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Phantom Traveler; Part One
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"Be sure to put your feet in the right place, then stand firm." -Abraham Lincoln

EMERY GASPED, TRYING TO GET THE air back into her lungs. She clawed and kicked, trying to get to the surface. But whatever was holding her down had a death grip and wasn't letting go anytime soon.

It was dark and Emery could feel the water filling up her lungs. She just hoped that Lucas was safe. And she hoped John was proud. Proud of the boys. Proud that she had kept his secret.

She thought maybe John would come to her funeral. He would see the boys there, along with Bobby Singer, and he would explain what he is doing.

Emery closed her eyes, finally at peace, before she felt herself get dragged through the water by something. She screamed–

–and sat upright, Dean sitting in front of her on the motel bed.

"Emery! Emery! It's alright! You're not near anything that could hurt you," Dean soothed, the girl launching herself into his arms.

The comforting feeling it brought her was a relief which made Emery sighed in content.

"What time is it?" Emery asked, looking around. It was still dark, except for the light that was dimly glowing from the T.V. Sam looked like he was asleep (but probably wasn't), and Dean was looking groggily around. Emery noticed the glint of the knife that Dean usually kept under his pillow –but grabbed when Emery had shot awake– and laughed a tiny bit.

"Around one thirty A.M.," Dean answered before he yawned. Emery gave him a sleepy smile.

"We should sleep," Emery whispered, grabbing the knife that was thrown on the bed and pushing it back under Dean's pillow. She then laid down, Dean right beside, and she snuggled up to him.

Her cold skin was ignited when his arm wrapped around her, a feeling of security coming with it. Emery fell asleep in a matter of seconds.

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Emery awoke (again) to Sam and Dean fighting about when Sam last slept. He was obviously still dreaming about Jess, and as Emery took her black coffee from Sam, she could see how tired he really was.

Emery got up and walked to her bag, which was on the other side of the room. She could feel eyes on her butt, and laughed as she noticed both the boys staring at her. She was wearing a pair of short spandex shorts (from a sports team she had joined for a month) and a normal tank top.

She grabbed a pair of jeans and a Triumph band tee, before walking into the bathroom. Emery peeled off her nightclothes, before dressing in the ones she chose.

When she walked out again, Dean was on the phone with someone. Sam sent her a smile, and Emery, trying to keep herself preoccupied, made sure to brush her teeth and hair.

"... You, Emery and your dad help me a few years back," Emery heard, and rolled her eyes. Those phone speakers made his voice way to loud.

Emery tuned out the rest of the conversation, checking her phone to see if John or Bobby or someone had called. Weirdly enough, she had a voice mail. So, she quickly dialled the number and checked it.

"Thank you for flying with United States Airlines, we appreci-" Emery hung up the phone. Those stupid things had always seemed to skip over her but it seemed her luck had run dry.

Next thing Emery knew, she was piled into the car, listening to Metallica as they drove across the States.

They arrived at where they were needed and Emery recognized the male that had given them the case, though a name didn't pop into mind.

"Thanks for making the trip so quick," he stated as they walked through his workplace. "I oughta do you three a favour, not the other way around. Dean, Emery and your dad really helped me out."

"Yeah, he told me," Sam said, glancing back at a worker. "A poltergeist."

"Poltergeist? Man, I love that movie!" A guy yelled and Emery smiled, flashing a thumbs up in that direction.

"Nobody's talking to you," Jerry said, Emery remembering his name suddenly. "Keep walking!" He turned back to the three hunters. "Damn right it was a poltergeist! It practically tore our house apart. Tell you something, if it wasn't for you, your girl, and your dad, I probably wouldn't be alive."

"I don't– I mean– we're not dating," Emery stuttered, cheeks flaring up into a blush. Jerry raised an eyebrow at her, Emery shaking her head.

"Your dad said you were off at college, that right?" Jerry asked, now ignoring the flushed girl.

"Yeah, I was," Sam said. "I'm taking some time off."

"Yeah, he was real proud of you, I could tell," Emery cringed as Jerry said the words.

Dean had always been jealous of Sam and the fact that he got to get out of this life. Bit more importantly, he was jealous of the attention Sam got from John. It was easy to tell Sam was John's favourite and the only reason Dean followed every instruction was so that John would realize that Dean actually wanted his affection. Not some order with the words 'hunt' or 'get on this case' in it.

All in all, it was a touchy subject for the three hunters.

Sam looked baffled as Emery took Dean's calloused hand in her's before giving it a comforting squeeze.

"Talked about you all the time," Jerry explained further, and Dean squeezed Emery's hand back before letting it go all together.

"He did?" Sam questioned further.

"Yeah, you bet he did," Jerry said, and Emery looked at the plane beside them and smiled as they walked. "Hey, I tried to get ahold of him but I couldn't, how's he doing anyway?"

"He's um–" Dean tried to find the words, "wrapped up in a job."

He's hunting, you idjits! Emery wanted to scream. He's hunting the thing that killed your mom!

"Well, we're missing the old man, we get Sam, even trade," Emery rolled her eyes. No offence to Sam, but he's a little bit out of practice.

"No, not by a long shot," Sam interrupted Jerry and Dean's chuckles.

"I have something that I want you guys to hear," Jerry became serious before leading the group into his office.

They all took a seat, Jerry putting a disk into his computer, explaining how he listened to it and realized that it was up the hunters' alley.

Emery closed her eyes as the recording came on, concentrating on what it was saying.

"Mayday! Mayday!" A staticky voice said. The voices got more staticky, before they disappeared completely and a whirring noise came into the recording. Emery's eyes opened, her eyebrows raising as she looked between Sam and Dean.

"Took off from here, crashed about two hundred miles south," Jerry explained. "Now, they're saying mechanical failure. The cabin depressurized somehow, nobody know's why. Over one hundred people on board, only seven came out alive, the pilot was one. He name is Chuck Lambert, he's a good friend of mine. Chuck is a–" Jerry glanced down at his desk, before looking at the three hunters again. "Well, he's pretty broken up about it. Like it was his fault."

"You don't think it was," Sam stated, staring at Jerry. Emery felt bad for the guy. One of his friends survived a plane crash, and he thought that all that blood was on his hands.

That has got to be tough.

"No, I don't," Jerry said.

"Jerry, we are going to need any passenger manifests, a list of survivors," Emery started listing stuff off, Dean sending her a look of approval.

"Right, and– um– anyway we could take a look at the wreckage?" Dean finished Emery's sentence.

"The other stuff is not a problem, but the wreckage fellows the NTSP has it locked in a evidence warehouse," Jerry stated, and Emery's good mood depleted. "No way I've got that kind of clearance."

Emery nodded, feeling a little sad.

"No problem," Dean said, shaking his head, a mischievous look on his face.

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While Dean was in the Copy Jack, Emery wandered up and down the stretch. She knew it was gonna take awhile for Dean to get whatever new fake ID he wanted.

Bored, she went into a book store and started browsing. Emery made her way to the fantasy section and looked through the books. When she found nothing interesting, she went to the action section. Emery scrolled through the section, before her eyes landed on a book called Supernatural. She bent down and slid it out of the shelf, reading the back.

Emery guffawed, surprised how similar the characters in the book were to Sam, Dean and herself. She flipped the book over, looking at the cover to see two men, their muscles noticeable, both of them resembling Sam and Dean, with a girl that resembled her hanging off the one that looked like Dean. Intrigued, Emery grabbed all the books that were by Carver Edlund from the shelf and brought them to the till.

She got back just as Dean did, and slid into the Impala's backseat, ignoring the two boys as she opened the first book. Emery kept up the reading, frowning as she read about a mother named Mary get burned alive on the roof of her son's nursery, her stomach cut open. Her frown deepened when she read about a father named John, and his two son's name Sam and Dean. It deepened even further (if possible) when she read about John saving a twelve year old named Emery from a werewolf.

This all seemed way too familiar.

"Hey, Em, what do you think?" A voice stopped Emery from reading further, and she looks up confused.

"Huh?" Was her reply, and Dean gave her a confused look, in which she responded by holding up her book.

He shook his head, not caring that she was reading, and continued to discuss the case with Sam. Soon after Emery continued her reading, wondering why Carver Edlund didn't tell the readers the last names of the characters, the Impala roared to life, and took off down the road.

"Come on, Wilson, we got a person to interrogate," Dean said, and Emery held her finger up, signalling 'one moment'. She finished the two sentences to the end of the chapter, before dog-earing the page and setting the book down on the seat.

The hunters flashed their fake IDs at the front desk person at Riverfront Psychiatric Hospital and Dean asked for the person they needed to talk to.

"I don't understand, I already talked to Homeland Security," the person said, sounding confused.

"Right, some new information has come up, so if you could just answer a couple questions," Dean lied/explained.

"Just before the plane went down, did you notice anything unusual?" Sam questioned, staring down at the person.

"Like what?" The guy asked.

Emery sent him a flirtatious smile. "You know, like strange lights, or weird noises, maybe voices?"

"No," he looked at Emery. "Nothing."

"Hmmm, Mr. Jaoffey," Dean said.

"Jaffey," Jaffey corrected.

"Jaffey," Dean corrected himself. "You checked yourself in here, right? Can I ask why?"

"I was a little stressed. I just survived a plane crash," he snapped.

"Uh huh," Dean said softly.

"And that's what terrified you? That's what you were afraid of?" Emery questioned, biting her lip.

She couldn't get that book out of her damn head.

"I don't wanna talk about this anymore," Jaffey snapped.

"So, I think you did see something up there, we need to know what," Dean demanded.

"No, no, I was... delusional," the guy said, turning to look at Dean. "Seeing things."

Dean made a noise in his throat, looking at the other two hunters. "He was seeing things."

"It's okay," Sam said gently. "So tell us what you thought you saw, please."

The guy took a couple deep breaths, collecting his thoughts. "There was this man, and– uh– he had these eyes, these– uh– black eyes, and I– uh– saw him– I thought I saw– him," the guy pauses again, leaving the hunters waiting.

"What?" Dean broke the silence.

"He opened the emergency exit," the guy finally got out.

The words processed in Emery's mind, before one thing that goes bump in the night came to mind.

Demon.

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"So, here we are, George Phelps' house, seat 20c," Sam stated, and Emery was too busy reading her book to notice they stopped.

"You guys go in, I'm doing my own research," Emery mumbled, and she swore she felt Dean roll his eyes.

"She's like this whenever she gets into a book, give her about another hour to finish it," Dean told Sam, before the two boys climbed out of Baby.

Emery's head was spinning as she read. This Carver had known almost everything about Sam, Dean, and Emery, and the three defeating the woman in white a little while back. And it totally freaked Emery out how he got their emotions and everything right. He even knew that Emery loved Dean, but was too scared to actually tell him.

Emery jumped when the boys got back into the Impala.

"Put the book down, we got some shopping to do," Dean smirked at Emery, who complied and put the book down as they drove to a boutique.

Once there, the three climbed out, and walked into a suit store. Emery got fitted into a pencil skirt with a white button up blouse and a black suit jacket while making sure to put her hair into a French twist. She stepped into the heels the worker had designated her to and walked out of the dressing room to see Dean and Sam in suits.

"You don't look to bad, Winchester," Emery said, walking up beside the boys. "You either, Sam."

Both Winchesters looked at her, both sets of eyes going a bit wide. Emery sent them a smile, before she walked in front of them, paying for the three pairs of clothing, before walking out of the shop.

"Man, I look like one of the Blues Brothers," Dean stated while Emery fixed his tie a bit.

"No you don't," Sam said, and Emery looked at him. She smiled to herself when she noticed that she actually didn't look as petite as she usually did. "You look more like a seventh grader at his first dance."

Emery burst into a fit of giggles as Dean gave himself a once over. "I hate this thing."

"Hey, you wanna get into that warehouse or not?" Emery pointed out, still giggling softly.

Once they got into the Impala, Dean sped to the warehouse, obviously wanting to get out of the suit. At the main desk, Emery felt smug as she flashed her Homeland Security badge and the guy sent them through.

They walked through the door, Sam and Dean holding it open for Emery. She nodded thanks, and once out of earshot, smiled to herself.

"I could get used to that," Emery voiced, laughing. "That was so easy. Plus, my legs look good in this skirt and heels."

Emery then looked down, and noticed the four claw marks from the werewolf when she was twelve. She shivered at the thought, ignoring it and trying to be less self conscious about the scars.

They were only a gift. Telling her that she had survived the werewolf attack and she should wear them with pride.

Once in the wreckage, Emery saw Dean take out his EMF detector, and she just tried to spot any clues to make her monster senses right. It had to be a demon. That's the only logical thing Emery could think of.

"What it that?" Sam asked as Dean put the headphones in for his homemade EMF meter.

"An EMF meter, reads electromagnetic frequencies," Dean explained, and Emery snorted.

"Yeah, I know what an EMF meter is, I just want to know why that one looks like a busted up Walkmen," Sam stated, his voice a tiny bit sarcastic.

Dean turned to him, smirking proudly. "'Cause that's what I made it out of." He then proceed to hold the device up, smirk still evident on his face. "It's homemade."

Sam nodded sarcastically, "yeah, I can see that."

Dean's face fell, before he gave Sam his infamous bitchface and turned back around, turning the EMF meter on.

As he walked, Dean held it over items, hoping to get a reading as Sam and Emery trailed behind him. He stopped at the door handle as Emery and Sam wandered a bit further into the wreckage, before looping back around.

"Check out the emergency door handle," Dean stated, putting the device in the inside pocket of his suit jacket.

Emery's nimble fingers reached out a touched a crusted part of the handle, trying to pick it off. When it didn't come off, she rubbed her fingers together, feeling the texture of it.

"What is that?" Emery asked, disgusted. It also stunk like rotten eggs, so they soon they got out of there, the better.

"Only one way to find out," Sam said, before he pulled out a pocket knife and scraped the stuff off and into a container. Emery felt the gross powder sticking a bit to her finger tips, and wiped it on Dean's shoulder. Dean looked back at her and frowned. Emery shrugged in response.

Suddenly, they heard footsteps coming toward the entrance, the three hunters sprinting outside. They were sneaking around the building when an alarm went off, the three of them taking off running again. Emery somehow managed to keep up with the boys, even in her heels, and easily jumped the fence.

She had actually beat Sam across, which made pride swell inside her.

Dean jumped for the jacket he had thrown on the barbed part of the gate, grabbing it on the first jump.

"Well," he held the jacket up, "these monkey suits do come in handy."

And with that, he took off running, Sam and Emery following behind.

They had went to Jerry after their little exploration at the warehouse and handed him the yellow powder.

Jerry went straight to work at trying to figure out what it was as Emery, Sam, and Dean waited around to see the outcome. He was looking through a microscope as the three waited, but Emery already had a feeling that the mystery powder was sulfur. It was the residue demons left behind when they possessed someone. Or when their smoke bodies where there.

Or at least, that's the lore, Emery thought.

"Huh, this stuff is covered in sulfur," Jerry stated, backing away from the microscope and looking at the Winchester/Wilson trio.

"You sure?" Sam asked, looking up at the man, since he was sitting down.

"Take a look for yourself," Jerry stated, walking around his desk. "Now would you excuse me, I've got an idiot to fire."

Dean walked around as Emery heard Jerry start yelling once the man got through the office door. He looked through the microscope, "hmmm. You know there's not to many things that leave behind a sulfuric residue."

"Demonic possession," Sam stated, Emery smiling.

Ding, ding, ding, we have a winner, she thought to herself.

"That would explain how a mortal man could open up the emergency hatch," Emery chimed in.

"Well, since the guy was possessed, that's possible," Sam said, looking up at the other two hunters.

"Yeah, well, this goes way over floating over a bed or barf in pea soup. I mean, it's one thing to possess a person, but to use them to take out a whole airplane," Dean said, standing straight and putting his hands on his waist.

"You ever heard of something like this before?" Sam asked.

"Never," Dean responded.

"What about that time in–" Emery started, before closing her mouth. "Never mind."

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The three hunters had gone back to their motel after that, changing and doing all the research they could. Sam was on his laptop, Emery looking over some old newspaper articles, while Dean was doing something else.

"So, every religion and world culture has the concept of demons and demonic possession, right," Sam stated. "I mean, Christian, Native American, Hindu, you name it."

"Yeah, but none of them describe anything like this," Dean snapped back. Emery looked up and noticed he was reading some kind of book about demons.

"Well, that's not true, according to Japanese belief, certain demons are behind certain disasters, both natural and man made," Sam explained. "One causes earthquakes, another causes disease–"

"So this one causes plane crashes?" Emery asked, raising an eyebrow. "That's weird."

"Alright, so, we have a demon that's evolved with the times and found a way to ratchet up the body count?" Dean asked, standing up and walking toward Sam.

"Yeah," Sam said softly. "And who knows how many planes its brought down before this one?"

All three hunters took the time to think about this. Emery sat up from her position laying down and pouted. There could be hundreds of planes.

Dean made a noise, walking away from Sam, scratching the back of his neck.

"What?"

"I don't know, man. This isn't our normal gig. I mean, demons? They don't want anything just death, destruction for it's own sake," Dean said, getting a little worked up. "I mean, this is big. I wish dad was here."

"Yeah, me too," Sam spoke.

And the guilt returned. Emery opened her mouth, ready to spill everything, when Dean's phone ringing cut her off.

"Hello?" Dean answered the phone.

"Dean, this is Jerry," Emery heard faintly from the other line.

"Oh, hey, Jerry," Dean offered.

"My pilot friend," there was a pause.

"Chuck Lambert is dead."

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totally edited.

I hoped you like this chapter.

It literally means so much that people are liking this story. Honestly, I was only expecting maybe a hundred reads altogether cause I am a pretty bad writer.

So thanks so much for reading and voting and everything.

See you for part two of Phantom Traveler.

p.s there may be a wilchester moment ;)