When it all comes crashing down

Chapter one

Hearing the door open, Dean Winchester reached under his pillow and wrapped his hand around the handle of the blade he kept under there for security purposes.

Rolling over onto his side and he turned and faced the door to see who was coming in, he breathed out a sigh of relief when he realized it was only Sam coming through the door.

"What time is it?" Dean asked as Sam approached his bed with a coffee in each hand.

"About five forty five" he replies handing a cup to Dean as he sat down on his own bed across from Dean's.

"In the morning" Dean questions, and Sam nodded and sat down on the other king sized bed.

"Where does the day go?" Dean grumbled Sam shrugs and reaches up and rubs the back of his neck. He was still tired from yet another night of next to no sleep.

"Did you get any sleep last night?" Dean asked concerned as he took note of the tiredness in his brother's posture.

"Yeah, a couple of hours" Sam lied smoothly hoping it would throw Dean off his case.

"Liar" Dean scoffed "because I was up at three and you were watching a George Forman infomercial." Sam shrugged carelessly before replying.

"What can I say it's riveting TV" Dean just shook his head. Sam had been having nightmares for months now and quite frankly it was really starting to concern Dean. He hated that Sam was suffering silently instead of just talking about it with him. Dean didn't like chick flick moments but he would have done anything to ease the burden that was currently lying on his little brother's shoulders. He could understand why Sam would still be having them a few weeks after his girlfriend died considering the horrendous way it had happened. But things had to change soon Sam couldn't keep going on the way they were. You couldn't not sleep forever eventually your body would start to shut down.

"When was the last time you had a good night's sleep?" Sam just shrugged again.

"I don't know a little while I guess. It's not a big deal" Sam couldn't get the image of Jess burning on the ceiling out of his mind. What really didn't help was the fact that Sam had dreamed about it for days before it happened, and then he had taken off on that hunt with Dean, not that he blamed his brother for anything that had happened. But maybe if he hadn't gone, she would still be alive. He couldn't tell any of this to Dean for fear that Dean would think he was crazy. In all honesty Sam had thought he was crazy until it had happened and the love of his life was gone forever, now the only thing he felt was anger and guilt, it was his fault that she was gone.

"Yeah it is" Dean commented watching Sam shuffle uncomfortably on his bed.

"I appreciate your concern" he started but Dean quickly interrupted.

"I'm not concerned about you" Dean lied "it's your job to keep my ass alive so I need you sharp." Sam sighed and looked away. Dean was concerned even if he was lying about it and he knew it.

"Seriously though are you still having nightmares about Jess?"

"Yeah but it's not just her it's everything, it's the job." He really didn't want to be talking about Jess with Dean. His brother could never understand the guilt he felt, Sam might as well have been the one to kill her himself. Dean would try to convince him that that wasn't true but how was it not his fault, he left her and alone and she was murdered by something supernatural. He had known it was going to happen even if he hadn't realized it at the time.

"You can't let the job get to you" Dean said breaking Sam out of his thoughts. It was easier to say that but much harder to live it.

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

"Nope" Dean replied.

"You're telling me you're never afraid?"

"No not really" Dean said as he stood and stretched stiff muscles. Sam silently reached over and grabbed pulled out the knife Dean kept under his pillow. Sam looked at Dean pointedly, calling his brother a liar without actually saying the words.

"That's not fear that's precaution" Dean said chuckling at the expression on Sam's face.

"Whatever you say" Sam muttered and sat back on the bed. Five minutes later Dean's cell phone rang.

"Hello" Dean answered. Sam watched his brother and silently listened to the conversation. He knew without a doubt it would be about another hunt and for that he was glad. Because it meant he would have to focus on the job and not his guilt

Dean was off the phone a few minutes later and he started gathering the clothes he had strewn about the room when he'd been searching his prized blade. While doing this he explained how he had met Jerry Panowski and how he currently related to their latest hunt.

"Jerry prefers that we talk face to face so get moving" Dean told Sam as he finished cramming his clothes back into his duffle. Sam climbed off the bed and walked across the room and grab the bag he'd already had packed since they had stopped last night.

A half hour later they were on the road to another hunt that was to provide a distraction to the youngest Winchester. The longer they traveled the more Sam seemed to sink into his thoughts, and the guiltier he felt. He still had a life and Jess didn't, it was a wonder her parents didn't hate him but they didn't. He had met them briefly at Jessica's funeral before he had disappeared from Stanford. His friends just thought he was taking a short break to deal with his grief but Sam had no intentions of ever returning to that college even if he did try to attempt to go to another college. None of that would matter if Sam didn't find the monster responsible for ruining Sam's happiness.

A few hours later they had reached their destination, Dean had watched Sam out of the corner of his eye the whole time. Sam put on a good front with pretending he was okay, but Dean sensed there was still a hell of a lot guilt underneath the smiles Sam would give people. Dean wished he knew what to do to help, he couldn't stand to see his little brother so angry yet so guilty at the same time. He sighed as he turned into a nondescript looking hotel; it was another cheap hotel in yet another town. It wouldn't matter what the place looked like as long as they could get some sleep at night. Sam waited in the car while Dean went and checked in. it took less than five minutes and then Dean was back and pulling around to their room. They proceeded to drop their bags off then went to meet Jerry at the airport.

Once they parked and got out Dean spotted Jerry waiting for them at the entrance to his office, Dean introduced Sam to Jerry as soon as they had reached him.

"Thanks for making the trip so quick, I ought to be doing you guys a favor not the other way around. Your brother and Dad really helped me out" Jerry said as they walked through the building to get to his office.

"He said it was a poltergeist" Sam said.

"Damn right practically tore our house apart, anyways I have something I want you to hear and normally I wouldn't have access to this but since it was one of our planes that went down. It's the cockpit voice recorder when I gave it a listen I thought of you. it sounds like something you take care of." Jerry sat down behind his computer hit play on the media player and gave the occupants of the room the sound of the doomed plane's cockpit just before it went down. They listened for a few minutes and frowned when they heard an eerie sounding noise, if they could slow it down Sam was sure it was some kind of voice.

"the plane took off and crashed about two hundred miles south, they're saying mechanical failure, cabin depressurized somehow, anyways a friend of mine was the pilot he was real tore up about like it was his fault"

"You don't think it was?" Sam asked leaning forward in his chair.

"No, I don't" Jerry replied.

"We're going to need manifests and a list survivor's" Sam said looking forward to the distraction it would prove to be,

"Is there any way we could get a look at the wreckage?" Dean asked.

"The other stuff yeah, the wreckage the NTSB has it locked down in the warehouse, there's no way I have that kind of clearance." Dean threw a look at Sam, it wouldn't be all that hard for them to get in there and find what they needed.

A few hours later Sam and Dean had managed to track down and speak to a couple of the survivors or their remaining family members. They however didn't find anything to even begin to guess what had caused the plane to go down until the spoke to a Max Jaffey who was now a patient at the local mental hospital. When they were able to cut through his bullshit and actually get him to tell them what he had seen. They were able to start putting the pieces together, and thus far it hadn't been a very flattering picture. When they had returned to the hotel, Sam had set about working on the voice recording to discover the voice saying no survivors. Which only served to confuse both the Winchesters even further, they decided then they had to get into to see the plane to see if it would at least confirm their thoughts that it was a possible ghost or demon problem. After sneaking into the warehouse and getting a look at the plane. Sam had discovered a residue on the cabin door on the plane, after having some scraped off and having it tested it came back as sulpher.

While Sam was busy researching the demon angle, Dean's phone rang.

"Hello" he said.

"It's Jerry, Chuck Lambert is dead" Jerry said "He was killed in a plane crash, just forty minutes into the flight just like the other plane" Dean frowned, they needed to figure things out quite soon. After hanging up, Dean told Sam what he had been told.

"No survivors" Sam said "that's what we heard on the recording, so whatever this is didn't anyone to survive off the first plane, and seven did which means it's going after the survivors and it's going to finish what it started."

Dean and Sam both grabbed the supplies they knew they would need for taking care of a demon possession and headed toward the car. They would have to call the other few survivors on the way and find out if any of them would be flying anytime soon. Sam went through each number on the list and found out all but one wouldn't be flying. The last one Amanda was flying again for the first time since the accident.

"We have to stop her from getting on that plane" Dean said after Sam had tracked her down to the airport she would be leaving from. Sam having found her cell phone number online dialed the number and listened as the phone rang again and again.

"She's not answering" Sam said frustrated He wasn't going to let another innocent girl die because of a demon. Amanda wasn't going to become another Jessica, sacrificed just because she was there. They couldn't let it happen.

"Even with the way you drive" Sam said leaning his head back against the headrest. "We won't make it by the time her plane takes off."

"Watch me" Dean said his foot pressing down harder on the gas. They would get there on time even if he had to press his baby to the limit. He hoped they would be able to deal with this situation without having to board a plane, if that was the case he didn't know how it was going to work out because he was terrified of flying, not that he was going to tell Sam that of course.

They arrived at the airport with barely thirty minutes to spare. They had continued to call Amanda's cell phone but they had never gotten an answer so now they had to find her as quickly as possible and keep her from boarding. They found a phone and had Amanda paged although if that didn't work Sam was already working on another plan of action, one that would actually have them board the plane.

Once Dean had Amanda on the phone, he lied and tried to say her sister had been involved in an accident. Amanda however proved to be sharper than Dean had thought and saw right through the lie and called him on it. Dean tried to charm her into staying off the plane, still she refused saying she had to start working again sometime, that being said she hung up on Dean and went to board the plane.

"Dammit" Dean cursed frustrated he had tried everything he could think of but she was still determined to fly. He was still cursing when he saw Sam walk back up to him and hand him a ticket.

"What the hell is that?" Dean asked.

"The only way this is getting solved is if we're on the plane" Sam replied missing the look of stark terror in Dean's eyes.

Dean groaned he had been dreading this moment. Hearing Dean Sam looked at him.

"Are you okay?"

"Uh no"

"What? What's wrong?" Sam asked worried that all the junk food Dean had been eating was getting to him.

"I uh have this problem with"

"Flying" Sam interrupted taking notice of the fact Dean's face had gone pale white.

"It's never been a problem until now" Dean said when he saw the frustrated look on Sam's face.

"Fine" Sam said "I'll do this one on my own. I think I'm more than capable of taking care of one demon." That being said he turned and left his brother standing in his wake completely frozen as he went to board the plane with the few items he'd brought to combat the problem.

Twenty minutes later Sam was settled into his seat and waiting for the plane to take off. While he was waiting he scanned the people around him for signs of nervousness. One thing was for sure if he didn't want to die he had to find the demon and exorcise it quickly. Sam sighed and leaned his head back against the rest; he was starting to feel the stress of the moment. He had more than a hundred lives in his hands, it was a huge responsibility and he hoped he could do something about the demon. His brother would kill him if something happened to him and he wasn't around to help.

In fact Dean was already kicking himself mentally for not having gone with Sam and by the time he had decided that Sam was going to need help and he went to try to board the plane, it was too little too late, the plane had already taken off.

"You're ass better walk of that plane" Dean grumbled feeling guilty for leaving his brother to deal with something that had the tendency to be extremely difficult to deal with. He sucked in a breath and went and found a seat, he was hoping that once the demon had been dealt with they would reroute the plane back to this airport. Even while he was waiting, he had started to get sinking feeling in his stomach that told him Winchester luck was about to show its face and things were going to go sideways.

"Why the hell do you have to be a coward" Dean muttered out loud to the detriment of the person sitting beside him. he was getting more nervous by the minute, and the feeling that things were going to go wrong got stronger and stronger.

Up in the air, Sam had gotten out of his seat and was wondering the isle, with his EMF reader, he had gone through business class and was now working on first class, but thus far he hadn't had any luck. No one was showing signs of demon possession or a signs of being a nervous flyer which meant the demon had already found someone and Sam needed to hurry up to find him or her. Even as he thought this he felt the plane start to take a nosedive, and at the speed they were going Sam was thrown to the floor, losing the EMF reading as he went. He grunted and tried to get back to his feet but the force of gravity kept him pinned to the ground. He wished then that he had forced Dean to come with him after all there was no better way to deal with fear other than to face it, if Dean had been with him he would have had the time to find the demon responsible.

Sam reached out and grabbed one of the seats and managed to pull himself up only for a metal suitcase to come flying out of the luggage compartment and slam into the back of his head, knocking him out cold immediately. Sam hit the floor right before the plane hit the ground, twisting and tearing the metal apart. Sam flew out of the large opening made by the plane splitting in two and landed several feet from the wreckage, a few seconds later he was covered with a heavy sheet of metal, one jagged piece, stabbing him clear through to his spine.

Meanwhile back at the airport, Dean had gotten tired of sitting so he had stood up and paced. He was feeling guiltier by the minute if anything at all happened to Sam it would be his fault. If Sam died, his blood was on Dean's hands. He sucked in a harsh breath and had to sit down for moment, he was starting to hyperventilate and he despretly needed to calm down, Sam would be fine, he was a damn good hunter and for once Winchester luck would leave him alone. No matter how many times Dean tried telling himself this he wasn't able to convince himself that Sam was going to be fine, after all he never was if Dean wasn't with him. Having forced himself to calm down Dean glanced at the TV in the corner of the waiting area. The blood drained out of his face as he realized they were reporting the crash of the plane 1408.

TBC?

Hope you liked it, I have stayed up all night for three nights trying to get this right and I'm still not too happy with it. The idea for this story came from the fact I will be flying to Chicago later next year, and it got me thinking about the episode phantom traveler and what could happen if Dean hadn't gotten on the plane. anyways thanks for reading and reviewing hope you like it. Liz