1.04 Phantom Traveler

Dean (voiceover): Previously on Supernatural...
The Winchesters' suburban home.
WHAT HAPPENED THAT NIGHT
Mary runs up the stairs and into Sam's nursery.
John gives baby Sam to Dean.
John: Take your brother outside as fast as you can! Now, Dean, go!
John looks back.
WHAT THEY WITNESSED
Mary burns on the ceiling.
John: Mary! No!
John watches the nursery burn, Mary with it.
SENT TWO BROTHERS
On Sylvania Bridge, Dean and Sam turn to face the onlookers.
In Sam's apartment, Dean speaks to Sam and Jess.
Dean: Dad's on a hunting trip.
Outside Constance's house, Dean fires through the Impala's window at Constance.
In Sam's bedroom, Sam pulls out his curved knife.
In Sam's apartment, Dean speaks to Sam and Jess.
Dean: And he hasn't been home in a few days.
ON A QUEST FOR ANSWERS
22 YEARS LATER
In the stairwell from Sam's apartment, Sam speaks to Dean.
Sam: I swore I was done hunting.
In the Impala, Constance tries to rip Sam's heart out.
Dean: I can't do this alone.
Blood drips on Sam's forehead and he flinches, opens his eyes, and gasps in horror. Jess is pinned to the ceiling, bleeding.
Sam: No!
Sam finishes loading a shotgun and tosses it in the Impala's trunk.
Sam: We've got work to do.
In the Jericho County Sheriff's office, the Sheriff throws down John's journal.
From 1.02 Wendigo, Dean is sitting across from Sam at a campsite. He is tapping his finger on John's journal.
Dean (From 1.02 Wendigo): This is Dad's single most valuable possession-everything he knows about every evil thing is in here. I think he wants us to pick up
A shot of the weapons arsenal in the trunk of the Impala.
Dean (voiceover from 1.02 Wendigo): where he left off. You know,
Sam grabs Dean from behind, jerking him into the motel room.
Dean (voiceover from 1.02 Wendigo): Saving people. Hunt-
From 1.02 Wendigo, Dean and Sam leading the Collins to safety. Sam's flare gun ready to fire.
Dean (voiceover from 1.02 Wendigo): -ing things. The family
From 1.02 Wendigo, Dean and Sam are talking at a campsite.
Dean (from 1.02 Wendigo): business.
Sam (from 1.02 Wendigo): No. I gotta find Jessica's killer.
From 1.02 Wendigo, Sam is carrying flowers through a cemetery, heading for Jessica's grave.
Sam (voiceover from 1.02 Wendigo): It's the only thing I can think about.
Dean (voiceover from 1.02 Wendigo): Sam, you know
From 1.02 Wendigo, Dean and Sam are talking on the back of the Impala.
Dean: we're gonna find Dad, right?
Sam sighs and nods.
Sam: Yeah. I know.

A still frame of a tropical beach scene. Hawaiian-style music plays.

INT. AIRPORT - DAY
A plane taking off is heard.
A very nervous man in a suit, George Phelps, sits up.
Intercom: Thank you for flying United Britannia Airlines.
More announcements are heard, indistinctly. Phelps stands up and heads for the bathroom, stopping to check his ticket.

INT. AIRPORT BATHROOM - DAY
Phelps starts the water. He then leans over the sink, splashing water on his face. He continues to do this several times. A second man comes out of the stall area and dries his hands.
Man: Nervous flyer?
Phelps: It's that obvious, huh?
Man: You know, what are the odds of dying in a plane crash? I mean, what? Twenty thousand to one?
Phelps watches him go.
Phelps: Wow. That's, uh, really reassuring. Thank you.
Phelps goes back to splashing water on his face. Above his head, a cloud of black particles exits a vent and swirls around his head, whispering strange sounds faintly. As he is breathing heavily, he looks up in the mirror, notices the cloud of black particles and turns to see it, where it enters his eyes.

INT. PLANE - DAY
Pilot: Thanks.
The pilot, Chuck, turns and addresses a flight attendant, Amanda.
Chuck: Amanda, how are you today?
Amanda: I'm doing just fine, Chuck.
Amanda addresses a passenger, while the pilot and co-pilot continue talking, indistinctly.
Amanda: Welcome aboard. 15C towards the back of the plane, on the right.
Passenger: Thank you.
Amanda addresses Phelps.
Amanda: Have a nice flight, sir.
Phelps turns, and Amanda sees that his eyes are completely black, except for a sliver of white.
Phelps: Oh, I'm counting on it.
Amanda is shocked, she blinks several times, watching Phelps. After a moment she doesn't quite believe what she saw, and shakes her head.
Amanda: Um...uh, 11F, that's the, uh.
Passenger: I know.
Amanda: middle of the plane, on...
Passenger: Thank you.
The passenger continues on into the plane, leaving Amanda staring after her.
Amanda: ...the left.
The next passenger hands his ticket to Amanda for help. She grasps it and looks down.

EXT. PLANE - DAY
The sound of an airplane getting louder. A white airliner is seen flying over the land with the ocean in the far background. It is labels "United Britannia Airlines" in dark blue, with a blue top tailfin showing the logo. It continues to fly closer, over a coastline and water.

INT. PLANE - DAY
Copilot: In just a few minutes our flight crew will begin beverage service in the main cabin. So please let them know if there is anything they can do for you. On behalf of everyone here at Britannia Airlines, we welcome...
He continues with the announcement in the background, as Phelps turns to his seatmate.
Phelps: Excuse me. Do you know how long we've been up?
Woman: Oh, uh...
The woman checks her watch.
Woman: About forty minutes.
Phelps: Wow. Time really does fly, huh?
There is a short awkward pause, as she nods politely with a fixed smile. He glances out the window, and addresses her again.
Phelps: Excuse me. I've got to stretch my legs.
Phelps gets up, squeezes past the woman, and heads to the back of the plane. He pauses, adjusting his sleeve, and smiles at a young man, Max Jaffe, in an aisle seat as he passes. He heads on back, as Max turns to see what Phelps is doing. When he reaches the rear exit, he pauses, thinking. Max glances forward, then back again at Phelps. Phelps reaches to grasp the release handle.
Max: Hey, what the hell are you doing?!
Phelps turns to look at Max, eyes black again, then rips the door open. He goes flying out the rear exit.

EXT. PLANE - DAY
The door and Phelps fly out of the plane. After a moment, the rear stabilizing wing tears half off the plane. The plane starts to fall to the right.

INT. PLANE - DAY
The air pressure inside is dropping, causing a loud whooshing of air as it escapes through the open hatch. The plane titls dangerously, with a stewardess stumbling in the aisle. People start screaming as the alarm goes off. The drinks cart goes tumbling to the rear of the airplane as the plane falls. Amanda struggles to get to a seat. Papers are swirling around, flying out. The plane tilts one way and then the other, Amanda still struggling.

INT. COCKPIT - DAY
Chuck is seen, struggling, trying to fly the plane and deploys the oxygen masks.

EXT. PLANE - DAY
The plane is slowly falling towards the ground, tilting to the right, sparks flying from the half wing.

INT. PLANE - DAY
Oxygen masks fall from the ceiling. Passengers are scrambling to get the oxygen masks on. Amanda cries out in distress, as she manages to make it to one of the seats. The camera flashes between Max, Chuck, and the copilot showing that they already have them on. Finally, Amanda is able to grasp hers, and put hers on. She braces for impact.
The screen goes black.

ACT ONE

MOTEL

INT. MOTEL ROOM - DAY
Dean is asleep on his stomach.

Credit:

Starring JARED PADALECKI JENSEN ACKLES

As the door opens, Dean awakens and slips a hand under his pillow for a weapon.

Credit:

Guest Starring JAIME RAY NEWMAN (Amanda Walker)

As he turns to look, he sees Sam entering, carrying coffee and pastries.
Sam: Morning, sunshine.
Dean: What time is it?
Sam: Uh, it's about five forty-five.
Dean: In the morning?
Sam: Yep.
Dean: Where does the day go?
Dean props himself up to look back at Sam.

Credit:

BRIAN MARKINSON (Jerry Panowski)

Dean: Did you get any sleep last night?
Sam: Yeah, I grabbed a couple hours.
Dean maneuvers to sit up on the side of the bed, looking back over his shoulder at Sam.
Dean: You liar. 'Cause I was up at three, and you were watching the George Foreman infomercial.
Sam: Hey, what can I say? It's riveting TV.
Dean: When was the last time you got a good night's sleep?
Sam: I don't know, a little while, I guess. It's not a big deal.
Dean: Yeah, it is.
Sam scoffs and smiles at Dean.
Sam: Look, I appreciate your concern-

Credit:

Producer PETER JOHNSON

Dean: Oh, I'm not concerned about you. It's your job to keep my ass alive, so I need you sharp.
Sam gives Dean a shrug and a snarky smile.
Dean: Seriously, are you still having nightmares about Jess?

Credit:

Supervising Producer PHIL SGRICCIA

Sam crosses the room, sits on the other bed, and hands a coffee to Dean.

Credit:

Co-Executive Producer RICHARD HATEM

Sam: Yeah. But it's not just her. It's everything. I just forgot, you know? This job. Man, it gets to you.
Dean: You can't let it. You can't bring it home like that.

Credit:

Co-Executive Producer JOHN SHIBAN

Sam: So, what? All this it...never keeps you up at night?
Dean shakes his head.
Sam: Never? You're never afraid?
Dean: No, not really.
Sam scoffs and reaches under Dean's pillow to pull out a large hunting knife and holds it up as evidence.

Credit:

Executive Producer McG

Dean takes the knife back.
Dean: That's not fear. That is precaution.

Credit:

Produced by CYRUS YAVNEH

Sam: All right, whatever. I'm too tired to argue.
Dean's phone rings.

Credit:

Created by ERIC KRIPKE

After checking the caller ID, Dean gives Sam a look. Sam continues to eat his donut. Dean answers his cell.

Credit:

Written by RICHARD HATEM

Dean: Hello?

INT. OFFICE - DAY and INT. MOTEL ROOM - DAY, alternating
Jerry: Dean, it's, uh, it's Jerry Panowski. You and your dad helped me out a couple years back?

Credit:

Directed by ROBERT SINGER

Dean: Oh, right, yeah. Up in Kittanning, Pennsylvania, the poltergeist thing. It's not back, is it?
Jerry: No. No.
Jerry scoffs
Jerry: Thank god, no. But it's something else, and uh... I think it could be a lot worse.
Dean: What is it?
Jerry: Can we talk in person?
Dean eyes Sam. Sam eyes back.

EXT. FIELD - DAY
The Impala drives along a road and off the edge of the screen.
Jerry (voiceover): Thanks for making the trip-

HANGER

INT. HANGAR - DAY
Jerry: -so quick. I ought to be doing you guys a favor, not the other way around. Dean and your dad really helped me out.
Sam: Yeah, he told me. It was a poltergeist?
Man: Poltergeist? Man, I loved that movie.
Jerry: Hey, nobody's talking to you. Keep walking. Damn right it was a poltergeist, practically tore our house apart. Tell you something, if it wasn't for you and your dad, I probably wouldn't be alive. Your dad said you were off at college. Is that right?
Sam: Yeah, I was. I'm-taking some time off.
Jerry: Well, he was real proud of you. I could tell. He talked about you all the time.
Sam: He did?
Jerry: Yeah, you bet he did. Oh, hey, you know I tried to get a hold of him, but I couldn't. How's he doing, anyway?
Dean: He's, um, wrapped up in a job right now.
Jerry: Well, we're missing the old man, but we get Sam. Even trade, huh?
Dean laughs.
Sam: No, not by a long shot.
Jerry: I got something I want you guys to hear.

INT. OFFICE - DAY
Jerry: I listened to this. And, well, it sounded like it was up your alley.
Jerry puts a CD in a drive.
Jerry: Normally I wouldn't have access to this. It's the cockpit voice recorder for United Britannia flight 2485. It was one of ours.
The recording is hard to hear, with a lot of static. The boys listen attentively.
Recording Pilot: Mayday! Mayday! Repeat! United Britannia flight 2485 requesting immediate instructions for help.
Recording Tower: United Britannia flight 2485, we copy. Go ahead.
Recording Pilot: We may be experiencing... some mechanical failure-
There is a loud roaring whooshing sound that repeats twice, before going silent.
Jerry: Took off from here, crashed about two hundred miles south. Now, they're saying mechanical failure. Cabin depressurized somehow. Nobody knows why. Over a hundred people on board. Only seven got out alive. Pilot was one. His name is Chuck Lambert. He's a good friend of mine. Chuck is, uh...well, he's pretty broken up about it. Like it was his fault.
Sam: You don't think it was?
Jerry: No, I don't.
Sam: Jerry, we're gonna need passenger manifests, um, a list of survivors.
Dean: Right. And, um, any way we can take a look at the wreckage?
Jerry: The other stuff is no problem. But the wreckage...fellas, the NTSB has it locked down in an evidence warehouse. No way I've got that kind of clearance.
Dean gives a snarky frown while nodding.
Dean: No problem.

EXT. STREET - DAY
Sam is waiting by the car outside a Copy Jack. As Dean exits, an attractive woman enters.
Woman: Hey.
Dean: Hi.
Dean politely holds the door for her, checking her out, before heading over to Sam.
Sam: You've been in there forever.
Dean holds up two IDs.
Dean: You can't rush perfection.
Sam: Homeland Security?
Sam takes one of the IDs.
Sam: That's pretty illegal, even for us.
Dean: Yeah, well, it's something new. You know? People haven't seen it a thousand times.
They get in the car.
Dean:Ah. All right, so, what do you got?
Sam: Well, there's definitely EVP on the cockpit voice recorder.
Dean: Yeah?
Sam: Listen.
He plays the tape, which has been edited to pull out a scratchy voice.
Voice: No survivors!
Dean: "No survivors"? What's that supposed to mean? There were seven survivors.
Sam: Got me.
Dean: So, what are you thinking? A haunted flight?
Sam: There's a long history of spirits and death omens on planes and ships, like phantom travelers.
Dean: Mm-hmm.
Sam: Or remember flight 401?
Dean: Right. The one that crashed, the airline salvaged some of its parts, put it in other planes. Then the spirit of the pilot and copilot haunted those flights.
Sam: Right.
Dean: Yep.
Sam: Maybe we got a similar deal.
Dean: All right, so, survivors, which one do you want to talk to first?
Sam: Third on the list: Max Jaffe.
Dean: Why him?
Sam: Well, for one, he's from around here. And two, if anyone saw anything weird, he did.
Dean: What makes you say that?
Sam: Well, I spoke to his mother.

HOSPITAL

EXT. HOSPITAL - DAY
The Impala is parked in front of the gate to a building with a sign out front reading RIVERFRONT PSYCHIATRIC HOSPITAL Private Care Facility.
Sam (voiceover): And she told me where to find him.
Max (voiceover): I don't understand. I already spoke with Homeland Security.

EXT. GARDEN AT HOSPITAL - DAY
Max is walking with a cane between Sam and Dean.
Dean: Right. Some new information has come up. So if you could just answer a couple questions?
Sam: Just before the plane went down, did you notice anything...unusual?
Max: Like what?
Dean: Strange lights, uh, weird noises, maybe. Voices.
Dean looks at Max, who gives him an odd look back. He turns away and answers too quickly.
Max: No, nothing.
Dean: Mr. Joffey-
Max: Jaffe.
Dean: Jaffe. You checked yourself in here, right?
Max nods.
Dean: Can I ask why?
Max: I was a little stressed. I survived a plane crash.
Dean: Uh huh. And that's what terrified you? That's what you were afraid of?
Max: I...I don't want to talk about this anymore.
Dean: See, I think maybe you did see something up there. We need to know what.
Max: No. No, I was...delusional. Seeing things.
Dean: Oh. He was seeing things.
Dean gives a look to Sam. Sam gives him a "Cut it out!" look. Dean looks away, rolling his eyes. Sam faces Max, and takes a deep breath.
Sam: It's okay. Then just tell us what you thought you saw, please.
Max: There was...this-man. And, uh, he had these...eyes-these, uh...
Dean and Sam exchange a look. Max is looking down, trying to describe what he saw, but not wanting to face them with his strange story.
Max: black eyes. And I saw him-or I thought I saw him...
Dean: What?
Max: He opened the emergency exit.
Max looks up at Dean, needing validation on his incredible story.
Max: But that's...that's impossible, right? I mean, I looked it up. There's something like two tons of pressure on that door.
Dean is nodding his head thoughtfully, his eyebrows go up in surprise briefly.
Dean: Yeah.
Sam: This man, uh, did he seem to appear and disappear rapidly? It would look something... like a mirage?
Max looks at Sam incredulously.
Max: What are you, nuts?
Sam slightly tilts his head, confused.
Max: He was a passenger. He was sitting right in front of me.
Dean and Sam exchange looks.

EXT. STREET - DAY
The Impala pulls up in front of a house.
Sam: So here we are. George Phelps, seat 20C.
Dean: Hmm. Man, I don't care how strong you are.
Dean and Sam get out of the car and look up at the house.
Dean: Even yoked up on PCP or something, no way you can open up an emergency door during a flight.
Sam: Not if you're human.
Sam turns to face Dean as they continue to talk.
Sam: But maybe this guy George was something else. Some kind of creature, maybe, in human form.
Dean: Does that look like a creature's lair to you?
Sam turns to look back at the perfectly ordinary house once more. A dog barks, and a child is heard faintly playing.

INT. PHELPS HOUSE - DAY
Dean and Sam sit across from Mrs. Phelps. Sam is looking at a framed photograph.
Sam: This is your late husband?
Mrs. Phelps: Yes, that was my George.
Dean: And you said he was a...dentist?
Mrs. Phelps: Mm-hm. He was headed to a convention in Denver. Do you know that he was petrified to fly? For him to go like that...
Sam: How long were you married?
Mrs. Phelps: Thirteen years.
Sam: In all that time, did you ever notice anything...strange about him, anything out of the ordinary?
Mrs. Phelps: Well...uh, he had acid reflux, if that's what you mean.
Dean and Sam looks at each other.

EXT. PHELPS HOUSE - DAY
Sam and Dean come down the stairs out front.
Sam: I mean it goes without saying. It just doesn't make any sense.
Dean: 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.
Sam: Okay. But if we're gonna go that route, we'd better look the part.

EXT. SUIT RENTAL SHOP - DAY
Black Sabbath's "Paranoid" begins to play.
Dean and Sam exit a store, "MORT's for style", wearing crisp black suits with white shirts. Sam adjusts his collar.
Dean: Man, I look like one of the Blues Brothers.
Sam: No, you don't. You look more like a...seventh-grader at his first dance.

Music:

Finished with my woman 'Cause she couldn't help me with my mind

Dean looks down at himself.
Dean: I hate this thing.

Music:

People think I'm insane

Sam: Hey. You want into that warehouse or not?

Music:

Because I am frowning all the time

Dean starts the Impala, Sam already sitting shotgun. Dean sticks his head out the window to check traffic behind him, and start to drive off.

WAREHOUSE

INT. STORAGE WAREHOUSE - DAY
They show their badges to the security guard, who nods and buzzes open the security door for them. Inside, the plane wreckage is spread out over an outline of the plane. They walk among the wreckage; Dean pulls out a device and puts earbuds in his ears.
Sam: What is that?
Dean: It's an EMF meter. Reads electromagnetic frequencies.
Sam: Yeah, I know what an EMF meter is, but why does that one look like a busted-up walkman?
Dean: 'Cause that's what I made it out of. It's homemade.
Dean grins.
Sam: Yeah, I can see that.
In the face of Sam's snark, Dean's grin disappears. He turns and slowly walks among the pieces once more. Sam is following, looking around. After a bit, Dean runs the EMF meter over a piece of the wreckage with yellow dust on it and gets an audible spike.
Dean: Check out the emergency door handle.
Dean scratches at the yellow dust and gets some on his hand.
Dean: What is this stuff?
Sam: One way to find out.
Sam scrapes some of the yellow dust off into a bag, as Dean watches behind him.

INT. SECURITY DESK OF STORAGE WAREHOUSE - DAY
Two agents in black suits approach the security desk and show their badges.
Agent #1: Gentlemen.
Security Guard: Homeland Security? What, one team of you guys isn't enough?
Agent #2: What are you talking about?
Security Guard: Two of your buddies went inside not five minutes ago.
The second agent looks at the first, who returns the look.

INT. STORAGE WAREHOUSE - DAY
The agents and several security guards rush back to the warehouse. Sam has finished, and the boys turn to go. The security detail bursts in, guns drawn, and search, but they see nothing.

EXT. STORAGE WAREHOUSE - DAY
Dean, then Sam, peer around a corner and walk out casually. An alarm blares, and they run to the gated exit. Pulling off his suit jacket, Dean throws it over the barbed wire at the top of the fence, and they climb over. He grabs the jacket.
Dean: Well, these monkey suits do come in handy.
Dean runs off. Sam follows.

INT. AIRPORT - DAY
Chuck is sitting nervously in a chair. His copilot is giving him a pep talk.
Copilot: Listen, Chuck. It's like getting back on a horse. Only in this case, a little twin engine. Not even a horse, more like a pony. I'll be right there with you too. Anytime you feel like you don't want the wheel, I'll take over.
Chuck nods slowly.
Copilot: Look, Chuck, we don't have to do this today. I'm not trying to rush you.
Chuck: No, the...the waiting is worse.
The copilot glances over his shoulder.
Copilot: Okay, they're filling up the tank. Then we go.
The copilot gets up and leaves. Chuck takes a drink of coffee. Behind him, a cloud of black particles exits a vent. Chuck rubs at the stress headache he has, the the cloud surrounds him and rushes into Chuck's eyes.

INT. JERRY'S OFFICE - DAY
Jerry looks at the yellow stuff through a microscope; what the microscope sees is replicated on a screen.
Jerry: Huh. This stuff is covered in sulfur.
Sam: You're sure?
Jerry: Take a look for yourself.
Banging sounds from outside the office.
Man: You effin' piece of crap...
Jerry: If you fellows will excuse me, I have an idiot to fire.
As Jerry leaves, Dean goes over and looks into the microscope.
Jerry: Hey. Einstein. Yeah, you. What the heck you doing? Put the wrench down-
Dean: Hmm. You know, there's not too many things that leave behind a sulfuric residue.
Sam: Demonic possession?
Dean: It would explain how a mortal man would have the strength to open up an emergency hatch.
Sam: If the guy was possessed, it's possible.
Dean: This goes way beyond floating over a bed or barfing pea soup. I mean it's one thing to possess a person, but to use them to take down an entire airplane?
Sam: You ever heard of something like this before?
Dean: Never.

EXT. AIRPORT TARMAC - DAY
The service crew has finished filling up the aircraft, one is pulling the fuel hose offscreen. The second one opens the door, and pulls out the steps, before following the first one offscreen. The copilot is waiting by a small plane; Chuck, looking cheerful and relaxed, approaches.
Chuck: I'm ready. Let's do this.
The copilot, confused, shakes his head and chuckles before he follows Chuck to the plane.

INT. PLANE IN FLIGHT - DAY
Copilot: How you feeling?
Chuck: I feel great.
Copilot: You'll be back flying jumbos before you know it.
Chuck: I hope so.

EXT. PLANE IN FLIGHT - DAY
The white plane with red striping is flying above land, in a few wispy and cumulus clouds. The tail ID number is C-GUTY.

INT. PLANE IN FLIGHT - DAY
Chuck: How long we been up?
Copilot: Uh...almost forty minutes.
Chuck: Wow. Time really does fly.
The copilot gives Chuck a look from his corny joke, before facing forward once more. Chuck suddenly dives the plane towards the ground.
Copilot: What are you doing?!
Chuck elbows the copilot in the face, twice, until the copilot passes out. Chuck's eyes are black.

EXT. ROAD - DAY
A tractor is trundling by as the plane suddenly appears, crashing into a telephone pole and then the ground.
The screen goes black.

INT. MOTEL ROOM - DAY
Dean and Sam are in full research mode. The camera pans across open books on the side table, and images and articles taped to the walls and strewn across the beds. Sam is looking at something on the computer.
Sam: 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 is reading something on one bed while sitting on the other.
Dean: Yeah, but none of them describe anything like this.
Sam: Well, that's not exactly true. You see according to Japanese beliefs, certain demons are behind certain disasters, both natural and man-made. One causes earthquakes, another causes disease.
Dean: And this one causes plane crashes?
Sam sighs. Dean gets up.
Dean: All right, so, what? We have a demon that's evolved with the times and found a way to ratchet up the body count?
Sam: Yeah. You know, who knows how many planes it's brought down before this one?
Dean snorts, turning away.
Sam: What?
Dean: I don't know, man. 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: Yeah. Me too.
Dean's phone rings and he answers it.

INT. OFFICE - DAY and INT. MOTEL - DAY, alternating
Dean: Hello?
Jerry: Dean, it's Jerry.
Dean: Oh, hey, Jerry.
Jerry: My pilot friend...
Jerry takes a breath, fighting tears.
Jerry: 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 to 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 hangs up.
Sam: Another crash?
Dean: Yeah. Let's go.
Sam: Where?
Dean: Nazareth.
They look at each other. Rock music starts playing. Sam gives a quick, slight smile.

EXT. ROAD - DAY
The Impala drives past a road sign reading NAZARETH 3. Black smoke is visible in the near distance.

INT. JERRY'S OFFICE - DAY
Jerry is again looking through a microscope. The music fades out.
Dean: Sulfur?
Jerry straightens up and nods.
Dean: Well, that's great. All right, that's two plane crashes involving Chuck Lambert. This demon sounds like it was after him.
Sam: With all due respect to Chuck, um, if that's the case, that would be the good news.
Dean: What's the bad news?
Sam: Chuck's plane went down exactly forty minutes into flight. And get this, so did flight 2485.
Jerry: Forty minutes? What does that mean?
Dean: It's biblical numerology. You know Noah's ark, it rained for forty days. The number means death.
Sam: I went back, and there have been six plane crashes over the last decade that all went down exactly forty minutes in.
Dean: Any survivors?
Sam: 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: "No survivors."
Dean thinks.
Dean: It's going after all the survivors. It's trying to finish the job.

EXT. IMPALA - LATE EVENING
Rush's "Working Man" plays. The Impala is driving down a two lane road, coming at the camera. The engine noise gets louder as it passes from right to left.

INT. IMPALA - LATE EVENING
Dean is driving. Sam is on the phone.
Sam: Really? Well, thank you for taking our survey, And if you do plan to fly, please don't forget your friends at United Britannia Airlines. Thanks.
Sam hangs up.
Sam: All right. That takes care of Blaine Sanderson and Dennis Holloway. They're not flying anytime soon.
Dean: So our only wildcard is the flight attendant Amanda Walker.
Sam: Right. Her sister Karen said her flight leaves Indianapolis at eight pm. It's her first night back on the job.

Music:

Well I get up at seven, yeah And I go to work at nine

Dean: That sounds like just our luck.
Sam: Dean, this is a five-hour drive, man. Even with you behind the wheel.

Music:

I got no time for livin' yeah I'm working all the time

Dean: Why don't you call Amanda's cellphone again, see if we can't head her off at the pass.

Music:

It seems to me I could live my life

Sam: I already left her three voice messages. She must have turned her cellphone off.

Music:

A lot better than I think I am

Sam: God, we're never gonna make it.
Dean: We'll make it.

Music:

I guess that's why they call me They call me the working man

EXT. IMPALA - LATE EVENING
Impala goes speeding along the two lane road, toward the camera. Engine noise roars from right to left.

AIRPORT

INT. AIRPORT - NIGHT
Dean and Sam run into the airport and over to check the Departure board. They are panting from the run from the parking lot.

Music:

Well they call me the working man I guess that's what I am

Sam: Right there. They're boarding in thirty minutes.
Dean: Okay. We still have some cards to play. We need to find a phone.
Dean picks up a courtesy phone.
Voice: Airport Services.
Dean: Hi. Gate thirteen.
Voice: Who are you calling, sir?
Dean: I'm trying to contact an Amanda Walker. She's a flight attendant on flight, um...flight 4-2-4.

INT. AIRPORT, GATE 13 - NIGHT
PA: Amanda Walker, Amanda Walker, you have a phone call. White courtesy phone, gate thirteen.
Amanda approaches the gate, hearing the announcement. She picks up the phone.

INT. AIRPORT - NIGHT and INT. AIRPORT, GATE 13 - NIGHT, alternating
Dean: Come on.
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: A Karen?
Dean: Nothing serious, just a minor car accident, but she was injured, so-
Amanda: Wa-wait-wait-wait, that's impossible. I just got off the phone with her.
Dean pauses.
Dean: You what?
Amanda: Five minutes ago. She's at her house, cramming for a final. Who is this?
Dean: Uh, well...there must be some mistake.
Amanda: And how would you even know I was here?
Sam goes around Dean to try to hear what's going on.
Amanda: Is this one of Vince's friends?
Dean is caught, and tries for flippancy.
Dean: Guilty as charged.
He chuckles, shifting from foot to foot.
Amanda: Wow. This is unbelievable.
Dean: He's... really... sorry.
Amanda: Well, you tell him to mind his own business and stay out of my life, okay?
Dean: Yes, but...he really needs to see you tonight, so-
Amanda: No, I'm sorry. It's too late.
Dean: Don't be like that. Come on. The guy's a mess. Really. It's pathetic.
Amanda: Really?
Dean: Oh, yeah.
Amanda: Look, I've got to go. Um...tell him to call me when I land.
Amanda hangs up.
Dean: No, no. Wait, Amanda. Amanda!
Frustrated, Dean hangs up. Amanda heads for the plane, greeting coworkers.
Amanda: How are you? Hey, Bob.
The black cloud comes out of a vent amid whispers.
Whispers: No Survivors.
The cloud then goes back into the vent.

INT. AIRPORT CHECK-IN AREA - NIGHT
Dean: Damn it! So close.
Intercom: Thank you for flying United Britannia Airlines.
Sam: All right, it's time for plan B. We're getting on that plane.
Dean: Whoa, whoa, now just hold on a second.
Dean is wide-eyed.
Sam: Dean, that plane is leaving with over a hundred passengers on board, and if we're right, that plane is gonna crash.
Dean: I know.
Sam: Okay. So we're getting on the plane, we need to find that demon and exorcise it. Look, I'll get the tickets. You just go get whatever you can out of the trunk. Whatever that will make it through the security. Meet me back here in five minutes.
Sam starts to head out, but Dean just looks at him anxiously. Sam turns back.
Sam: Are you okay?
Dean: No, not really.
Sam: What? What's wrong?
Dean: Well, I kind of have this problem with, uh...
Sam: Flying?
Dean: It's never really been an issue until now.
Sam: You're joking, right?
Dean: Do I look like I'm joking? Why do you think I drive everywhere, Sam?
Sam: All right. Uh, I'll go.
Dean: What?
Sam: I'll do this one on my own.
Dean: What are you, nuts? You said it yourself, the plane's gonna crash.
Sam: Look, Dean, we can do it together, or I can do this one by myself. I'm not seeing a third option, here.
Dean: Come on! Really? Man...

INT. PLANE - NIGHT
Intercom: Flight attendants, please cross-check [something] before departure.
Dean, in the aisle seat, is anxiously reading the safety card.
Sam: Just try to relax.
Dean: Just try to shut up.
The plane takes off, with Dean bracing himself at every rumble. A sound is heard, and Dean jumps. Sam smirks.
The screen goes black.

INT. PLANE IN FLIGHT - NIGHT
Dean is pressing back, humming to himself, white knuckling the seat. Sam leans over, listening.
Sam: You're humming Metallica?
Dean: Calms me down.
Sam: Look, man, I get you're nervous, all right? But you got to stay focused.
Dean: Okay.
Sam: I mean, we got thirty-two minutes and counting to track this thing down, or whoever it's possessing, anyway, and perform a full-on exorcism.
Dean: Yeah, on a crowded plane. That's gonna be easy.
Sam: Just take it one step at a time, all right? Now, who is it possessing?
Dean: Well, it's usually gonna be somebody with some sort of weakness, you know, a chink in the armor that the demon can worm through. Somebody with an addiction or some sort of emotional distress.
Sam: Well, this is Amanda's first flight after the crash. If I were her, I'd be pretty messed up.
Dean: Mm-hm.
Dean turns to a flight attendant, who is not Amanda.
Dean: Excuse me. Are you Amanda?
Flight Attendant: No, I'm not.
Dean: Oh, my mistake.
Flight Attendant: Mm-hm.
Dean looks to the back of the plane to Amanda.
Dean: All right, well, that's got to be Amanda back there, so I'll go talk to her, and, uh, I'll get a read on her mental state.
Sam: What if she's already possessed?
Dean: There's ways to test that.
Dean goes into his bag and comes out with a Virgin Mary-shaped bottle of water.
Dean: I brought holy water.
Sam: No.
Sam snatches the bottle and tucks it inside his hoodie.
Sam: I think we can go more subtle. If she's possessed, she'll flinch at the name of God.
Dean: Huh. Nice.
Dean stands up to head back.
Sam: Hey.
Dean leans back across the seat to Sam.
Dean: What?
Sam: Say it in Latin.
Dean: I know.
Dean leaves again.
Sam: Hey!
Dean comes back and leans back across the seat toward Sam.
Dean: What?!
Sam: Uh, in Latin, it's 'Christo'.
Dean: Dude, I know! I'm not an idiot!
Sam makes a face, before turning his head to follow Dean's progress. Dean makes his way to the back of the plane. The plane shakes, and Dean catches himself between two seats. When the plane levels out, he thumps a seat once.
Copilot: Ladies and gentlemen, this is your first officer speaking...
Amanda is fussing with the drink cart and napkins.
Dean: Hi.
Amanda: Hi. Can I help you with something?
Dean: Oh, no. I'm just a bit of an uneasy flier. It makes me feel better to walk around a little bit.
Amanda: Oh, it happens to the best of us.
Dean: (whispers) Right. (normal voice) Of course, you being a stewardess, I guess flying comes easy to you.
Amanda laughs.
Amanda: Yeah, you'd be surprised.
Dean: Really? You're a nervous flier?
Amanda: Yeah, maybe, little bit.
Dean: How is it that, being a stewardess, you're scared to fly?
Amanda: Kind of a long story.
Dean: Right. I'm sorry for asking.
Amanda: It's okay.
Dean: You ever consider other employment?
Amanda: No. Look, everybody's scared of something. I just, uh...I'm not gonna let it hold me back.
Dean: Huh.
Amanda: So...
Dean is fighting with himself, shaking his head, before he finally lowers his eyes and says the test word.
Dean: (quietly) Christo.
Amanda: I'm sorry. Did you say something?
Dean hesitates, chuckles, and shrugs, before repeating himself hesitantly, but louder.
Dean: Christo?
Amanda: I-I didn't, I didn't...
Dean realizes she didn't react, so he drops trying to talk to her, shaking his head slightly.
Dean: Yeah, nothing. Never mind.
Dean turns to return to his seat. Amanda doesn't quite know how to deal with him, looking confused, but decides to just forget it.
Amanda: Okay.
Dean glances back once to Amanda, before he returns to his seat.
Dean: All right, well, she's got to be the most well-adjusted person on the planet.
Sam: You said "Christo"?
Dean: Yeah.
Sam: And?
Dean: There's no demon in her. There's no demon getting in her.
Sam: So, if it's on the plane, it can be anyone. Anywhere.
The plane shakes.
Dean: Come on! That can't be normal!
Dean grabs the seat arms and braces himself. He is clearly frightened. Sam tries to reassure him, to calm him down.
Sam: Hey, hey, it's just a little turbulence.
Dean turns his ire towards his brother, snapping at him.
Dean: Sam, this plane is going to crash, okay? So quit treating me like I'm friggin' four.
Sam: You need to calm down.
Dean: Well, I'm sorry I can't.
Sam: Yes, you can.
Dean gives him a look of utter irritation.
Dean: Dude, stow the touchy-feely, self-help yoga crap, it's not helping.
Sam leans in closer to Dean, working hard in trying to get Dean to be calm.
Sam: Listen, if you're panicked, you're wide open to demonic possession, so you need to calm yourself down. Right now.
Dean takes a long breath, and slowly releases it.
Sam: Good. Now, I found an exorcism in here that I think is gonna work. The Rituale Romanum.
Dean: What do we have to do?
Sam: 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 open in fear again.
Dean: More powerful?
Sam: Yeah.
Dean: How?
Sam: Well, it doesn't need to possess someone anymore. It can just wreak havoc on its own.
Dean nods his head as if he agrees, but his eyebrows raise in question.
Dean: Oh. And why is that a good thing?
Sam: Well, because the second part sends the bastard back to hell once and for all.
Dean: First things first, we got to find it.
Dean walks slowly up the aisle with his EMF meter, getting odd looks but no readings. The girl with piercings seems to cause the meter to whine and crackle. Sam, several seats behind Dean, stands up to meet Dean. Sam claps him on the shoulder, and he jumps.
Dean: Ah! Man, don't do that.
Sam: Anything?
Dean: No, nothing. How much time we got?
Sam: Fifteen minutes. Maybe we missed somebody.
Dean: Maybe the thing's just not on the plane.
Sam: You believe that?
Sam gives him a look of disbelief, shaking his head.
Dean: Well, I will if you will.
Sam gives him a bitchface. Dean looks down as the EMF meter spikes. He looks up to see who the demon might be possessing. The copilot exits the bathroom and heads towards the cockpit.
Sam: What? What is it?
Dean: Christo.
The copilot turns slowly to face them. His eyes are black. Dean and Sam stare at him in recognition - this is the demon! The copilot goes into the cockpit. Dean looks at Sam, who return his look.
The screen goes black.

INT. PLANE IN FLIGHT - NIGHT
Sam and Dean head to the back of the plane towards Amanda.
Sam: She's not gonna believe this.
Dean: Twelve minutes, dude.
Amanda turns around and sees Dean with Sam. Dean is wrapping the earphone cord up, around the EMG walkman.
Amanda: Oh, hi. Flight's not too bumpy for you, I hope.
Dean: Actually, that's kind of what we need to talk to you about.
Sam closes the curtain.
Amanda: Um, okay. What can I do for you?
Dean: 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: All right, look, we know you were on flight 2485.
Amanda's smile disappeared.
Amanda: Who are you guys?
Sam: Now, we've spoken to some of the other survivors. We know something brought down that plane and it wasn't a mechanical failure.
Dean: We need your help because we need to stop it from happening again. Here. Now.
Amanda: I'm sorry, I-I'm very busy. I have to go back-
She tries to brush past Dean, who stops her.
Dean: 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.
Amanda: Wait. What? What, Chuck is dead?
Dean: He died in a plane crash. Now, that's two plane crashes in two months. That doesn't strike you as strange?
Amanda: I-I-I-
Sam: Look, there was something wrong with 2485. Now maybe you sensed it, maybe you didn't. But there's something wrong with this flight, too.
Dean: Amanda, you have to believe us.
Amanda looks from San to Dean. Dean and Sam are giving earnest faces. She decides to trust them and withdraws into herself, looking down.
Amanda: On...on 2485,
She rubs her forehead.
Amanda: there was this...uh, this man. He... had these eyes.
Sam: Yes. That's exactly what we're talking about.
Amanda: I don't understand, what are you asking me to do?
Dean: Okay. The copilot, we need you to bring him back here.
Amanda: Why? What does he have to do with anything?
Dean: Don't have time to explain. We just need to talk to him. Okay?
Amanda: How am I supposed to go in the cockpit and get the copilot-
Sam interrupts, leaning in slightly to show urgency.
Sam: Whatever it takes. Do whatever it takes. Tell him there's something broken back here, whatever will get him out of that cockpit.
Amanda: Do you know that I could lose my job if-
Dean interrupts her.
Dean: Okay, well you're gonna lose a lot more than that if you don't help us out.
Amanda hesitates, again looking from Sam to Dean. Sam's face is earnest. Dean's face is earnest and slightly terrified.
Amanda: Okay.
Amanda leaves, giving Dean a look as she does so, and heads towards the cockpit. Dean and Sam pull the curtain slightly open to watch her. She knocks on the door, glancing back once towards Dean and Sam. She says something inaudible to the copilot, who follows her back. Once they know he's on his way back, they withdraw from the curtain to start preparations. Sam pulls out the holy water, tucking it under his right arm. Dean pulls out John's journal and hands it to Sam, who opens it to find the ritual. Dean tuck something back into his pocket, and turns back to the curtain to see how close the copilot is. They are almost to the back. Dean stands off to the side, getting himself relaxed and ready. The copilot opens the curtain and steps through.
Copilot: Yeah, what's the problem?
Dean punches him in the face, knocking him sideways and off-balance. Dean grabs him by his uniform, and bodily slams him against the floor, grunting as he does so. Dean pins him down and puts duct tape over his mouth. Sam crouches on the floor, next to Dean.
Amanda: Wait. What are you doing? You said you were just gonna talk to him.
Dean: We are gonna talk to him.
Sam splashes holy water on his uniform, soaking through to his skin, which bubbles and sizzles. He is trying to scream in agony, and roll and twist away. Dean is holding him down, sitting on his abdomen and pinning his arms down to the floor.
Amanda: Oh, my god. What's wrong with him?
Sam: Look. We need you calm.
Amanda: Well, I don't underst-
Sam: We need you outside the curtain.
Amanda: I don't know-
Sam: Don't let anybody in, okay? Can you do that?
Amanda: I-I-
Sam: Can you do that? Amanda?
Amanda: Okay. Okay.
Amanda leaves. Dean punches the copilot again.
Dean: Hurry up, Sam. I don't know how much longer I can hold him.
Sam squirts more holy water onto the copilot, then turns to the journal.
Sam: Regna terrae, cantate Deo, psallite Domino. A prae vetitor pae callis, callis antiquos.
The Demon breaks free briefly and knocks Sam's water bottle away. It pushes Dean off, and turns and pushes Sam against the bulkhead. Amanda, nervous, is standing right outside the curtain. She hears scuffling, and glances back to the curtain. Dean grabs the demon's hands and climbs back on top to subdue him again. Sam picks up where he left off.
Sam: Et ecce dabit in suum
The Demon knocks Dean off again
Sam: atoi setan Peck atesium Daes
The demon pulls the tape off his mouth. He grabs Sam by the collar.
Demon: I know what happened to your girlfriend! She must have died screaming!
Dean listens horrified, as he pulls himself up, and throws himself back onto the demon.
Demon: Even now, she's burn-!
Dean hits the Demon as Sam sits there, stunned. Dean again grabs the arms and pins the demon with his body.
Dean: Sam!
Sam, after a look of "I'm gonne get you!", recovers and begins reading again.
Sam: Aies, a potenia aies, a neubadois.
He puts the book down and helps Dean pin down the Demon, Sam holding the right arm while Dean holds the left.
Sam: I got him.
The Demon kicks the book up the aisle. After fighting for another brief minute, the demon exits the copilot's body with a lot of whispering noises and disappears into a vent. Dean turns his head to follow the demon's progress. Sam looks around.
Sam: Where'd it go?
Dean: It's in the plane. Hurry up. We got to finish it.
Dean taps Sam, as they both release the copilot. Sam heads out into the plane to retrieve the journal as Dean stands up.

EXT. PLANE - NIGHT and INT. PLANE - NIGHT, alternating
The plane suddenly dips and heaves violently. Papers are strewn everywhere, and people are screaming uncontrollably. Dean is thrown backwards against the exit door, screaming. Sam struggles to retrieve the book.
The plane continues to fall uncontrollably. Sam sees the book and tries to grab it, but it slides down the aisle. Sam manages to crawl down the plane, reaching under the seat.
The plane lurches to the side. Dean almost stands up, but is thrown back against the exit door once more. Sam almost has the book, reaching with his fingers. Dean is plastered against the door, screaming.
The plane seems to be falling faster. Sam grabs the book and sits up to read the rest of the exorcism.
Sam: Commandre es date a deuo
Dean is completely fearful, still screaming, plastered against the bulkhead and the exit door.
Sam: a matte de takuim a dropa glorium patre
The plane is hit with a bright electrical charge, racing throughout the entire plane. Sam drops the journal, looking around. Dean is still screaming while plastered against the bulkhead and exit door. The plane levels out. Various people ask if everyone's okay. Dean pulls himself together, thankfully realizing the plane was NOT going to crash. Amanda sighs in relief, and looks to her right. Dean comes out from behind the curtain, looking for Sam. Sam stands up, glancing around, then looks back at Dean. Dean swallows, as the boys share a look of "We did it!" Dean shakes his head slightly.
The screen goes black.

INT. AIRPORT - NIGHT
The camera shows GATE 13, with the sign "PLEASE HAVE IDENTIFICATION READY FOR BOARDING". The camera pans down to show the passengers from the flight are disembarking to an area milling with uniformed agents (police, paramedic, FBI, FAA, NTSB, etc). The copilot is seated in a wheelchair with a blanket wrapped around him, being questioned by an FAA Agent. There are a lot of conversations milling about.
FAA Agent: Sir, can you tell me what happened?
Copilot: I don't know. I was walking through the airport, then it all goes blank. I don't even remember getting on the plane.
Amanda is being questioned by another agent. she is rubbing her head distractedly, until she sees Dean and Sam.
FBI Agent: Anything else?
Amanda: No, that's all.
She sees Sam and Dean standing across the way and mouths "Thank you". They nod.
Dean: Let's get out of here.
Dean and Sam head for the exit.
Dean: You okay?
Sam: Dean,
Sam stops and turns. He takes a breath, then plunges in.
Sam: it knew about Jessica.
Dean: Sam, these things, they, they read minds. They lie. All right? That's all it was.
Sam: Yeah.
Dean and Sam stare at seach other for a long minute.
Dean: Come on.
Dean heads out. Sam turns, and after a moment, follows him. Scene fades out.

EXT. AIRPORT - DAY
Scene fades in. Jerry, Dean, and Sam are in the large hangar, with a parked airplane behind them, and a small plane that they are standing next to. The boys are standing by the Impala. Jerry is facing Dean.
Jerry: Nobody knows what you guys did, but I do.
Dean nods at Jerry. Jerry turns to talk with Sam.
Jerry: A lot of people could have been killed.
Jerry shakes Sam's hand.
Jerry: Your dad's gonna be real proud.
Sam: We'll see you around, Jerry.
Jerry shakes Dean's hand. Jerry steps back and start to walk off. Dean begins to walk around the Impala.
Dean: You know, Jerry.
Jerry: Yeah.
Dean pauses on the driver's side of the Impala. Jerry is walking back.
Dean: I meant to ask you, how did you get my cellphone number, anyway? I've only had it for like six months.
Jerry stops walking. Sam turns to look at Jerry.
Jerry: Your dad gave it to me.
There is shock on the boys' faces.
Sam: What?
Dean: When did you talk to him?
Jerry: I mean, I didn't exactly talk to him, but I called his number. His voice message said to give you a call.
Dean gives a knowing nod. Jerry turns to leave once more.
Jerry: Thanks again, guys.
Jerry walks away. Sam whips his head around to stare at Dean. The boys exchange a look - they have a lead on Dad! The scene fades out.

EXT. AIRPORT ACCESS ROAD - DAY
The scene fades in. A plane with a red maple leaf on the tail flies overhead, taking off. The boys are sitting on the trunk lid of the Impala, side by side. Dean has his cell phone out, dialing.
Sam: This doesn't make any sense, man. I've called Dad's number like fifty times. It's been out of service.
Dean listens to the phone ring. As the voice message begins, he over, angling the cell phone a little so Sam can hear too.
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.
Dean sits back up, snapping the cell phone closed. Sam fights tears, before fuming. He stands up, walks around and climbs in the car. Dean follows, and they drive off. Rock music starts to play.

EXT. HIGHWAY - DAY
The Impala is driving down the road, engine roaring louder as she comes closer. The road curves around to the right, and the engine noise fades left.
The screen goes black. The music stops.

Phantom Traveler - SC 34 - 0:51 RT

EXT. HIGHWAY - NIGHT
The Impala drives away.

EXT. PARKING GARAGE - NIGHT
The Impala drives into the garage and pulls into a parking spot. Dean and Sam get out. Dean heads off.
Sam: Hey, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Dean looks back.
Sam: Dean. We're about to walk into an airport?
Dean looks at him and shakes his head. Sam shakes his head back. Dean shakes his head again and goes over to the Impala's trunk, unlocking it and opening it. Dean divests himself of weapons, then closes the trunk.
Dean: I feel naked.
Dean heads off. Sam watches him go.