(Jenny's P.O.V.)

The plane had just touched down in Nazareth, Pennsylvania and I was excited. We didn't know where we were going or what we were doing. That's when something caught my attention. A T.V. was tuned in on a channel that was describing the fiery crash of the Britannia Airlines Flight 2485. Hmm interesting. Although it wasn't the crash it's self that had caught my attention. Apparently there had been one before that. All of the survivors but one or two from the first crash died in the second.

"Chris, we might have something." Chris lifted her head and turned to face the screen I was staring at.

"You're right, when's the next flight?"

"Later tonight, should we check it out?" Chris nodded.

"Till then, let's get our car and a place to stay." I nodded and we hurried to the cargo drop off. Amazingly we were able to get them to transport our car, with the promise that we would drive on the right side of the road. We quickly located a motel to stay in and unpacked only the basic necessities. The rooms were smaller than we had planned but we were still able to find comfort in them.

"Hey, what's your hunch on what ever may be cUsing the plane crashes?" Chris asked. I could hear her skepticism and frowned.

"I'm not really sure, for all I know I could be wrong and there really is nothing but malfunctions going on with the flights, but something tells me that there is something going on with the planes." Chris gave me a critical look and I sat down on my temporary bed. Chris sat down and her bed and opened her laptop. I rolled over and off the bed. "Hey, since we now have some American currency, do you want to go get something to eat?" Chris's eyebrows rose and she grinned. Walking outside we walked up to our new-ish car and climbed in. Opening my wallet I peered inside. There was about three hundred American dollars.

"Hey do you think they have blueberry muffins covered in warm butter around here?" I glanced over at her as we pulled out of the parking lot.

"I don't think they sell that, if I'm correct, you have to actually make it." Chris looked taken aback and I smiled. "Sad, I know." While we driving around I noticed a sign advertising a McDonalds. "Hey! Over here! I hear that American McDonalds is better than Britain McDonalds." Chris looked at it wonder and we hurried to find a parking place and hurried inside. As we scanned the list of foods I noticed that they all seemed to be like the things back home.

"Two Big Macs, one root beer, and one strawberry starburst slushy." The man behind the counter rang it up and told us out total. I paid his and we sat down to wait. Chris was scrolling through her phone and I was glancing around when I saw two guys sitting in a corner eating burgers. One of them was taller than the other with wavy brown hair while the other one was shorter with shorter brown hair.

I had to admit, the short one was really good looking, but I was more into guys with longer hair. I tapped Chris on the shoulder and indicated to the guys with a simply nod of the head. Her eyes danced around the room for a moment before settling on the two.

"Short one is better looking." She remarked turning back to her phone. I scoffed.

"You really have no taste in men." She rolled her eyes. Just then our order number was called out. I stood up and walked over to get our tray of food. Thanking him I spun around to head back to our table, but instead I ran into solid man. My slushy was tipping and I quickly transferred it to another hand the root beer was shaking and my hand flew to grab it and cover it so it didn't fall. Glaring I turned my gaze upwards. It was the tall guy from the corner. He looked sorry, but I wasn't happy.

"Man, I'm sorry, I wasn't looking."

"I can tell." I huffed. Suddenly the shorter one appeared and slapped the taller one on the head.

"Don't mind him, he's a knucklehead." I smirked.

"Hmm, sorry I'm not fluent in idiot, could you speak more slowly." The guy looked taken aback and I couldn't tell if it was because of my accent or if it was because of my comment. "Look I'd like to eat my food, so if you could move." THe short guy raised and eyebrow.

"You heard the girl Sammy. Let's scram." As I headed back to the table I heard the short guy say. "You know we should probably look into the plane crashes now, we were asked."

"I know." Sam replied. So they were planning on investigating the planes as well. Not if we did first. Handing Chris her burger and drink I said.

"About those two guys, I think that they may be investigating the planes as well." Chris glanced up.

"So we're going to see them again?" I laughed and smiled.

"Most likely."

(Chris's P.O.V.)

I figured that the only way we would be able to investigate the plane is if we got on as passengers and then did some snooping. Jen on the other hand had decided to steal two flight attendant uniforms and then told the two that were working that we would switch with them. Seating people was easier than I thought and before long we saw the two guys board as well. Jen hid herself so that she wouldn't be recognized and I seated them.

Before long the plane started to rise and I heard a voice over the speakers state the ascendance when I realized that I was suppose to talk to the people.

"Please turn off your cell phones at the moment," Jen said not missing a beat. "The emergency exits are placed here, here, and here." She directed pointing to places along the plane.

"If you feel sick or if the plane catches fire then the air bag like things are above you. Although it won't really do you any good, I mean if the plane catches fire then we'll all probably die." Jen slammed her fist into my rib and gave everyone a false smile.

"Please enjoy your flight." I glared at her and pulled her to the back of the plane.

"What the hell was that for?"

"You were scaring the passengers." She whispered in an angry voice. "Although, it was pretty funny." We quietly laughed to one another for a bit before she straitened up. "Alright, now we need to start investigating." I nodded and we split ways. I was starting to get grumpy because people kept stopping me so that I could get them things. We had been flying for about thirty-five minutes before the planes rocked. I grabbed onto a seat and saw Jen slowly breathing in and out.

Suddenly I heard a commotion. Some how the two guys had traveled up to the cock pit and we slowly leading the co-pilot to the back with the help of someone I recognized by the name of Amanda Walker. Jen noticed as well and we both followed them. The co-pilot's eyes were black and it threw Sam back against the wall.

"Dean start reciting!" Sam shouted. I instantly recognized it as a chant to exorcises demons. Not wanting to be possessed Jen and I started to recite as well. The two guys didn't notice and Dean started splashing what I assumed was holy water on the demon possessed person. IT started to shout something about a girl named Jess, but before I could do anything else it was exorcised and vanished into the air duct. I backed up a bit when the plane started to dive. Jen's eyes flashed and I saw her take off towards the cock pit. That's when I saw Sam drop some book. People were screaming all around and I saw Dean pinned to the paneling of one of the walls.

Spying the book I snatched it up and threw it as Sam who finished the chant. The plane leveled out and slowly the screaming died down.

(Jenny's P.O.V.)

After the plane leveled out I sat down for a moment. I saw that the tow guys, Sam and Dean, were talking to Amanda Walker and I could tell that Chris was also glad that the whole thing was over. I stood up and walked towards Chris, when I got there Sam walked over.

"Were you guys....chanting as well." He had a curious and wondrous look to his face.

"Yes," I replied. "If I'm correct, then that was a demon, what I don't know is who this Jess is. Although I am sure that she has something to do with you, so I shall be inclined to keep to myself." I gave him a small smile. "Thank you for helping us, even though you were unaware, but we were also trying to find out why the planes were crashing at the exact same time." Sam looked somewhat impressed.

"Hey Sammy, who are you-." Dean came up and gave me a gaping look. "What are you doing here?" I smirked.

"Riding in a plane, what's it look like." He laughed and sat down.

.   .   .

Later when the plane had finally landed I followed the two out into the plane terminal and watched as paramedics examined people. I hated doctors of any kind so I stayed far away.

"Look thanks for your help, my name is Sam Winchester and this is my brother Dean."

"Nice to officially meet you." I replied shaking his hand. "My name is Jen Remington and this is my sister Chris." He laughed and asked.

"Are you from...."

"Britain," I finished laughing. "Yes, actually, we are." We were walking out to the parking lot and I saw Dean walk to a 1967 Chevy Impala. Squealing I hurried over to admire his car. "Oh my gosh, this is an amazing car. I use to have a  custom black 1967 Mustang, before someone crashed into me anyway. Now we have a 1979 Triumph TR7. It's not a terrible car, but I would have preferred our other car. The Triumph is a classic though." Sam smiled.

"If you and Dean didn't argue so much then I'm sure you guys could be friends." I smiled.

"Well maybe we'll see you again, till then my sister and I have places to go, monsters to destroy, people to save. The works." He grinned and I turned to the drivers side door and slid in. Chris followed and sat in the passenger side. Shutting her door I said. "You know, I'm starting to think that Sam isn't all that bad looking." I wiggled my eyebrows and Chris laughed.

"You hit on guys like they're going extinct."

"The good ones anyway." Laughing I started the car and backed up. "So, I was thinking, you want to go to Ohio, I hear they have great pawpaw." She gave me a quizzical look. "Tomato." I whispered. She groaned and we drove off heading to a different part of the state.