Sam, "we know something brought down that plane, and it wasn't mechanical failure." "And we need your help because we need to stop it from happening again, here, now," adds Dean. Scared, sure they're nuts, she tries to escape them, saying, "I-I'm sorry, I'm very busy." Dean stops her. "Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, wait a second," he says, "I'm not gonna hurt you, okay? But listen to me--the pilot from 2485, Chuck Lambert--he's dead." "Wait, what?" says Amanda--"Chuck is dead?" "He died in a plane crash," says Dean, "now, that's two plane crashes in two months--that doesn't strike you as strange?" "Look, there was something wrong with 2485," says Sam, "now, maybe you sensed it, and maybe you didn't, but there's something wrong with this flight, too." "Amanda," says Dean, "you have to believe us. They watch her, waiting to see what she'll decide. She rubs her forehead, thinking. "On. . .on 2485," she says, "there was this man. He. . .had these eyes." "Yes," says Sam, "that's exactly what we're talking about." "But I don't understand," she says, "what are you asking me to do?" "Get the co-pilot," orders Dean, "we need you to bring him back here." "Why?" she asks--"what does he have to do with anything?" "We don't have time to explain," says Dean, "we just need to talk to him, okay?" "But how am I supposed to go into the cockpit and get the co-pilot?" she asks. "Whatever it takes," says Sam, "tell him there's something broken back here. Whatever will get him out of that cockpit." Amanda says,"Do you know that I could lose my job if. . ." "You're gonna lose a lot more than that if you don't help us out," warns Dean. "OK," she says, still unsure she's doing the right thing. She leaves.

Dean and Sam watch through the curtain as Amanda knocks on the cockpit door. The co-pilot comes out, and after a few moments of talking, he and Amanda begin walking towards the back of the plane. Sam and Dean take out the holy water and John's journal in preparation. As soon as the co-pilot enters the area, Dean punches him and throws him down on the floor. He covers the co-pilot's mouth with duct tape. Amanda, upset over what's happening to her co-worker, asks, "What are you doing? You said you were just gonna talk to him!" "We are gonna talk to him," says Dean. The co-pilot thrashes crazily as Sam throws holy water on him. Holes begin to appear on his shirt as his flesh sizzles. "Oh, my God, what's wrong with him?" cries Amanda. Sam tries to get through to her: "We need you calm," he urges; "we need you outside the curtain. Don't let anybody in, okay? Can you do that?" She doesn't answer. "Amanda?" asks Sam, trying desperately to get through to her as she watches the spectacle on the floor. "OK," she finally responds, and waits outside the curtain. (Tell me the people in the back of the plane didn't hear this ruckus!)

Dean punches the co-pilot and gasps, "Hurry up, Sam, I don't know how much longer I can hold him." Sam begins the (oh-so-sexy) Latin exorcism. Dean sits on top of the co-pilot, wrestling with him, while Sam continues to spill holy water on him--until the possessed man knocks the bottle out of Sam's hand, sending it flying. He sends both brothers flying against the wall of the plane. Sam grabs the journal and continues reading while Dean grabs hold of the co-pilot and bangs his head against the floor before the demon again tosses Dean away, rips the duct tape off his mouth and grabs Sam by his shirt. "I know what happened to your girlfriend!" sneers the demon in a terrifying voice. Sam, stunned, furious, stares as the demon adds, "She must have died screaming! Even now, she's BURNING!" Dean punches him and tries to hold the co-pilot down, but Sam is seemingly struck dumb by the demon's words. "SAM!" screams Dean. Drawn back to the job at hand, Sam picks up the journal and continues to recite the Latin exorcism. Seconds later, he puts the journal down to assist Dean in keeping the co-pilot pinned to the floor. "I got him!" yells Sam.

The co-pilot, screaming, kicks the journal into the aisle. He opens his mouth; the demon issues from his body in a plume of black smoke, disappearing into the air vent. The co-pilot lays motionless on the floor. "Where'd it go?" asks Sam. "It's in the plane," says Dean, "hurry up, we've got to finish it." Sam rises to retrieve the journal from the front of the plane. Suddenly, the plane begins to fall, making all the passengers wail, throwing Dean, terrified, screaming, against a wall. The passengers begin panicking in all manner of ways.

In the midst of the insanity, Sam inches out his fingers as he crawls on his belly along the plane floor and is able to reach the journal. "Got it!" he exults. Kneeling in the middle of the aisle, Sam opens the journal to the exorcism and begins screaming in Latin. The plane continues to dive. Dean tries to move but is once again thrown up against a wall, eyes and mouth wide open in terror. Papers and other objects are flying everywhere as Sam continues the exorcism. Outside, what looks like lightning runs down the length of the plane, indicating that the demon is being forced to leave as Sam finishes up the exorcism.

Once the demon has been banished, the plane suddenly rights itself, leaving calm aboard the flight. Passengers immediately settle down as the plane moves smoothly through the air again. Dean's face moves from comically terrified to sheepish as he realizes everything is OK now. Amanda, seated, takes a deep breath, her eyes closed, probably praying. Dean exits the curtained area, noting that everything is copacetic. Sam stands up, breathing heavily, and turns to look at Dean, who peers at him between the curtains, makes a face and shakes his head.

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The passengers exit at gate 13 looking disheveled and grateful to be alive. The once-possessed co-pilot sits in a wheelchair being questioned by the FBI, and he can't remember anything--"I don't even remember gettin' on the plane!" he gripes. Amanda, telling her story, mouths, "THANK YOU" to Sam and Dean. "Let's get outta here," says Dean urgently. He asks Sam if he's OK, but little brother isn't. "It knew about Jessica," says Sam tensely. "Sam, these things, they read minds," says Dean, they li... read more The passengers exit at gate 13 looking disheveled and grateful to be alive. The once-possessed co-pilot sits in a wheelchair being questioned by the FBI, and he can't remember anything--"I don't even remember gettin' on the plane!" he gripes. Amanda, telling her story, mouths, "THANK YOU" to Sam and Dean. "Let's get outta here," says Dean urgently. He asks Sam if he's OK, but little brother isn't. "It knew about Jessica," says Sam tensely. "Sam, these things, they read minds," says Dean, they lie, that's all it was." "Yeah," says Sam, but he isn't at all convinced.

Later, they talk to Jerry, who says, "Nobody knows what you guys did, but I do. A lot of people could have been killed. Your dad's gonna be real proud." He shakes both their hands. "See you around, Jerry," says Sam. Dean asks Jerry how he got his cell phone number --"I've only had it for six months." "Your dad gave it to me," says Jerry. "What?" says Sam. "When did you talk to him?" asks Dean. "I didn't exactly talk to him," says Jerry, "I called his number and his voice message said to give you a call. Thanks again, guys." He walks off. The brothers stare at each other.

A plane flies across the sky. Sam and Dean are leaning against the parked Impala. "This doesn't make any sense, man," says Sam, "I've called Dad like 50 times, it's been out of service."

Dean dials John's number. They both listen to the voice message on the phone.

John: 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.

Dean hangs up. Sam, close to tears, gets into the car without a word. Dean follows a moment later. He starts up the Impala and drives out onto the road.

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