Disclaimer; I don't own supernatural. Though, I wish I did so I could meet J2 M2.

Ahahaha I should warn y'all that when I first wrote this, there was a whole stydia panic attack kiss (I cringe thinking about it tbh) but it has changed and it's no longer in the book. Emery does help Dean with a panic attack tho lmao spoilers.

Phantom Traveler; Part Two
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"Sometimes you gotta run before you can walk." -Tony Stark.

EMERY COULD HEAR A RINGING IN her ear for the next couple of minutes. Chuck Lambert was dead. She had sworn to herself after she had seen so many casualties on these hunts, she wasn't going to let it happen again. She wouldn't let another person die because of her failures.

Looks like she had lied to herself.

Emery wanted to scream and cry. She wanted to break something and kill someone. Above all of that, she wanted to be normal. With a house, a boyfriend/fiancé/husband, a good paying job that she enjoyed, and maybe a child on the way.

For the next couple of minutes, she stared at the wall, unmoving. Unblinking.

"Another crash?" Broke Emery out of her trance, and she looked between the two other hunters.

"Yeah," Dean answered Sam. "Let's go!"

"Where?" Emery's voice cracked.

"Nazareth."

The three exchanged a look, before they got up and made their way to the Impala.

The drive was unbearable for Emery. As she awkwardly sat in the backseat staring out the window, she wondered if they were going to have to fly. Emery wasn't a nervous flyer, though she felt nervous for Dean. The poor guy was deathly scared of planes and the fact that he knew the plane was going to crash probably was worse for him.

The three had done some investigating at the crash site, making sure to get some of the substance that was obviously sulfur. And just like that, they were back with good ol' Jerry, who was looking at the substance through a microscope.

"It's sulfur, isn't it?" Emery asked. When Jerry nodded, she turned to Sam. "Ha! You owe me ten bucks, buddy!"

Dean gave the two a 'really?' look. What? They just bet if it was sulfur or not.

"Wow, that's great," the sarcastic comment came out of Dean's mouth. "Alright, so that's two plane crashes involving Chuck Lambert. This Demon sounds like it was after him."

Emery shook her head from her spot between Sam (who was standing at the desk) and Dean (who was standing beside Jerry.)

"With all do respect to Chuck – um – if that's the case, then what would be the good news," Sam stated, looking awkward.

Emery almost wanted to smack him. It wasn't good that Chuck was dead. And this case was defiantly not over.

"What's the bad news?" Dean and Emery chanted, Jerry looking between the two.

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

"Forty minutes, what does that mean?" Jerry asked, and Emery looked at the man, before securing her hair back into a ponytail. She just realized that they probably needed to fly.

"It's biblical numerology," Dean started.

"Ever heard of Noah's ark? Yeah, well, it rained for forty days," Emery continued. "The number literally means: death."

"I went back and there have been six plane crashes over the last decade that all went down exactly forty minutes in," Sam said, looking between the two hunters.

"Any survivors?" Dean asked after a short pause.

"No," Sam simply said. "Or not until now, at least. Not until flight 2485, for some reason."

"The cockpit voice recording," Emery stated, suddenly awestruck. "It said, in that creepy voice: no survivors."

Dean licked his lips, Emery's eyes drawn to the action. She could have sworn she heard him whisper 'son of a bitch' before speaking up, "it's going after the survivors. It's trying to finish the job."

☪✡

In the Impala, Emery made sure she had the Carver Edlund book in her inside jacket pocket to entertain herself on the airplane, instead of doing nothing on the way up. Dean was ripping down the highway, while Sam called other survivors to see if they were going to be flying anytime soon.

He was using some half-assed lie about being an airline person and doing a survey.

Sam and Dean talked about that Amanda chick, while Emery looked at her phone, seeing if John, or anyone for that matter, had tried to contact her recently.

They got to the airport in no time, Emery climbing out of the backseat and running into the airport, double-strapping the backpack that she had packed for her necessities. Like woman hygiene products and some hand lotion. It also had the Carver Edlund book tucked in it, since Emery had transferred it from her pocket.

They ran to the screens that showed the flight departures and arrivals, Sam pointing at one of them.

"Right there, it boards in thirty minutes," Sam stated.

"Okay, we still have some cards to play," Dean said, before running forward, "we need to find a phone."

Looking around while running after Dean, Emery stopped at the phone Dean had found. He picked it up, talking to the airport services lady.

"Gate thirteen, I'm trying to contact an Amanda Walker, she's a flight attendant on flight – um – flight 424."

There was a pause, Emery tapping her toes nervously on the ground, her converse actually creating a sound.

"Come on."

Another second or two and Dean almost smiled before beginning his lie. "Ms. Walker, hi, this is Dr. James Hadfield from St. Francis Memorial Hospital. We have a Karen Walker here."

There was another pause, and Emery chewed on her lip nervously. She rubbed her hands together, trying to warm her always cold skin, but also tried to distract herself. This probably wasn't going to work.

"Nothing serious, just a minor car accident," Dean continued to tell the lie. "But she was injured, so-"

Dean's eyebrows rose in surprise, and Emery knew it had gone to hell. "You what?"

There was another pause, and Emery almost drew blood from biting her lip hard.

"Uh – must be some mistake," Dean said, turning to face the other way. "Guilty as charged." Dean let out a nervous laugh, Emery and Sam scrambling to hear the conversation. Emery was too short, however. "He's really sorry." Another pause. "Yes, but, he really needs to see you tonight, so–"

Emery internally groaned, wanting to talk to Amanda for herself. Goddamn it, Dean!

"Don't be like that! I mean, come on, the guy's a mess, it's pathetic... oh yeah... Oh wait, Amanda! Amanda!"

He hung up the phone angrily, looking at the two other hunters. Then, Dean started pacing. "Damn it, so close."

"Alright, it's time for plan b. We are getting on that plane," Sam told them, and Emery cringed as Dean's face showed his panic.

"Woah, just hold on a second," Dean tried.

"Dean, that plane is leaving with over a hundred passengers on board and if we're right, that plane is going to crash," Sam whisper-yelled, trying not to draw attention to himself.

"I know," Dean seemed to be freaking out, almost on the verge of a panic attack.

"Okay," Sam said. "Then we are getting on the plane, we are going to find that demon, and we are going to exorcize it," Sam said. "Look, I'll go get the tickets, you and Emery just find whatever you can that can make it through airport security. Meet me back here in five minutes." Sam looked at Dean. "Are you okay?"

"No, not really," Dean replied after a pause, and Sam gave Emery an are you serious? look.

"Why? What's wrong?" Sam asked.

Oh, no, he didn't know.

"Well, I kinda have this problem with – uh– "

"He's afraid of flying," Emery cut Dean off, who nodded approval at her.

"It's never really been an issue until now," Dean snapped, panicked.

"You're joking, right?"

"No, Sammy, he's really not," Emery stated, grabbing Dean's hand and giving it a comforting squeeze.

"Why do you think I drive everywhere, Sam?"

"Ah, alright, we'll go," Sam pointed at him and Emery.

"What?!"

"We'll do this one on our own."

"What? Are you nuts? You said it yourself, the planes gonna crash," Dean sounded even more panicked, his hand squeezing Emery's tightly.

"Look, Dean, we can do it together, or we can do it alone, I'm not seeing a third option here," Sam said.

"Come on!" Dean exclaimed. "Really? Man."

And just like that, the group split up.

Dean and Emery had sprinted to the Impala and dug through the trunk for anything. They shoved Holy Water and John's Journal into the backpack Emery was carrying, along with a few other things, before starting back.

Dean, however, stopped halfway, and leaned forward, hands on his knees, breathing heavily. Emery turned back, her eyes widening.

"I don't know if I can do this," Dean spoke, his breath coming in pants.

"Dean, calm down," Emery realized Dean was actually losing his cool. He was having a panic attack.

His breaths came quickly and he stared at Emery, eyes wide with panic. Emery met his gaze evenly, just as panicked, not knowing what to do. This kind of situation has never happened before, not with Dean or Sam.

So, the girl gulped, grabbed the side of the man's face in her hands, made his green eyes stare into her blue ones. "Breathe with me, Dean," she stated, making exaggerated breaths to try and get him sync with her. Dean mimicked her, breathing through his mouth as the puffs of air started to even out. Emery smiled when the man was good, his breathing even.

Suddenly, she was dragged into a hug, Dean's arms wrapping tightly around her body. "Thank you so much, Wilson."

"Hey, no problem, Winchester. Now, we gotta go. Don't wanna miss our flight."

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It proved to be easier to get on the plane than Emery thought. She sat between Sam and Dean, the latter trying to read through the safety pamphlet with one hand.

"Just try to relax," Sam tried.

"Just try to shut up," Dean shot back, Emery and Sam sharing an amused look.

Just like that, the plane shot down the runway, Dean squeezing Emery's hand tightly as they lifted off the ground. Suddenly, Dean looked around, panic and fear clear in his eyes.

"Just breathe," Emery whispered in his ear, rubbing soothing circles on his hand with her thumb.

As they flew, Emery ignored the fact that Dean had started humming Metallica, while still squeezing her hand tightly. Sam, however, noticed the older Winchester's humming.

"Are you humming Metallica?"

"It calms me down," Dean said, squeezing Emery's hand a little tighter before loosening up his grip a bit. Emery returned the calming gesture.

"Look man, I get you're nervous, but you gotta stay focused," Sam told Dean, who stopped with the Metallica.

Dean nodded, swallowing, before getting an okay out.

"I mean, we got-" Sam went to check his watch.

Emery, who was reading her Carver Edlund book, cut in, "thirty two minutes, and ticking."

"-to track this thing down, or whoever it is possessing anyway, and perform a full on exorcism," Sam finished, smiling at Emery.

"On a crowded plane, that's going to be easy," Dean sarcastically commented.

"Just, take it one step at a time, alright?" Sam offered, and Emery felt Dean squeeze her hand again.

"Now," Emery broke the boys' conversation up. "Who's meat suit is it riding around in?"

"Well, it's usually going to be somebody with some sort of weakness, you know, a chink in the armour, or something the demon can worm through," Dean stated, still seemingly panicked. "Somebody with an addiction or some sort of emotional distress."

Emery furrowed her eyebrows. So, kinda like you, she thought, before looking around.

"Well, this is Amanda's first flight after the crash," Sam stated.

"If I was her, I would be having eight panic attacks... at once," Emery chimed in, Dean and her sharing a look.

Emery's cheek flared up in a blush.

"Mmhm," Dean said, and suddenly, a stewardess walked by their seat, Dean looking over at her. "Excuse me, are you Amanda?"

"No," the blonde woman denied politely, "I'm not."

"Oh, my mistake," Dean said, nodding at the girl.

He was still freaking out.

"Alright, well, that's gotta be Amanda back there, so, I'll go talk to her, and, uh, I'll get a read on her mental state," Dean said, eyes wide with panic as he let go of Emery's hand.

"Right, what if she's already possessed?" Sam asked.

"There are ways to test that," Emery spoke, looking up from her book that she had no idea what was happening in.

"We brought holy water," Dean chimed in, opening up the bag and grabbing it, showing Sam.

The giant grabbed it, hiding it in his sweater. "No, I think we can be more subtle. If she's possessed, she'll flinch at the name of God."

"Ah, nice," Dean said, undoing his seatbelt and standing up.

"Hey." Sam.

"What?" Dean.

"Say it in Latin." Sam.

"I know." Dean.

"'Kay," Sam spoke softly, "hey!"

"What?" Dean.

"In Latin, it's Christo." Sam.

"Dude, I know, I'm not an idiot," Dean snapped rudely, walking toward the back of the plane.

For the next couple of minutes, Emery and Sam ignored the turbulence and poured over John's journal, trying to find an exorcism that works. They flipped through the many pages of the book, skimming through the pages and trying to find the right one. They hadn't seemed to find it went Dean got back into his seat.

"She has to be the most well adjusted person on the planet," Dean said, grabbing onto Emery's hand again, after he put the seatbelt back on.

"You said Christo?" Emery wondered, and Dean nodded in response.

"Yeah, nothing, nota, zip, there's no demon in her," Dean stated. "There's no demon getting in her."

"So, it's on the plane, it can be anyone, anywhere," Sam chimed in.

Just then, a rather bad bunch of turbulence past, making Dean squeeze Emery's hand tightly, exclaiming "Come on! That can't be normal!"

"It's alright, Winchester," Emery said soothingly. "It's just turbulence."

"Em, this plane is going to crash, so quit treating me like I'm frickin' four!" Dean snapped back, and Emery raised an eyebrow, before lifting her hand to show him their intertwined fingers.

Sam let out a laugh from beside Emery.

"You need to calm down," Emery then stated.

"Well, I'm sorry I can't!"

"Yes, you can," Emery coaxed softly.

"Dude, stow the touchy, feely, self-help, yoga crap, it's not helping-"

"The more you panic the more you are open to demonic possession, so you need to calm yourself down right now," Emery snapped, a little angry at Dean for snapping at her.

Dean gulped, before taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly. Suddenly, a smirk appeared on his face for a second, and he leaned into Emery's ear. His breath fanned over it, making shivers go up Emery's spine, before he whispered, "you could always kiss me... or do a little more. That would help a whole bunch."

Emery felt herself shiver, looking over at Dean again. Their lips were almost touching.

The hunter girl ignored it, before raising her eyebrows at him.

"You good now?"

"Good," Sam noticed Dean was calmer. "Now, I've found an exorcism in here that I think may work."

Emery tuned them out, trying to get her heart to stop beating so fast, the shivers to stop, and the hormonal thoughts out of her head.

She was in the middle of a case, she couldn't be distracted now.

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Emery was grabbed from her seat with a flurry of words, both brothers saying that the co-pilot was the one who was possessed. She took the boys' word for it, as they pulled her back to get Amanda's help.

"Oh Hi! Flight's not to bumpy for you, I hope," Amanda said, looking at Dean. The three hunters exchanged a look.

"See, that's kinda what we need to talk to you about," Dean said as Emery and Sam closed the curtains to the back of the plane.

"Um, okay," Amanda shrugged. "What can I do for you?"

"Alright, this is going to sound nuts but, we jut don't have time for the whole 'the truth is out there' speech-"

"Alright, look, we know you were on flight 2485, " Sam interrupted Dean.

"Who are you people?" Amanda asked.

"We have spoken to other survivors," Emery chimed in, "and we know something brought down that plane, and honey, it wasn't mechanical failure."

"So, we need your help, because we need to stop it from happening again," Dean continued, "here. Now."

"I'm sorry, but, I-I'm very busy," Amanda tried to get past Dean and Sam, but Dean grabbed her shoulders.

"I'm not going to hurt you, okay?" Dean reassured the blonde. "But, listen to me. The pilot of 2485, Chuck Lambert, he's dead."

Emery groaned. "Way to break it to her gently, Dean!"

"Wait-what!? What? Chuck is dead?!" Amanda asked, obviously in denial.

"He got in a plane crash!" Dean said. "Now, that's two plane crashes in two months. That doesn't strike you as strange?"

"Look, there was something wrong with 2485," Sam spoke. "Maybe you sensed it, maybe you didn't, but there is something wrong with this flight too."

"Amanda," Emery pleaded. "You have to believe us!"

The girl looked shell shocked, taking a few moments, before she spoke up.

"On 2485, there was this, uh, this man, he had these eyes-"

"Yes, that's exactly what we're talking about!" Sam said.

"I don't understand, what are you asking me to do?" Amanda questioned, looking confused.

"Go get the co-pilot," Emery demanded. "And bring him back here."

"Why? What does he have to do with anything?" Amanda interrogated.

"Everything," Emery mumbled darkly.

"Don't really have time to explain, we just need to talk to him, okay?" Dean said over her, shooting the girl hunter a glare.

"Well, how am I supposed to go to the cockpit and get the copilot!"

"Do whatever it takes," Sam stated. "Do whatever it takes. Tell him that something is broken back here, okay, whatever that will get him out of the cockpit."

"You know that I could lose my job-"

"Look, you either get the copilot, or we all die. Your pick, Blondie," Emery snapped, glaring at the girl. She got a glare from both Sam and Dean.

It worked, however, and she walked past them, and down the isle. The hunters watched, getting ready to jump the sucker once he got back there. The copilot came through the curtains, before asking "now, what's the problem?"

Dean punched him in the face, knocking him to the ground. Emery then help Dean slam the demon in the ground, before she straddled him, and Dean duct taped his mouth.

"What are you doing!?" Amanda panicked. "I just thought you said you were just gonna talk to him?!"

Emery tuned out the conversation, trying to focus on keeping the demon contained and on the ground.

Emery made sure to keep him as still as she could as the boys sprayed holy water on meat suit. Emery wound her fist back and punch the vessel, before turning to Sam.

"Hurry up, I don't know how much longer I can hold him," Emery said, before focusing back on the demon.

Sam started chanting the Latin exorcism. Once he finished the verse, Emery was suddenly knocked off the demon, who had somehow gotten lose of both her and Dean's grips. Dean took the girl's spot, Emery now trying to hold the Demon's arms down.

Again, she was flung back, same with Dean, before the demon ripped off the duct tape.

"I know what happened to your girlfriend! She must have died screaming! Even now she's burning!"

Dean interrupted the demon by taking another swing at his face, Emery straddling its lap again, holding it down.

"Sam? The exorcism, please!" Emery sassed as the demon continued to struggle against the two hunters.

Sam finished the first part of the exorcism, before claiming that he had him. Now, Emery was holding down his torso, Dean one hand, Sam the other. The black smoke leaked out of the vessel's mouth, before they watched it disappear into the plane's vent.

The next couple of minutes were a blur for Emery. All she could really remember was Dean holding her to him, as the plane started heading toward the ground. Emery couldn't scream, much less actually breathe, especially with Dean squeezing on her torso tightly.

When it finally levelled out, the plane flying in a straight line ahead instead of down, Emery let out a relieved sigh.

They had done it.

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Emery practically kissed the ground once they were off the plane. Though, she much rather have kissed Dean, the man looking even more relieved then she did. They had happened to go back to the airport they had taken off at, and all the passengers were being questioned in what happened.

Emery had came up with a plausible lie that she had ended up crying halfway through, just so she wouldn't have to talk to the FBI anymore.

The girl hunter hadn't waited for the Winchesters. Since the airport was more crowded than usual, she scurried out and to the Impala, where she waited patiently for her boys.

The next day, after Dean and Emery happened to cuddle all night (it turns out that they weren't going to switch. Dean got her every time), they were talking to Jerry. Really, Sam and Dean were, as Emery was looking out at the surroundings. She shook Jerry's hand, before she got into the car.

They had started talking about John and his cellphone, and the guilt was eating at her again.

Emery had thought they had known about John's number. About his voicemail. But as they sat on the Impala's hood, calling John, she almost started to cry.

Dean speeding down the highway and away from the airport knocked her out of her thoughts though. Holy crap was she glad that was over.

No more airports and airplanes for a while, Emery hoped.

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sorta edited.

I finished this at 1:20 am just so I could post this for you guys. I'm deeply sorry and regret that I couldn't update Thursday or Friday. Ilysm people!

I hope the wilchester chapter made up for it.

It was small, but wilchester is going to be a while till they actually get together.

P.s. sorry there is no exorcism in it, but idk Latin.

P.s.s. thanks so much for reading, and please, vote and comment on how I'm doing! Feedback would be nice!