AN: I'm sorry, I've had to do a lot of traveling lately which hasn't left me a lot of time to update and I've been focusing a little too much on my HP fic.

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Sam, Dean, and Piper had immediately went into research mode. Normally, they don't do research all together or as extreme as they were now, except on cases that had potential to be especially dangerous and could easily get out of hand. There were photos on the wall, all of Piper's files and books were strewn all over her bed with several pages folded or bookmarked, Sam's laptop was on, and Piper was rapidly jotting down notes on every piece of useful information they managed to dig up on Demons and air planes. Dean and Piper were pouring over the books, while Sam stuck to his computer.
Sam suddenly looked up, "So, every religion in every world culture has the concept of demons and demonic possession, right? I mean Christian, Native American, Hindu, you name it." Dean shook his head, "Yeah, but none of them describe anything like this." Piper shook her head and pointed to a paragraph in the book she was reading, "That's not entirely true. According to Japanese culture, certain demons are behind certain disasters. It can be manmade or natural." Sam continued, "Yeah, like one causes earthquakes, another causes disease." Dean raised an eyebrow, "And you think this one causes plane crashes?" Piper shrugged and nodded, "We've much more far fetched theories turn out to be true. It's plausible and it's the not theory we've got."
"All eight, so what," asked Dean, "We have a demon that's evolved with the times and found a way to ratchet up the body count?" Sam looked down, feeling remorse towards all of the innocent people who must've died at this monster's hands, "Yeah. You know, who knows how many planes it's brought down before this one?" Dean snorted a little and turned. Piper looked up at him with concern, "What?" He sighed, "I don't know, Guys. This isn't our normal gig. I mean, demons, they don't want anything, just death and destruction for its own sake. This is big. And I wish Dad was here." Sam nodded, "Yeah, me too." Piper studied Dean's features. There was something bothering him about this gig, she could feel that much, but what? Besides the demon thing, of course.
Before Piper could build up the courage to ask, Dean's phone rang and he answered it. Piper had a strange feeling that whoever was calling, was bearing bad news.

Jerry: "Dean, it's Jerry."

Dean: "Oh, hey Jerry."

Jerry: "My pilot friend...Chuck Lambert is dead."

Dean : "Wha-Jerry, I'm sorry. What happened?"

Jerry: "He and his buddy went up in a small twin about an hour ago. The plane went down."

Dean: "Where'd this happen?"

Jerry: "About sixty miles west of here, near Nazareth."

Dean: "I'll try and ignore the irony in that."

Jerry: "I'm sorry?"

Dean: "Nothing. Jerry, hang in there, all right? We'll catch up with you soon."

Dean hung up the phone and looked at his curious siblings, slightly exasperated. Piper bit her lip, "Another plane crash?" He nodded, "Yeah let's go." Sam stood up as his sister pulled on her jacket, "Where?" "Nazareth."

-Nazareth-
The trio all sat in an office with Jerry as he peered into the microscope. "Sulfur?" Asked Dean when he looked up. Jerry nodded. Piper, who was sitting in on the desk with her hands shoved into her pocket stood up and went to sit on the table Sam was at to look at the file he was reading, "So, Chuck must've been the demon's target. I mean, it's not often you get in two crashes so close together with one person. That means that this isn't just a demon being destructive. There's a pattern."
"With all due respect to Chuck," started Sam, "If that were the case, that would be the good news." Dean looked at him, "What's the bad news." Sam looked down at the file on the crash, "Chuck's plane went down exactly forty minutes into flight. And get this, so did flight 2485." Jerry looked confused, seeing in the hunters' eyes that this information was apparently significant, "Forty minutes? What does that mean?"
"It's biblical numerology," Supplied Dean, "You know Noah's ark, it rained for forty days. The number means death." Sam scrolled down on his laptop and look up, "I went back, and there have been six plane crashes over the last decade that all went down exactly forty minutes in." Piper scanned the files, "Did anybody survive the crashes?" Sam shook his head, "No. Or not until now, at least, not until flight 2485, for some reason. On the cockpit voice recorder, remember what the EVP said?" Dean repeated the words, the meaning finally dawning on him, "No survivors." He closed his eyes and took a breath, "It's going after all the survivors. It's trying to finish the job."

-Impala-
Dean was driving while Sam and Piper were calling people, trying to make sure they wouldn't be flying without raising suspicions. Piper was currently speaking to a woman in a cheery voice, "Well, thank you so much, ma'am, for taking our survey! Have a nice day and don't hesitate to come on down to the United Britannia Airlines the next time you choose to fly!" She hung up and groaned, "God, it's exhausting to sound so damn cheerful!" Sam nodded as he hung up on his own call, "Tell me about. Well, that takes care of Elaine Sanderson and Dennis Holloway. They're not flying anytime soon."
Dean nodded, "So our only wild card is flight attendant, Amanda Walker." Piper sighed, "Yeah, her sister, Karen, told me her flight leaves Indianapolis at eight p.m. Poor thing is getting on a plane for the first time since the last crash." Dean nodded, "Sounds like our kind of luck." "This is a five hour drive man," said Sam, "Even with you behind wheel." "Call Amanda's cellphone again," Said Dean as a motorcycle drove past, "see if we can't head her off at the pass."
Piper shook her head, "It's no use, D. Me and Sam left her three voicemails each already. Her phone probably isn't even on. I don't think they're aloud to have them on and if we leave too many messages, she probably won't calling us back, thinking we're some kind of weirdos."
Sam rubbed his hand through his hair in frustration, "God, we're never going to make it." Dean looked at his sister's worried expression in the rearview mirror, "Oh we'll make it." Piper bit her lip. They had to make it. This girl had family and she was finally getting her old life back after the crash. She closed her eyes and muttered a prayer under her breath. Her brothers didn't know it but she did this often. Different hunters found different ways to cope with their job and all the guilt and high stakes that come with it. Some drank, some smoked, Piper had found herself taking a different path. She liked to ask for forgiveness and to think that there were some supernatural forces that weren't evil. It kept her sane, anyway.
Sam glanced back at his sister and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, but he remained silent.

-Airport, Indianapolis-
When the Winchesters reached their destination, it was night time. They rushed into the building, pushing past several men in suits to get to the departure board. Sam pointed, "Right there. They're boarding in thirty minutes." Dean huffed, still a little out of breath from all of the running, "Okay. We still have some cards to play. We need to find a phone."
Dean picked up a courtesy phone and called airline services and asked to speak to Amanda.

Amanda: "This is Amanda Walker."

Dean: "Miss Walker. Hi, this is Dr. James Hetfield from St. Francis Memorial Hospital. We have a Karen Walker here."

Amanda: "Karen?"

Dean: "Nothing serious, just a minor car accident, but she was injured, so-"

Amanda: "Wa-wait, that's impossible. I just got off the phone with her."

Dean paused.

Dean: "You what?"

Amanda: "Five minutes ago. She's at her house, cramming for a final. Who is this?"

Piper's eye's widened, Amanda was getting suspicious. She hurriedly snatched the phone away, "I am so sorry Miss! My coworker misread our patient's ID. The patient we have is Karen Walters not Karen Walker. We sincerely apologize for the scare." Amanda sighed in relief, "Oh thank God. It's alright, I'm not mad. It's an easy mistake to make." Piper paused, "But do you think you could come down just in case?" Amanda turned her down politely and with no other excuses to give, Piper said a quick goodbye and hung up.
Piper turned to her brothers, "We've gotta get on that plane." Dean froze, wide eyed, "Whoa, whoa, now just hold on a second." Sam looked at his brother impatiently, "Dean, that plane is leaving with over a hundred passengers on board, and if we're right, that plane is gonna crash." Dean nodded with obvious fear, "I know." Piper tilted her head to the side as she looked at Dean, "Sam, go get the tickets. I've got this."
Sam ran off and Piper moved to her oldest brother's side, "What's wrong, Dean?" She put her hand on his shoulder, to comfort him but when she did, she felt a jolt. It wasn't a jolt of electricity but it felt similar to being shocked from the static on someone who had rubbed their sock-covered feet on a shag carpet, but instead of a small amount of minor pain, she felt a sharp pinprick of fear and she looked up at her brother, "Oh my gosh, you're afraid of flying." Dean tried to play of his nervousness, "Pfft...no."
The huntress shook her head, "But it makes perfect sense! You've never flown before, you love cars, and a plane crash would be one of the few ways for you or Sam and me to die without having a way to stop it. It's okay to admit it, D. Plenty of people have Pteromerhanophobia." Dean raised an eyebrow, "Pterodactylhamwhatia?" She rolled her eyes, "It's the flying phobia." Sam walked over with the tickets, "Hey I got the...what's wrong with Dean?" She sighed, "Pteromerhanophobia."
Sam's eyes widened in realization, "All right. Uh, me and Piper will go." Dean's head snapped up from where he had been looking at the floor, "No way in hell am I'm lettin' you two fight a Demon on a flying deathtrap without me. We're a team, Sammy. If that plane crashes and you two go down, I will never forgive myself." Piper put her hands on her hips, "Well it's either we board alone and you stay here with no way to help or you come with us and fight." She finished her sentence with a wicked grin and turned around confidently and strode to where people were boarding the plane with out even looking back, "Come on Sammy!" Dean wiped the sweat off and shouted after them, "Oh come on, guys! Really? Man...I hate this hunt."

-On the Plane-
Sam looked at his siblings in exasperation, "Are you guys really humming Metallica at a time like this?!" She shrugged, "It calms him. I would sing if we weren't in public." Sam sighed, Piper sat next to Dean and Sam sat in the seat in front of them. Luckily, no on sat next to Sam, so nobody would over hear them talking. The people behind them were asleep with earplugs in before the plane had even took off. Piper suspected they had taken sleeping pills so they wouldn't have to endure the flight.
Piper looked at her older brother with worry as the plane took off and his face turned green, "Are you okay Dean? Do you need a bag or something? You look like you're gonna pu-" He held up a hand, "Please, don't say puke." Sam looked at them, "We need to focus. We've got thirty-two minutes and counting to track this thing down, or whoever it's possessing, anyway, and perform a full-on exorcism." Dean snorted, "Yeah, like that's going to be easy." "Just take it one step at a time, all right?" Asked Sam, "Now, who is it possessing?"
Piper analyzed the crowd of people, "Well, there are ways of narrowing it down. The person they possess usually has some sort of weakness that the demon can use to his advantage and get into a person's head and gain control of the mind." Dean nodded, "Yeah, like a chink in a suit of armor or a hole in a fence, something the Demon can worm through. Normally they go for somebody with an addiction or some kind of emotional distress."
'Like a phobia.' Piper thought, but didn't say it out loud. "Well, this is Amanda's first flight after the crash. If I were her, I'd be pretty messed up." Sam mused aloud and the other two agreed this was a high possibility." Piper turned backwards in her seat to get a good look of where the front of the plane was, "Well, I've only seen two flight attendants here. To find Amanda all we need to do is figure out which one isn't her." As one of the blonde flight attendants passed Dean turned to her, "Excuse me, are you Amanda." The attendant smiled politely, "No, I'm not."
Dean nodded and returned the smiled, still somewhat shaky from his phobia, "Oh, my mistake." Piper looked back at the other flight attendant, "So that woman over there must be Amanda. Now all we've got to do is test her to see if she's already possessed by the demon." Dean sat up more in his seat, "Well, I'll go talk to her and get a read on her mental state and if she's possessed, I brought this just in case." He revealed a Virgin Mary-shaped bottle of water from his pocket. Holy water. Sam snatched it out of his hand and put it in his hoodie, "No. I think we can go more subtle. If she's possessed, she'll flinch at the name of God."
Piper grinned, "Alright, Sammy! I forgot about that. That will be a little easier than trying to explain why you threw water in her face or trying to explain to the passengers why their attendant's skin was burned. Just remember to say it in Latin." Dean nodded and turned to go but Sam pulled him back, "In Latin, it's Christo." Dean rolled his eyes, "I know, Sam. I'm not an idiot!" Piper sighed, "Sam, you ought to give him a little more credit. Just because he didn't make A's in school, doesn't mean he isn't smart. He didn't care about his grades because he knew he'd just end up hunting alway. When it comes to hunting, he is a genius." Sam shrugged, "I was just reminding him."
After talking to her, Dean found out that she was no longer a nervous flier and she wasn't possessed. He told this much to Sam and Piper. "So if it's on the plane," Sam starts, "It can be anyone, anywhere." Piper shrugged, "It's possible that it knows we're onto it and decided not to crash it. She's a flight attendant, this won't be her last flight." Sam shook his head, "I don't think so. I think that if the demon knows we're here, it will think this is the perfect opportunity to get rid us. Plus, we need to keep our guard up. The moment we relax, will be the moment it strikes."
Piper nodded and the plane shook. Dean jumped, "Oh, Come on! That can't be normal!" Piper grabs his hand, " Damn it, Dean! You need to calm down. It was just a little turbulence! Just pretend this is a giant bus and the turbulence is just little bumps in the road." Piper was scared that this hunt was a bit too much for him. She hadn't known his phobia was this severe! Thankfully, he seemed to calm down a little at her words, "Yeah, okay. It's just a bus." He only said it once but she could tell he was repeating the words in his head like a mantra, 'Just a bus. Just a bus, Just a bus...' She sighed, he was still freaked out.
Sam studied him, "Listen, if you're panicked, you're wide open for a demon possession. So you need to calm yourself down right now." He took a deep breathe and Piper smiled and pulled the journal John had left them, "Great, now, I've got a exorcism right here, that I think will work just fine. Rituals Romanum. I know most of it, but the demon might realize that and head for me because of that so you guys need to do it too. I told Sam about it in the car."
Dean nodded, "What do we have to do?" Sam recounted what he and Piper had read, "It's two parts. The first part expels the demon from the victim's body. It makes it manifest, which actually makes it more powerful." Dean's eyes widened slightly in alarm, "More powerful?" That wasn't good. Sam nodded, "Yeah." "How?" Piper jumped in to answer, "It doesn't need to possess somebody to cause chaos when you rip it out of it's vessel like that." Dean looked at them like they were nuts, "Oh. Why is that a good thing?" Piper shot him a wicked grin, "Because part two sends the demonic bastard right back into Hell." Dean nodded, likening the sound of that, "But first things first, we gotta find it."
Dean crept slowly down the aisle with his emf that was disguised to look like a music player of some kind, looking for a reading, but all he got were a bunch of weird looks from the other passengers. Sam suddenly clapped him on the shoulder and he jumped, "Ah! Don't do that!" Piper rolled her eyes at them, "Did you find anything?" Dean shook his head, "No, nothin'. Sam, how much time we got?" Sam looked at his watch, "Fifteen minutes. Maybe we missed somebody." Dean shook his head, "Maybe the thing just isn't on the plane, like Piper said. Piper's never wrong. She's got that, uh, women's institution." Piper rolled her eyes (she seemed to be doing that a lot lately), "First of all, it's 'women's intuition' and second of all, I was just saying it's a possibility." Dean grumbled, "Well maybe you were right." Sam looked at him doubtfully, "Do you really believe, that?" He looked at his younger brother hopefully, "Well, I will if you will."
Their conversation was interrupted when the EMF meter suddenly spiked when the copilot came out of the bathroom and headed back to the cockpit. Dean's head snapped up and he stared at the manmade realizing he hadn't scanned him yet. Sam asked him what was wrong but instead of answering, he whispered, "Christo." The Copilot spun around to look at him with pitch black eyes that justed shouted evil. Dean and Sam looked at each other in shock. And Piper? Piper was a bit preoccupied at the moment.
She hissed and clutched her forehead as she was hit with a sudden wave of nausea topped with a small headache. She gripped the nearest seat to regain her balance and the feeling disappeared as quickly as it came. She shook it off in time to see the demon's eyes. When it's eyes met hers it looked at her strangely, but she didn't have time to decipher the look before he entered the cockpit. The hunters exchanged looks.
They needed to get to Amanda.

-Page Break-
They frantically headed towards the back of the plane, where the flight attendant was. Sam was doubtful, "She's not going to believe this." "Twelve minutes, dude." Dean exclaimed. Piper looked up at Sam, "If you have a better plan, I'd love to here it. Otherwise, this is our only option."
Amanda gave Dean a friendly smile, "Oh, hi! Flight's not too bumpy for you, I hope." Dean hesitated, "Actually, that's kind of what we need to talk to you about." She looked puzzled but gestured for them to come into the back with her to talk and closed the blue curtain behind her, "Um, okay. What can I do for you?" Dean sighed, "All right, this is gonna sound nuts, but we just don't have time for the whole 'the truth is out there' speech right now." Sam continued, "All right, look, we know you were on flight 2485." Her cheery expression faded, "Who are you people?" Piper launched into the tale, trying to stay very close to the truth without giving away enough to cause the girl to refuse to help out of fear, "Amanda, we don't have much time. After talking to the other survivors we've concluded that that plane did not go down from mechanical failure. Something caused that plane to crash and we need your help to ensure that never happens again."
Amanda tried to brush past Dean but he stopped her, "Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Wait a second. I'm not gonna hurt you, okay? But listen to me, uh...The pilot in 2485, Chuck Lambert. He's dead." That got the woman's attention, "Wait. What? What, Chuck is dead?" "He died in a plane crash," Dean explained Now, that's two plane crashes in two months. That doesn't strike you as strange?" Amanda started to argue but Sam gave her a pleading look, "Amanda, you have to believe us."
She sighed and conceded with a little hesitation, "On...on 2485, there was this man. He...had these eyes." Sam snapped his fingers and pointed at her, "Yes! That's exactly what we're talking about." Amanda shook her head, still trying to process the information, "I don't understand, what are you asking me to do?" Piper pointed to the cockpit, "We need to get the copilot in here." The flight attendant began to get frustrated, "Why? What does he have to do with anything?" She didn't like how they were clearly holding back information.
"Don't have time to explain," Dean said anxiously, "We just need to talk to him okay?" After hearing the genuine anxiety in his voice, she slowly started to believe them, "How am I supposed to go in the cockpit and get the copilot-" Sam interrupted her, "Do whatever it takes. Tell him there's something broken back here, whatever will get him out of that cockpit." She took a breath, "Do you know that I could lose my job if you-" Dean stopped her, "Okay, well you're gonna lose a lot more if you don't help us out." The older woman spared a glance at Piper, who nodded encouragingly, before gathering up all of her courage and caving, "Okay."
Piper had to admit, Amanda was strong and she was handling the situation a lot better than expected. The blonde knocked on the door and made up an excuse and led the copilot to where the Winchester's were waiting. Piper actually felt very guilty about not telling her, because she knew that she was going to feel betrayed and horrified when they broke their promise of 'only wanting to talk' to the copilot. Piper passed the journal with the incantation in it to Sam.
The demon-possessed man entered and asked what was wrong, but wasn't to even able finish his sentence before he was knocked into the cold, metal floor by Piper when she punched him in the nose and landed a kick in the shin. Amanda just stood there, frozen in absolute dread and trepidation as Dean straddled him and duct taped his mouth shut. The woman protested as tears welled in her eyes, "Wait. What are you doing? You said you were just gonna talk to him." Dean looked up at her, "We are going to talk to him." He poured the holy water onto the struggling demon to show Amanda the creature's true nature.
Amanda's expression morphed into abhorrence and panic when the man's skin began to burn and sizzle, "Oh, my God. what's wrong with him?" Piper looked her the eyes, "Amanda, calm down, okay? We need you to do to guard the curtain. Trust me, you don't want to see what happens next." Sam nodded, "Don't let anybody in, okay? Can you do that? Can you do that? Amanda?" The woman had had her hands on her head and was freaking out as she watched the demon trash under the mysterious and handsome, leather-clad figure, but she calmed down enought to nod and dart out of the room, knowing that the longer she stayed, the worse things were going to get.
Dean shouted at his brother and sister, "Hurry up, guys! I don't know how long I can hold him!" Sam knelt beside the demon and held the journal opened at the right page while Piper sat right beside him, prepared to look over his shoulder just in case she forgot some of the words.
The youngest Winchesters began started to exorcise the copilot while Dean sprinkled the water from the bottle onto it's body, "Regna terrae, cantate Deo, psallite Domino-" The hellion briefly broke free and punched each of the brothers. Dean subdued it before it could hit Piper and they resumed the ritual. After another minute though, the demon threw the hunter off of him and ripped the tape from it's mouth and head-butted Piper as hard as it could, sending her flying into the wall.
Sam and Dean called for their sister but they didn't even get the chance to glance in her direction to check if she was okay, because the monster was already pulling Sam down by the collar and yelling at the middle sibling in it's cold, empty rasp of a voice:

"I know what happened to your girlfriend! She must have died screaming! Even now, she's burning! And your sister can burn along with her!"

Dean punched the possessed copilot, effectively shutting it up, but it was too late. Sam sat there stunned and thrown off by the creature's words. The eldest shouted, "Sam!" Sam recovered and finished reading part one of the ritual, but he made the mistake of setting the journal down too close to the demon's foot when he went to help Dean pin it down by holding it's arms. It kicked the book far into the aisle before going limp and spewing black smoke from it's mouth and escaping through the vent.
"I got it," Said Sam,"Where'd it go?" Dean shook his head, "It's in the plane. Hurry up. We got to finish it." Sam went to look for the journal while Dean went to Piper, knowing that she knew the rest of the words. He knelt beside her, pulling her into his lap and told her to wake up, shaking her a little. Put she didn't stir. He poured a couple drops of holy water on her face in one last desperate attempt to get her to open her eyes before the plane began to shake. Suddenly, the entire thing heaved and tipped forward. Dean was terrified and he clung to his sister and pressed himself against the wall. The plane was going down and he could feel it falling. He was so caught up in his fear that he didn't hear a moan come from his lap or see the huntress' eyes flutter open weakly. But he did manage to hear her mutter the last words of the exorcism in Latin before going limp against his chest.

*Time Skip*
Piper had woken up ten minutes later after being splashed with a handful of holy water. She felt fine, but Dean didn't believe her, he kept nagging her the whole way back, "Goddamn it, Piper Marie Winchester, you will rest that goddamn head of yours or you will be banned from drinking any of your goddamn tea for a week!" She sighed, "Dean, how many times to I have to say it? I. Am. Fine. I don't want to just sit in my seat until we get to the airport." Despite her protests, she sat down. Dean stuck out his tongue, "Then consider it punishment for passing out and making me think you were seriously hurt!" Sam sighed, "I thought near death experiences were supposed to bring families closer together."
Piper shrugged, "We are too used to them, I guess. Now we just sort of get mildly annoyed and a little more emotionally scarred."

-At the Airport-
The Winchesters passed Amanda on the way to the exit. They would've said goodbye, but she was being interviewed by and agent and they wanted to avoid an interrogation, so the flight attendant mouthed, 'Thank you.' Piper grinned and mouthed back, 'Any time." The huntress sighed, "I like her. It's a shame we can't get to know each other. We'd be good friends." Dean looks at Sam questioningly, "You were quiet almost the entire airplane ride back. You okay?"
Sam stopped and turned, "Dean, it knew about Jessica." Piper sighed, "Sam, Demons use that trick all the time to psych out their exorcist." Dean nodded, "They read minds, they lie. That's all it was." Sam looked down, "Yeah." Dean headed for the doors, "Come on." Piper followed him. Sam hesitated before walking after them.

-Outside Airport (next day)-
Jerry met them in the Airport parking lot the next morning to send them off. He smiled at them, "Nobody knows what you guys did but I do, a lot of people could've been killed." Jerry shook Sam and Dean's hands but Piper hugged him, "Just doing our job, Jer." "Your dad's gonna be real proud."
They started to get in the car and Jerry started walking away but Dean suddenly called after him, "Hey, Jerry!" Jerry turned around, "Yeah?" "I meant to ask you, how did you get my cellphone number, anyway? I've only had it for like six months." "Your dad gave it to me." Sam and Piper both asked in unison, "What?" Dean's smiled faded into a more serious look, "When did you talk to him?" Jerry shook his head, "I mean, I didn't exactly talk to him, but I called his number. His voice message said to give you a call. Thanks again, guys." Jerry left but the hunters exchanged almost hurt looks.
Dean sat in the middle of the hood of the impala with his cellphone out and sibling on either side. Sam shook his head, "This doesn't make any sense, man. I've called Dad's number like fifty times. It's been out of service." Dean dialed it anyways and waited. He got voicemail:
"This is John Winchester. I can't be reached. If this is an emergency, call my son, Dean. 785-555-0179. He can help."
The trios sat in silence for a few moments, drinking in the information. Dean angrily jumped off the hood and got into the car. Piper looked at Dean and shrugged. They got in the car and drive away.

AN: I will be skipping a couple episodes that aren't exactly important or ones I don't like that much. If you realy want to see me do one of the listed episodes, i will if you ask me. The episodes I probably won't do are:
Bloody Mary
Bugs
Skin
Hook Man (there are certain details about this that would make it hard to fit Piper in)
Home (maybe. I'll have to review the episode and see if there is anything that I would have to keep. I can't remember it much.