Odessa could be interpreted as an exquisite form of art that was sculpted to personify beauty and elegance. With her lengthy, ebony waves and smooth, golden skin. Her eyes a glimmering shade of mocha that blazed with enigmatic secrecy. Her plump lips coated in flaming maroon, which she'd grown accustomed with applying. Her average height complimented her barrel-chested appearance, along with the perfectly constructed hourglass figure. With her sultry and seductive behavior, she effortlessly and consistently appeared beautiful. Nearly all couldn't fathom how attractive Odessa was, which usually implied the awe-filled gazes and agape jaws, not that she minded, and her appearance frequently concealed her equally prodigious personality. However, Odessa had grown accustomed with the compliments and attempts in perusing a sexual relationship.

            Nevertheless, Odessa hadn't become acquainted with how disdaining others could possibly be. How others would instantaneously criticize and judge Odessa merely because she was beautiful. They assumed because her appearance was outstanding, her personality and intelligence hadn't reached the expected predictions. She commonly responded with a scoff, which was proceeded by a sly smirk, and and finally the glorious hair flip. Odessa De Los Santos was multiple things; capable of protecting herself and aware of her advantages, but she was not fragile or a damsel in distress. What a majority of the male population failed to acknowledge was that women were capable of completing duties without the assistance of a male figure. 

            With that being said, Odessa was somewhat offended when receiving questioning glances when displaying her faux identification card to the guard with darker complexion. His eyes examined Odessa's figure arbitrarily. Typically, the warrior wouldn't had minded his indiscreet roaming eyes, however, his eyes glimmered with judgment. Odessa quirked a brow as she pressed the identification close, pursing her lips into a thin line as she trailed behind Sam and Dean with a bitter expression. With her sudden alteration in behavior, she failed to notice the lustful gazes she earned from the older men who leaned against the doorframe to her left. Dean held the door open, allowing access for the Guardian. As Odessa entered the abundant room, Dean sent harsh glares at the older men, who returned to their duties. 

            The door came into contact with the doorframe with a deafening bang, echoing throughout the room which contained the salvaged parts of the plane. Dean slowed his paced, observing Odessa's movements with a smug grin tugging at the corners of lips as his eyes roamed her physique. Her rose gold apparel was a pencil skirt that ended just above her knees and came to a halt, her blouse too was was skin-tight, presenting her thoroughly carved curves and an emblem plastered on her hip. His thoughts momentarily drifted to the risque images of him firmly gripping her hips. Noticing he was falling behind from the two, he swiftly made his way in front of them, pulling the makeshift E.M.F meter from his pocket. "What is that?" Sam asked as Dean pressed the earphones into his ears. 

            "It's an E.M.F meter," replied Dean, "It reads electromagnetic frequencies."  Odessa studied the salvage carefully, folding her arms across her chest. A majority of the plane was missing, only the cockpit, burned seats, and other unidentifiable parts were to be seen. Wires could be seen in all directions, having Odessa wonder how bad the crash must have been. 

            Sam was swift to retort a snarky comment. "Yeah, I know what an E.M.F meter is," He said, "But why does that one look like a busted-up Walkman?" Odessa puckered her brows together, coming to a halt and examining the device in Dean's palm. 

            His verdant eyes blazed with pride as he spoke, "'Cause that's what I made it out of. It's homemade." He grinned brightly, showcasing the device to Sam as if he hadn't seen it before. Sam feigned a smile, shifting from his left foot to his right.

            "Yeah, I can see that." Odessa glared intensely at the younger brother as Dean's enthusiasm was demolished from his expression. Rolling her eyes as she shook her head softly, Odessa nudged Dean's side with her elbow. 

            "Ignore him," She whispered, looking upwards at him. "I think it's pretty impressive, actually." She gave him a lopsided grin as she continued trudging alongside Sam, surveying the heaps of junk. 

            Dean jammed his E.M.F meter back inside his pocket as he noticed the readings were blaring through his earbuds. "Check out the emergency door handle." Odessa furrowed a brow as Dean grazed the rusted metal with his fingernail, eyebrows scrunched together as he spoke. "What is this stuff?" Sam replied as he fished out his pocketknife and a translucent bag, scraping off some samples from the metal. Sam placed his knife and bag inside his pocket again, deciding he'd have enough to determine what is was. Hearing heavy and various sets of footsteps with her enhanced hearing, Odessa gripped both brother's forearms tightly. "We need to go now," She demanded, ignoring their questioning glances. Pointing to her ear, she added, "Enhanced hearing, remember?" Both nodded and jogged to the exit.

             The sudden gust of wind blasted against Odessa skin and her eyes squinted as the sunlight's rays cascaded across her face. They remained calm and collected as they trudged to the exit of the facility, that was until the alarm began blaring loudly in all directions. Panicking, the three sprinted to the locked gateway, leaping forward as their hands intertwined with the wires of the gate. Odessa was impressed with her haste as she lurched forward and climbed over the fence with ease, landing upright on both heels. "These monkey suits might come in handy." Dean said before dashing off, both Sam and Odessa trailing not far behind.

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             Sam's phone was pressed against Odessa's cheek and ear as she feigned a buoyant attitude when conversing with Dennis Holloway. She plastered an optimistic grin, though she knew Dennis couldn't see her, and voiced her farewells. "Thank you for your time, and for taking our survey" She said, perching her elbow on the windowsill of the Impala. Tightly squeezing her eyes shut as she mustered an invigorating tone, she forcefully spoke, "And if you do plan to fly, please don't forget your friends at United Britannia Airlines. Thank you." Pressing the 'end' button on the phone, Odessa groaned lightly as she extended her arm over the seats and handed Sam his phone.

            "Blaine Sanderson and Dennis Holloway are officially taken care of," She informed, reclining her back against the Impala's provided cushions. Observing the darkness of the night when it all appeared as an attached blur of trees and clouds. "The flight attendant Amanda Walker is remaining. Her sister Karen said her flight leaves Indianapolis at 8:00." Examining her coated nails, she frowned as she noticed the polish was chipping from the edges. Despite having downed two cups of coffee an hour prior as Jerry inspected the samples Sam offered, she was unusually tired. Perhaps it was because she only gotten three hours of sleep, one was used when exchanging stories with Dean, and the remaining was with her reminiscing in her memories. "That sounds like our luck." 

            "Dean, this is a five-hour drive, man, even with you behind the wheel. " Sam commented.

            The eldest brother's gaze remained on the darkened road, "Call Amanda's cellphone again and see if we can't head her off at the pass." Odessa restrained her eyelids from the tempting slumber that itched its way through her body. 

            Yawning, she responded hazily as she dragged her fingers through her hair. "I already left her three messages, her phone must be off." 

            "God, we're never gonna make it." Sam sighed.

            "Oh, we'll make it." Dean grunted, speeding faster than usual.

            Upon entering the airport, Odessa was genuinely surprised at the crowds, or lack thereof, when sprinting inside. She grimaced as she roughly came into contact with various of people, only to shout her apologies. They came to a halt when glimpsing upwards at the minuscule screens placed above their heads. Her eyes squinted as she attempted to read the microscopic sentences and numbers. Sam jutted his index fingers at one of the screens, reading aloud. "Right there. They're boarding in 30 minutes."

            Odessa's chest heaved upwards and downwards as she tried to catch her breath. Her throat was abnormally dry and her body was screaming for water. "Okay. We still have some cards to play. We need to find a phone." His eyes searched for the phone booths, dashing towards the nearest one. Raising the phone to his ear, he began to muster the first lie he could think of, only to be proved wrong. 

           Odessa watched as Dean paced back and forth, clearly frustrated with the whole ordeal of Amanda ending the call. Pursing her lips into a thin line, Odessa suggested an idea. "Plan B, we are going on the plane."

            Dean's eyes widened in a considerable size as she mentioned the idea, "Now, just hold on a second." The raven-haired warrior inclined her head, eyebrow raising as she did so. His demeanor had entirely altered in those few seconds; frigid and alert. 

            "Dean, that plane is leaving with over 100 passengers on board, and if we're right, that plane is going to crash." Sam said, whispering the last part of the sentence.

            "I know."

            "Okay, we're getting on that plane, and we need to find that demon and exorcise it. I'll get the tickets, and you both just go and get whatever you can out of the trunk, and whatever will make it passed security. Meet me back here in five minutes."

            Pivoting to scamper to the Impala, Dean remained fixated where he stood with his panicked expression. Odessa furrowed her brows, taking a few steps backwards to face the hunter. She gently settled her palm on his shoulder, "Are you okay," She questions, "You look a little off." 

            Dean's eyes flickered from place to place, jerking his head as he responded. "No, not really."

            "What? What's wrong?" Sam asks worriedly.

            Dean appears apprehensive of announcing his worries, "Well, I kind of have this problem with, uh—"

            Odessa raised an eyebrow at Dean's wave of dismissal as he whispered his dilemma. She shifted her weight to her right leg, settling her hand on her hip. "Flying?" She questioned, nibbling on her lower lip to conceal the amused grin threatening to form. She didn't want to tarnish the man's ego if she released a giggle. Spreading his arms wide, Dean appeared to be miffed by Odessa's hilarity of his fear. "It's never really been an issue until now." 

            Bemused, Sam couldn't refrain his judgmental tone when questioning his brother. "You're joking, right?" The lines crease on Dean's forehead, brows furrowed, when he responds with an embarrassed tone. Odessa abstained herself from abashing Dean with a sarcastic sneer, evidently not wanting to destroy the self-confidence he held for himself. 

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

            Sam sighed lightly, eyes flickering from Dean to Odessa as he accumulated a plan in his thoughts. "All right, we'll go," Sam says, motioning in Odessa's direction. "We'll do this one on our own." Odessa nodded, stepping besides Sam. As much as she wanted to tease and listen to the remaining conversation, she knew she'd have to leave soon if they wanted to go on board. 

            "What are you, nuts? You said it yourself, the plane's gonna crash."

            Softening her features, Odessa inched near the panicked hunter, urgency lacing her tongue. "We can work together, or Sam and I will do it alone," She stated, chuckling humorlessly. "Either way, there's no way I'm letting a hundred people die." Dean was distressed. He didn't want to board the plane, yet Odessa was right. He couldn't allow the death of a hundred passengers merely because he was scared.

            Odessa smirked slyly, "Don't worry, Dean. I'll hold your hand."

<<>>

            The anxiety and dismay in the atmosphere disintegrated when Dean volunteered to speak with Amanda in hopes of discovering if she were possessed by the demon. Odessa peered over her shoulder, observing Dean's stiff movements when he attempted to speak casually with the blonde. Huffing from her cheeks, Odessa examined her chipped nails once more. "You know," She began, gathering the attention of Sam. "I haven't been traveling with you both for long, but this is the most scared I've seen Dean. It's kind of funny." She said, a grin erupting on her lips as she chuckled alongside Sam. 

            Minutes must have passed when Dean reappeared at down beside Sam. "All right, well, she's got to be the most well-adjusted person on the planet." 

            The turbulence of the plane interrupted Sam and Dean's conversation, having the eldest brother firmly grip the arm rests and tense as he shook wildly in his seat. Odessa simpered as she attempted to reassure Dean. Lurching forward, she oversaw Sam's broad shoulders and spoke soothingly. "Hey, it's just a little turbulence," She consoled, "Nothing to worry about." Dean inhaled sharply as he craned his neck to face the placid warrior.

            "Odessa, this plane is going to crash, so quit treating me like I'm friggin' four." Odessa's once soft features altered into a snarky expression as she reclined her back against the seat. 

            "Then quit acting like you're four." Folding her arms across her chest, she gazed out the window and into the midnight sky, seemingly irked with Dean's insinuating manner. She had been just fine ignoring the brother's immature bantering until Sam nudged her arm. He appeared desperate for her to try and ease Dean's fear, to which she rolled her eyes and unbuckled her seat. Wedging herself between the seats and Sam's abnormally lengthy legs, she squatted before Dean. 

            "Listen, you're panicking. I get it," She whispered, not wanting to gather the attention of other passengers. "But you're making yourself bait for demonic possession, so you need to calm yourself down right now." Dean nodded softly as he exhaled slowly. She grinned smugly at Sam as she stood from her position and buckled herself back in her seat.

<<>>

            Odessa furrowed her brows as she witnessed Amanda exiting the curtains where Sam and Dean spoke with her. Trailing Amanda as she knocked on the cockpit's door, gathering the attention of the co-pilot from the room. Sam motioned that it was the co-pilot the demon was possessing, and Odessa nodded. Standing from her seat, she swiftly made her way to the curtains and waited patiently as Amanda and the man neared them.

            As the co-pilot entered the room, Dean had been the one to punch him, distracting him and tossing him to the floor. Odessa staggered to the floor beside the demon, assisting Dean as they used their strength to hold the demon down while Sam spoke Latin. Her grip loosed as she was tossed to the wall, groaning as her head roughly came into contact with the metal. The demon's voice was strangely deep, and he taunted Sam about Jessica until Dean punched him again. Shaking her head, she crawled besides Dean.

           As the demon exited the co-pilot's body and traveled into the air ducts, Odessa stood from where she was crouching, only to be thrown to the wall as the plane began to go down. She tightly closed her eyes as she firmly gripped on the nearest object. Her stomach was suffused with butterflies as the lights flickered off and on. A sting on her forehead caught her attention. Apprehensively, she released her grasp on whatever it had been she was holding, and touched her forehead. Crimson stained her finger and she shook it off, returning her hand on the item. 

            The plane then returned to normal, having Odessa sighed in relief as she fell to the floor. The angst in her stomach was gone. She'd been breathing heavily as Dean assisted her upright. 

           "Holy fuck, let's never do that again."

(A/N: I'm about to go eat with my family so that's why the ending is so crappy and might be a ton of grammatical errors. I need to finish getting ready so thanks for reading and don't be afraid to comment :))