A/N: I'm SO SORRY! I've been so busy with school work and studying and doing projects I've neglected this story way to much. I'll probably start updating more once school is out, which is pretty soon. I actually finished this chapter already, but as i was finishing the last sentence, it glitched and half of my work was erased and i had worked really hard. I barely stopped writing that day. I had kept saving too but it didn't save. THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR YOUR SUPPORT! As always, comment or message any ideas or predictions about what will happen in future chapters and seasons.
This chapter is dedicated to RinaPov for helping me out of a small fit of writers block :)

Just the sound of the door opening was enough to wake Dean from his slumber. He was still sluggish and he didn't want to alert the intruder to his wakening, so he stayed on his side and his hand slipped under his pillow where he kept his hunting knife. He glanced over at Piper and stopped himself from cursing under his breath. For once, she had opted to sleep on the couch, just as a test. He looked like the kind of guy who could sleep through anything, but his paranoia and hunting instincts kept his from falling to far into slumber. Piper wasn't terribly hard to wake, but she wasn't as light of a sleeper as her brother. Now she was too far away from Dean. He had known in his gut that the couch had been a bad idea, but it was rare for a motel room to have a couch. He should've listened to his instincts.
As the mystery figure made his way fully into the hotel room, Dean turned over, ready to act. He relaxed when he saw his brother with breakfast and coffee. Sam saw his brother awake, "Good morning sunshine." Dean squinted at his brother, "What time is it?" "Oh, it's about 5:45." Dean groaned, "In the morning?!" "Yeah." "Where does the day go?" Dean sat up, knowing he couldn't possibly go back to sleep now. He propped himself up and finally got a good look at Sam and he realized that his brother was sleepier than he seemed. Despite Sam's perky attitude and banter, he had bags under his eyes. Dean tried not to let his worry show, "Did you get any sleep last night?" He knew the answer though. Sam looked away and attempted to brush the question aside, "Yeah, I got a couple hours. Look, maybe we shouldn't talk to much. Piper's still sleeping and-" Dean rolled his eyes at Sam's lame attempt of changing the subject and sat up, "Cause I was up at 3 and you were watching a George foreman commercial." Sam shrugged, "What can I say? It's riveting TV." Dean wasn't laughing, "When was the last time you had a goodnight's sleep?"
Sam shrugged, "I don't know, a while? It's not a big deal." Dean raised an eyebrow, "Yeah it is." Sam shook his head, "Look, I appreciate your concern-" Dean cut him off, "Oh, I'm not concerned about you. It's your job to keep me and Piper's asses alive while we do the same, so we need you sharp." Piper sat up and yawned, "Why can't you guys just be straight up honest about your feelings? Sam, you aren't okay, stop lying because we already had a conversation about it. Dean, caring about someone isn't something to be ashamed of. We're a family, it's natural to worry. Even so, Dean's right, Sam. You're a hunter. Killing monsters is not something that should be done half asleep." Sam sighed, "Piper, I did actually try to sleep." Dean sighed, "You're still having nightmares of Jessica?" Sam looked down, "Yeah. But it's not just her. It's everything. I just forgot you know? This job man, it gets to you."
Dean shook his head, "You can't let it. You can't bring it home like that." Piper scoffed, "It's almost impossible not to let the job affect you, Dean. You can't stand there and tell me you haven't had dreams of a demon ripping your face off or one of us getting eaten by a monster. I've seen it happen before. Sometimes, late at night when you think I'm sleeping, you'll start tossing and turning or talking in your sleep and then you'll wake up it and look at me to see if I'm okay. Which is nothing to be embarrassed about, I do it too."
Dean remained stubborn, "I'm not embarrassed, I don't get scared." Sam scoffed and pulled his brother's knife out from under the pillow and he gave him a look, "That's not fear. That is precaution." He didn't care what his siblings said, without that knife under the pillow he wouldn't be able to sleep. He needed something to protect his family with. That was all that mattered. Sam shook his head, "Alright, whatever. I'm too tired to argue." Piper opened her mouth to say something but she was cut off by Dean's cellphone ringing. Dean raised an eyebrow and answered the call with Piper sitting right next to him, listening in:

"Hello?"

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

Both Piper and Dean's eyes lit up in recognition, "Oh, right 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?"

Jerry sighed, "Can we talk in person?"

Dean looked at his brother and sister, before agreeing and asking where they should meet.

-At the Hangar-

The Winchesters met Jerry and he began walking them through the case, "Thanks for making the trip so quick. I ought to be doing you guys a favor, not the other way around. Dean, Piper and John really helped me. I have to say I was surprised that such a young little thing like Piper was such a fighter. That's why I immediately picked up the phone and called you. You're the professionals."
Piper smiled, "Aww thanks Jerry!" Sam shook his head, "What was it again you were hunting? A poltergeist?" An employ passed by them and exclaimed, "Poltergeist? Man, I loved that movie!" Jerry rolled his eyes, "Hey, nobody's talking to you. Keep walking." He lowered his voice slightly, "Damn right, it was a poltergeist, practically tore our house apart. Tell you something, if it wasn't for you guys, I probably wouldn't be alive. Your dad said you were off college, is that right?" Sam didn't hesitate, lies came off the tongue easily when you're a hunter, "Yeah I was, I'm taking some time off." Piper nodded vigorously, going along with the lie, "Dad was occupied with a case, a real nasty one, so we asked Sam if he'd like to come on another hunting trip, for old times sake, ya know?"
"Yeah, we're missing the old man, but we get Sam. Fair trade, huh?" Said Jerry turning to face them with humor in his eyes. Piper smiled, but it dimmed a little when she realized that her brothers found it truly ridiculous that they could ever even come close to being as good as John. She loved her dad, really. But her brothers needed to wake up and see just how great they were at what they did. Compared to other hunters, no man stood a chance against the Winchesters. Jerry looked up at Sam, "Your dad told me a lot about you. He sounded proud with you getting into such a big college and all." Piper's eyes softened as she turned her gaze to meet Sam's, "Yeah, we're all proud of our college boy." Sam smiled and Jerry chuckled, "I got something I want you guys to hear."

- Office -
Jerry sat down in the computer chair, picked up a disk, and popped it in, "I listened to this. And, well, it sounded like to was right up your alley. Normally I wouldn't have access to this. It's the cockpit voice recorder for United Britannia flight 2485. It was one of ours." Dean sat down and leaned back in a chair. Sam glanced at Piper, about to insist she sit, but she was already leaning up against the wall. Sam shook his head and Sat down as the recording played:

Mayday! Mayday! Repeat! This is United Britania 2485-immediate instruction help! United Britanis 2485, I copy your message-May be experiencing some mechanical failure...

There was a pause before Jerry began to explain, "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." Sam looked at him, "You don't think it was?" Jerry shook his head, "No I don't." Piper patted his arm, "You did right in calling us, Jerr. I think you're right about this being right up our alley and if you are, a lot of people could be at risk if this thing strikes again." Sam sighed, "We're going to need, um, a list of survivors." "All right." Dean paused, he knew that what he was about to ask for was a longshot, "Right, anyway we could look at the wreckage."
It was obvious just from Jerry's facial expression that Jerry couldn't help them there, "The other stuff is no problem. But the wreckage...fellas, the NTSB has it locked down in an evidence warehouse. No way I've got that kind of clearance." Dean frowns, "No problem." Piper walked over and shook his hand with a polite smile, "Thanks for calling us, we'll get back to you once we have something." She turned and left with her brothers, holding back a groan she knew what was next.

- Street Outside of the Copier store-
Piper sat in the impala outside of Copy Jacks with the window rolled down as they waited for Dean, who was taking his time in getting their new fake IDs. To pass the time, she was working on the final touches for her newest drawing of an eerie lake landscape with a red bicycle resting beside it.
Dean finally walked out of the store with the cards in his hands and walked over to meet Sam, who was leaning against the car, "You've been in there forever." Dean grinned cockily, "You can't rush perfection." Sam raised his eyebrows in surprise, "Homeland security? That's pretty illegal, even for us." Dean looked at them and shrugged, "Yeah, well, it's something new. You know? People haven't seen it a thousand times." "You don't think they'll think Piper is a bit young?" Dean paused, "We can say she's our assistant again. She can make herself look older if she needs to. She's done it plenty of times.We can't leave her in the car or with one of us anymore. Doing things like this will teach her how to be a great hunter." Sam didn't respond.
They got in the car and Dean looked at them, "Alright, so, what do guys have?" He looked at Piper expectantly and she realized it was out of habit. For the last couple years, she had become the researcher of the group and she still partly was, but she now shared the title. The thing was, she wasn't the best at working technology. She did a little but she was more comfortable with researching the old fashion way. Less information is contaminated with hand-written works but it was necessary sometimes to use the Internet. Sam brought up his laptop, "Well, there's definitely EVP on the cockpit voice recorder." "Yeah?" Sam nodded, "Yeah, listen." Piper put down her sketch pad and moved so she could see and hear the laptop. Sam hit play and a gravely voice was heard.

"No survivors...."

The recording shut off and Piper raised an eyebrow, "No survivors? That's freaky. I'd assume it's talking about plane crash survivors, but other that I don't know." Dean furrowed his brow, "There were seven plane crash survivors. What does it mean?" Sam shrugged, "You got me." Dean sighed, he liked straight forward hunts, "So, what are you thinking? A haunted flight?" Piper shrugged, "There are myths of phantom travelers and stuff everywhere but that doesn't exactly mean that this is one."
"What about something similar to flight 401?" asked Sam. Dean's eyes lit up in recognition, "Right. The one that crashed, the airline salvaged some of its parts, put it in other planes, then the spirit of the pilot and copilot haunted those flights." Piper laid back into her seat, "That's another possibility but we won't know until we get more details. Which of the seven are we seeing first?" Sam buckled his seatbelt, "Third on the list: Max Jaffey. If anyone saw anything weird, it's him."
Piper put on her brown leather jacket, one of the two leather jackets she owned, "What do you mean?" "Well," Sam started, "I talked to his mom and she told me where to find him." Piper raised an eyebrow, "So? Where does he live?"

-RIVERFRONT PSYCHIATRIC HOSPITAL-
Piper shivered as she got out of the car, "I hate mental hospitals. They give me the creeps." Dean shrugged as he gazed upon the hospital garden, "Why? It doesn't look freaky to me." Piper shook her head, "I'm used to creepy looking things, that's not what I hate. Those people, they poke around a person's brain and the hospitals are full of insane people in plain, stark white rooms. They do all sorts of test and put patients on a ton of meds and feed them crappy food. What if we get put in there one day? One day, we could be caught in the middle of a hunt and shipped here and they'd separate us so we'd never get to see each other. You'd be by yourself trying to convince people you're sane until one terrible day, you'd wake up and realize you don't know for sure anymore. That's why I hate mental hospitals."
Piper walked ahead of her older brothers and made her way through the gate. Sam and Dean shared a look and shuddered at their sister's words. Sometimes, she thought too much for her own good.
They met up with Max in the hospital garden. They were under the guise if homeland security this time. Max was walking with a cane between Sam and Dean and Piper walked next to Sam. Normally, Piper would try and see what she could get out of him with her people skills and acting ability but she usually only took charge when the person was emotional or very young. Her methods wouldn't work so well with Max. He didn't seem emotional, not at the moment anyways. She also needed to avoid too much scrutiny. She didn't want anyone realizing she was bit too young. "I don't understand," Max complained, "I already spoke to Homeland Security."
"Right," Dean started, quickly coming up with a lie, "Some new information has come up. So if you could just answer a couple questions..." Sam didn't hesitate to ask the first question, "Just before the plane went down, did you notice anything...unusual?" Max shrugged, "Like what?" "Weird noises or voices, strange odors, electrical fluxes or failures, strange lights, temperature changes, " Piper listed as many examples she could think up on the spot before simply shrugging, "Anything out of the ordinary that might've struck you as odd." Max shook his head, "No, nothing." He would've been convincing if his voice hadn't cracked. The siblings exchanged glances, if Max knew what he saw was supernatural then they needed a slightly different tactic.
Dean cleared his throat as they all took a seat at one of the circular tables that decorated the grassy garden, "Mr. Joffey-" Max corrected him quickly, "Jaffey." Dean nodded, "Jaffey. You checked yourself in here, right?" He nodded. Piper tilted her head, "Why?" Max gave her a funny look, "I was a little stressed. I survived a plane crash." She nodded, her hands folded neatly on the table top, "I know and it's terrible, but that doesn't make you insane. You could've got a therapist. People usually only go to mental hospitals if they really think they are insane. There is something about that crash that you don't want to tell us. Max, if you don't tell us what scared you, we cannot do anything about it." Max looked conflicted, "...No, I'm just traumatized from the crash, really. That's all." Dean nodded though you could tell he didn't believe Max, "Uh huh. And that's what terrified you? That's what you were afraid of?" Dean's previously light and carefree tone was slowly getting more intense, causing Max to stutter nervously,"I...I don't want to talk about this anymore."
Dean leaned forward as he held held the other man's gaze confidently, "See, I think maybe you did see something up there. We need to know what." Max was still in denial, "No. No, I was...delusional. Seeing things." Max was actually holding his own surprisingly well. Dean looked at Sam," He was seeing things." This was Sam's cue to do his thing. "It's okay," said Sam, "Then just tell us what you thought you saw, please." They didn't know if Sam's words encouraged him to open up or if he had just realized that they weren't going to leave him alone until they got answers, but for whatever reason, Max sighed and began to speak, "There was...this-man. And, uh, he had these...eyes-these, uh...black eyes. And I saw him-or I thought I saw him..." Piper froze at the words and her head snapped over to max, "B-b-black eyes? Like completely black? Not just the pupil or anything?" Sam and Dean looked at each other with worry. She obviously knew something they didn't.
Max looked surprised, "Yeah, black. Are you okay?" She nodded and cleared her throat, regaining her composure, "Yeah, Umm.. What did he do?" Max sighed, "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." Dean nodded, "Yeah." They were starting to think that this wasn't a vengeful spirit, but Sam wanted to be sure, "This man, uh, did he seem to appear and disappear rapidly? It would look something like a mirage."
"What are you, nuts? He was a passenger. He was sitting right in front of me." The siblings exchanged looks. They need to figure out who had been sitting in front of him. Dean nodded his thanks to Max, "Thank you for your time."
They were at the car when Sam turned to quickly, "You know what this thing is, don't you?" Piper shook her head, "Sort of. Look Sam, I don't know. I need more information. It's probably nothing. Let's go. This place gets creepier by the minute."

-Mrs. Phelps' House-
The Impala pulled up to the house. Sam gestured to it, "So here we are. George Phelps, seat 20C." Piper looked out the window, "So, I checked his medical records and criminal background and I found nothing out of the ordinary about him. I mean, the man is a dentist, for Pete's sake! He's been married for a while, too. If anything was off about him, he kept it well hidden." Dean nodded, "Man, I don't care how strong you are," he turned off the car and got out, "Even yoked up on PCP or something, no way you can open up an emergency door during a flight." Sam looked at the house, "Maybe if you're human. But maybe this guy George was something else. Some kind of creature, maybe, in human form."
Dean turned around and analyzed the house, " Does that look like a creature's lair to you?" Piper looked at it up and down. It was a nice house with an extensive garden, certainly not something you'd expect a bloodthirsty monster to live in. She shrugged, "You never know."

-Inside-
The siblings sat in the couch in Mrs. Phelps'. Sam picked up a framed photograph of Mr. Phelps, "So this is your late husband?" Mrs. Phelps looked at the picture fondly, "Yes, that was my George." Piper smiled warmly, "And he was a dentist?" She nodded, "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?" Same asked carefully. "Thirteen years." Dean scooted forward and asked the final question, "In all that time, did you ever notice anything...strange about him, anything out of the ordinary?" She paused and all three siblings tensed, "Well...uh, he had acid reflux, if that's what you mean."
Piper stood up and shook her hand, "Thank you, Mrs. Phelps. You've been a real help."
"I mean it goes without saying. It just doesn't make any sense." Said Sam as they walked down the stairs in front of Mrs. Phelps' house. Dean nodded, "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." Sam smirked, "Okay. But if we're gonna go that route, we'd better look the part." Piper groaned, "Ugh, fine. But I am not wearing a skirt."

-Clothing store-
Piper wasn't slob. She cared about how she looked, but she liked her jeans, plaid shirts, tee's, combat boots, and leather jacket. She didn't really wear fancy clothes. So, yes, she felt a little out of her element when she entered the women's boutique a couple stores down from the suit store Sam and Dean were in.
She explained her situation to the woman at the desk, who gave her a once over before picking clothes off racks. The woman shoved the pile into Piper's arms and the huntress confusedly stumbled to the dressing room. With a sigh, she put on her new clothes.
It was black dress pants, black stiletto heels, a red singlet, and a black blazer over it. She brought out a small make up bag she kept with her. She could apply make up but didn't use much unless it was for a disguise. After applying her make up, she looked in the mirror, and nodded in satisfaction. She looked good, but she still missed her old clothes.
Piper sighed and walked out, stuffing her clothes into her backpack. She was about to pay, but at the last minute she pulled a pair of sunglasses from the rack, before checking out.
She strode out of the store and headed for the suit shop. She got there just in time to see her brothers walking out, looking uncomfortable. Dean grumbled, "Man, I look like one of the Blues Brothers." Sam laughed at his discomfort, "No, you don't. You look more like a...seventh-grader at his first dance. Look there's....P-P-Piper?" They look dumbfounded. Dean smiled teasingly, "Who are you and what have you done with my sister? You haven't dressed up like that in months, maybe a year or two." Piper sighed, shooting him a weak glare, "Can we please just solve this case all ready? I just put these shoes on and they already feel like some sort of demonic torture device." Sam rolled his eyes, "It's not like we're asking you to run marathon in them. We probably won't even be in their for more than ten minutes, fifteen tops. She sighed, "Alright. Let's just get this over with so we can take off these stupid monkey suits." Dean jumped in the drivers seat and started the car, "Fine by me."

-Storage Warehouse-
Getting into the warehouse was pretty easy. All they had to do was scan their card and they were in. They went through a pair of doors into a huge room with the plane remains laid out. They walked around the ruins gingerly and scanned them carefully for anything supernatural that the officials may have dismissed or overlooked. Dean took out a small black device. "What's that?" Asked Sam. "It's an EMF meter. Reads electromagnetic frequencies." Dean explained. Sam rolled his eyes, "Yeah, I know what an EMF meter is, but why does that one look like a busted-up walkman?" Dean grinned proudly, "Cause that's what I made it out of. It's homemade." Piper smiled too. She remembered the day he built that. Their old one broke when a poltergeist flung it into a wall. He did most of the work, since she didn't know much about cables and wiring and frequencies and all that tetchy stuff, but she still helped a little.
Their grins faded when Sam gave them an unimpressed look, "Yeah, I can tell." Piper rolled her eyes and Dean began scanning the wreckage until it made a whirring sound over the emergency door handle, where some sort yellow dust was caked onto the mangled piece of metal. Piper paled slightly, realizing that her hunch was probably right. She reached into her blazer pocket and pulled out a tiny plastic bag and a silver pocket knife, smacking Dean's hand away when she tried to touch it. He jerked back, "What? What is it that stuff?" They watched as she carefully scraped the dust into the bag. She shook her head, "I have a hunch but I want to be absolutely sure before jumping to conclusions."
"Piper, just tell us what you think the dust might be." She opened her mouth to answer when she glanced at the window on the entrance where door two men, presumably agents, were confusedly talking to the guard by the security guards desk. She closed the bag and looked up at her brothers in panic, "Sam, Dean, we have to go. Now. We're about to have company."

-Warehouse Security Desk-
Two agents in black suits showed up to the front desk and flashed their badges. The security guard looked up at them incredulously, "Homeland Security? What, one team of you guys isn't enough?" The first agent frowned in confusion, "What are you talking about?" The security guard pointed at the exit behind him with his thumb, "Three of your buddies went in not five minutes ago." The first agent looks at his partner in alarm.

-At the Wreckage-
The guards charged into the wreckage storage room, only to find their 'intruders' had disappeared.

Meanwhile....
The trio peeked around the corner outside of the building. They attempted to just casually walk away before alarms started blaring and they broke into a run. Piper grimaced as her feet began to blister and ache from the terrible quality shoes she had gotten. However, she remained only a step behind her brothers as they dashed for the gates. She momentarily toyed with the idea of just kicking them off, but she knew better than to leave any evidence behind. So she pushed on, hoping she wouldn't trip as she sprinted to the silver gates.
Finally they made it to the fence with barbed wire on the top. Dean tossed his suit coat over the barbed wire and climbed the fence, "Well, these monkey suits do come in handy." Sam chuckled and followed him over the fence.
Piper huffed and threw her shoes over the fence, "I'm so going to salt and burn these later." Without the heels, she scaled the fence with incredible ease and grace. She stuck the landing and swiped up her shoes quickly and dashed after her brothers to the car.

-At the Airport (With Chuck)-
Chuck sat nervously in his chair at the airport as his copilot and friend, Todd, gave him a pep talk, "Listen, Chuck. It's like getting back on a horse. Only in this case, a little twin engine. Not even a horse, more like a pony. I'll be right there with you too. Anytime you feel like you don't want the wheel, I'll take over. Look, Chuck, we don't have to do this today. I'm not trying to rush you." Chuck was a pilot before he had a terrible accident. He was finally healing and, for the first time since the crash, he was going to fly a plane. He was terrified.
Chuck shook his head in response, "No, the...the waiting is worse." The co-pilot nodded and glanced over his shoulder, "Okay, they're filling up the tank. Then we go." He got up and left for the plane, leaving chuck alone to finish his coffee. Chuck took a long sip out of the foam cup and rubbed his temple, completely oblivious to the thick, black smoke that was leaking from the vent behind him. The particles floated to the pilot and rushed into his eyes. His head snapped up and a devious smile took over his lips as his eyes turned from their normal brown to cold, empty, and pitch black.

-Jerry's Office-
Jerry was looking through a microscope at the yellow powder they had found at the crime scene as the Winchesters watched the monitor that replicated what the microscope saw. Piper was biting her lip with anticipation while simultaneously tapping her foot at a rapid pace. She knew what it was, but she was in denial.
"Huh," said Jerry as he stepped away from the microscope, " this stuff is covered with sulfur." Piper swallowed, "You're absolutely certain?" He nodded, "Take a look for yourself." He sighed in annoyance as loud banging sounds started coming from outside, "If you fellows will excuse me, I have an idiot to fire." Jerry left and Dean moved to the microscope, "Hmm. You know, there's not too many things that leave behind a sulfuric residue."
Sam looked at Piper, "That's what you were worried about, wasn't it? You recognized the signs of demonic possession." Dean nodded, "That would explain how a mortal man would have the strength to open up an emergency hatch." "If the guy was possessed," Sam said with a shrug, "it's possible." Dean stood up from his hunched position over the microscope, "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?" Piper leaned against Jerry's desk, "That's why I wanted to make sure we were dealing with a demon. Demon's are crafty. They aren't controlled by instinct or driven insane, they're just vicious. We have to be prepared to face it. But, I don't see why a demon would crash planes." Sam shook his head, "Have you guys ever heard of something like this before?" Dean shook his head, "Never." Piper shrugged, "Nope."

-Airport Tarmac (with Chuck and the co-pilot) -
Todd was waiting for Chuck outside of the airplane when he came out. Chuck grinned at his friend, "I'm ready, let's do this." The co-pilot raised an eyebrow at his friend's new cheery disposition but simply chuckled and followed him into the plane.

*Time Skip*
They had been up in the air for a little over half an hour when the co-pilot turned to him, "How you feeling?" Chuck beamed, "I feel great." The co-pilot looked out the window, "You'll be back flying jumbos before you know it." Chuck nodded, "I hope so. How long we been up?" His friend looked at his watch, "Uh...almost forty minutes." Chuck looked at him with a casual smile, "Wow, time really does fly." Suddenly, Chuck jerked the wheel down, causing the plane to start hurtling towards the ground at a rapid pace. "What are you doing?!" Shouted the co-pilot. Chuck elbowed him in the face, effectively knocking the man out as his eyes turned black.
The plane crashed into a telephone pole, before slamming into the ground.