The Littlest Winchester

Flight 2485

A lady opened the door, I'm assuming it was Mrs. Phelps.

"Hi Mrs. Phelps. We're co-workers with your husband, George. We heard about his death and wanted to share our condolences." Sam said

"Oh hello. Come in." Mrs. Phelps said.

We walked in and sat down.

"So how long were you married?" I asked.

"13 years." She replied.

"Did you ever notice anything strange about him, anything out of the ordinary?" Sam asked.

"Well... uh.. he had acid reflux if that's what you mean?" She replied.

We nodded and left the house.

"It just doesn't make any sense." Sam stated.

"Yeah, A middle-aged dentist with an ulcer is not exactly evil personified. You know what we need to do is get inside that NTSB warehouse, check out the wreckage." Dean said.

"Well you gotta look the part." I said with a smirk. Sam and Dean rolled their eyes. We drove to a shop and they got suits. I waited on the hood of the car.

They walked out, pouting. I laughed.

They walked over to the car.

"Man, we look like one of the Blues Brothers." Dean said.

"No.. more like a seventh-grader at his first dance." I said with a smirk.

They bitchfaced me. I laughed. We got in the car and drove to the warehouse.

"Wait in the car Kat." Dean said.

"Yeah yeah I know." I said. They walked into the warehouse. I waited about 5 minutes before I saw a car pull up and two REAL Homeland Security agents walked inside. I whipped it my phone and called Dean.

"Kat what's wrong?" Dean answered.

"The real Homeland Security is here. Get out now." I said then hung up. Sam and Dean jumped a fence and got in the car and we drove away.

"So what'd you learn?" I asked.

"There were traces of sulfur on the wreckage." Sam replied.

"Demon?!" I said alarmed.

"That's what we're guessing." Dean said. Deans phone rang.

"I'll get it." I said and snatched the phone to answer it.

"Hello." I said.

"Hey, Katie." Jerry said through the phone.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"The pilot who survived the plane crash just died." Jerry said.

"What! Oh my gosh what happened?" I asked.

"Plane crash." Jerry replied.

"Okay we'll be over right now." I said and hung up.

"What was that about?" Dean asked as I handed the phone back to him.

"One of the survivors just died in another plane crash." I replied.

"We gotta go to Jerry's." I added.

Dean pressed on the gas pedal and we went to Jerry's.

We walked into his office.

"So the wreckage was covered in sulfur." Dean said.

"So was the pilot's plane." Jerry said.

"When did the plane crash?" Sam asked.

"About 40 minutes in." Jerry replied.