Dean wasn't too happy. He hated flying, and he especially hated flying on something that was quite likely going to crash with him aboard, which this plane would be doing if he and Sam didn't find the demon that was aboard with them and deal with it posthaste. He'd had a couple of adventures since the Wendigo which had gotten a new hunter who'd had previous experience hunting big game started on his career after he'd handed the man a couple of important numbers. The most notable of these adventures had involved a vengeful ghost who'd been drowning the descendants of the boys who'd drowned him.

Playing fetch with Max at that lake after what had happened and after young Lucas' grandfather had just drowned in it had seemed a little...So, he'd packed the dog back in the car despite the fact that it had been holding a stick in its invisible mouth and whining pleadingly. Sam who could see Max for some strange reason had said that he looked even uglier when he was begging, but he couldn't see it so it wasn't something he could judge.

About the only comforting thing about this scenario with the potentially crashing plane was the fact that Max was next to him in the cabin rather than riding below in an animal carrier because he was invisible to everyone except Sam.

Sam and, as it turned out when he and Sam had run into the possessed co-pilot, a very surprised demon who seemed to think that Max belonged to Sam for some strange reason.

Some of the comments that the demon who'd known about Jess's death had made to and about Sam bore looking into, but only after he'd found his dad who'd apparently directed all of his hunting traffic to him and Sam. John Winchester who'd dropped off the grid below the grid was the priority right now, not all this "Vessel" stuff.