*//That's not flyin', it's fallin' with style

[Chevrolet Winchester]

nine am:

Waking up to a crisp February morning, Chey threw the curtains open and looked up to the sky. The small amount of thin wispy clouds made her face light up despite the fact her entire body was covered in goosebumps from the chill the swept in through her open window. Chey just continued to grin up at the blue mass out above her and stood there in her short pyjamas. Eventually our little Chevrolet had to drag herself away from the view, diving back onto her bed and curling the covers around her for a moment before sprawling her entire body, starfish style, across the bed. She was like a kid on Christmas morning. Learning to fly was something that little Chevrolet learned a long time ago. Well not literally fly, though that would be really cool. No, she got her pilots license. If she could she’d be in the sky all the time, the thrill and the beauty were amazing. Chey still couldn’t quite understand her dad’s fear of flying. It was the safest way to travel and it was so exhilarating. The avid flyer hadn’t been near a plane since a few weeks after she came home from college. Since then she hadn’t really felt like it. It seemed like it was so long ago now and it seemed even longer when you consider that she spent nine months not flying just before then. The problems was that she couldn’t see the beauty in the world anymore on the ground and she couldn’t bare to destroy the idyllic view of the world that the sky gave her.

Eventually Chey pulled herself off her nice cosy bed and headed off into the shower. What girls didn’t love the feel of the hot water trickling down her back first thing in the morning. Almost as much of that she loved the smell of her Philosophy shower gel, the smell that lingered with her out of the shower and all the way into her bedroom and the bittersweet taste of the large mug of coffee her mother had left on her bedside cabinet ready for when she emerged from the shower. This little trip up into the air was supposed to be a chance for Chey to spend some time with her best friend and her boyfriend but she already knew that Charlee had gone chicken on her. The night before the poor thing rang her to say she wasn’t feeling well and it wasn’t helping with her nerves. She’d been unwell a lot recently and if she was honest, she was starting to worry so she couldn’t really blame her for not wanting to face her fears. Besides, Chey still had Bastian, right…? Wrong. As Chey roughly dried her hair with her towel she heard her phone beep across the room. She crawled across her still unmade bed and grabbed her little white cell phone into her hand, opening the message. A sigh escaped her as she flipped up the body of the phone to reply. He had to take on a last minute hunt and had just got home. One thing you got used to as the daughter of a hunter was never relying on a hunter to keep plans. Despite the fact that this time was no different, it still disappointed her ever so slightly. It wasn’t like it was going to change her plans though, she was far too excited to get back to the skies. She’d told him to get some rest and between them they decided he’d come take her out later in the day. She could deal with that!

If nothing else, in the last six months Chey had gotten good at finding simple ways to make herself happy over the years. Most of those things had been temporary fix its. It was only since being with Bastian that Chey found herself something, someone, that made her pretty much constantly happy. So doing this was just meant to be a bonus for lil Chevrolet. She finally forced herself into getting dressed and walked downstairs, saying goodbye to her Mom and Dad and hopping into her little bug, taking the short drive to where she needed to be. She was lucky that she knew a lot of people who hooked her up at times like this. Private plane, private landing strip and people she knew quite well down on the ground. As soon as she arrived this obvious excitement consumed her. It had been growing and growing and now she felt like she was going to burst. She’d left her bag with her friend down at the control tower and headed on up.

two thirty pm:

This really was one of those things that you could say there was nothing else in the world quite like it. The view was breath taking and it was a rush you just couldn’t describe. The grin on Chey’s face as she made her way up into the clouds was completely undeniable. You couldn’t even close your eyes and miss it. “Beautiful, isn’t it?” The wannabe huntress may have been talking to herself but the sentiment was not the slightest bit untrue. There was a sense of calm you could get from being so far away from any of your problems. The people that are able to hurt you so much are so small. It makes everything else seem so small with them.

Really, Chey hadn’t been up long, she couldn’t even have cleared Texas yet as something shook her plane. Chey followed her first instinct and just thought it was turbulence despite the fact there seemed to be nothing what to ever to lead her to that conclusion. It was, well it was really bizarre. She’d radioed down to the ground about it but thought little of it. Seriously if you wanted to be a pilot and couldn’t deal with turbulence you weren’t going to get very far. Then the plane started acting completely kooky. Chey assumed she had serious weather above or something and so used her first instinct and veered above it. It seemed like the simple thing to do but it really wasn’t. As she went up higher into the sky the strangest thing happened. It was like she was stationery. Just stuck in the sky. To look out you wouldn’t tell through the masses of cloud. It all seemed the same. But Chey certainly wasn’t controlling the plane, the thing was out of control. The altitude control started spinning out of control along with just about everything else imaginable, her plane even lost power and had to switch onto the emergency back up.

“Hello? Beth?…. I think I have a problem.” Well that was just the start of it. Much to Chey’s dismay but confirming her thoughts, the tracker on the plane showed that she was in fact stuck in the sky, completely not moving no matter what Chey did. She also appeared to be quite a few thousand feet higher than she was supposed to be as well. None of this really made any sense but Chey was scared. More scared than she’d been in the sky before. She continued to try to move and continued to have little success. She was constantly being told to turn around and come back. Problem was that she was trying to do just that and couldn’t. Considering she hadn’t really felt like she’d been up in the air for very long, being stuck seemed to last an eternity. Though terrified, Chey remained seemingly un-faltered by everything that was going on. She panicked quietly and just continued to do everything that she was told.

five pm:

Two hours. Two hours of trying everything she could to get herself out of there. When Chey had moved it only seemed to be in slight fractions of the amount of space she should have passed and sometimes seemed to be in sporadic directions. Chey was now a bit more clearly freaking out. When you have people that have been doing this for years telling you they have no idea what’s going on it’s not exactly comforting. Then she saw it, She swore she saw it. It started with a slight glimpse of something out of the ordinary as the clouds slowly started to gad. And then there it was. The thing that in all Chey’s twenty one years or demons and vampires and hell on earth, scared her the most. A set of teeth probably twice the size of the her plane. Chey’s heart stopped a beat. She shivered with fear but no matter how much her body wanted her to she didn’t scream. Instead she pressed the button on her headset and radioed in. “Beth I need help… And not of the flying kind….. The kind that only my brothers or my boyfriend can give me.” “Well what do you want me to do?”

Who did she contact? No matter what was going on with her family and despite the fact she knew Bastian was the safer bet, realistically she knew that she wanted her brothers. She wanted both of her brothers but as her instinct cut in and her voice moved out of her. “Call Ryder!” She wanted Ben there as much as Ryder but Ryder had always been the person Chey ran to since she was still diapers. “He might not answer but leave a message. Tell him it’s urgent. Tell him I’m in trouble, Winchester trouble. Tell him I really need him right now.” Secretly as soon as she’d said that, Chey started to worry about her brother not turning up but she hoped and prayed that he would. She’d give him time, a change and then she’d try and contact Ben (though that would be just as hard, she was pretty sure he hated her) or Bastian.


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[Ryder James Winchester]

What in the hell had this little sister gotten herself into now?

As Ryder drove at breakneck speed toward the airport, that’s what was currently revolving around in his head.
The young Winchester had been whirled around in a tornado of emotions since getting the call; from fear to anger, sadness and depression to guilt, and finally back to anger since the others seemed to dull his senses where as rage appeared to sharpen it. His foot was heavy on the gas pedal of his blue jeep Wrangler and his mind was on one thing--
Getting there in one piece because he wouldn’t do Chey any good if he was dead.

Ryder also had to ignore the apprehension he was feeling about seeing his big brother again. Though he still felt an electric charge of fury every time he pictured Ben’s face, the hunter knew that like being dead, fighting wasn’t going to help Chevrolet either. Damn it. Why couldn’t she have at least waited to get into trouble after the siblings had come to some sort of truce?

This was just like Chey.
Ever since they were kids she’d always turned one problem into the solution for another.
A smile whispered across Ryder’s face as he remembered his younger sister in pigtails and bare feet. Lisa was already upset with Dean because he’d left for a hunt without letting her know, and upon his return Ben had taken out the Impala without permission and gotten it all dirty. Chey had decided a mud bath for the lot of them and then a good carwash complete with bathing suits and throwing suds was the remedy to the family ire. And it really was.
The middle sibling remembered even Dean covered in suds from head to toe and laughing his fool ass off as they all scrubbed his ‘baby’ clean.

The hunter inhaled sharply and let it out on a sigh. Those were the good times. Things seemed so much simpler then. Why couldn’t it always be like that?

Now-a-days the thought of his family only caused him regret and pain. He suffered guilt for leaving them like that, but felt anger and blame at his older brother for destroying what he’d believed was his chance at a normal life.

The white picket fence…the wife and kids…it all seemed ridiculous now. He knew what it was like to grow up in a family of hunters. Why in the hell had he thought it would be any different for him?

The reveries and inner turmoil came to an abrupt end as soon as Ryder saw the green sign on the side of the road indicating he was nearly to the private airport.
He punched the gas, pushing the Wrangler to the limit and gripping the steering wheel so hard his knuckles turned white. Swerving into the lot with the abandon of a driving virgin, Ryder pulled into a space sideways, jumping out of the jeep before he’d even had a chance to cut the engine.

His head swiveled from side-to-side looking for the Impala, but he didn’t find it.
Where the fuck was Ben??

[Ben Isaac Winchester]

((Because Ben doesn't have a smexy Chad header...XDD ))



With shock practically stamped onto his face, Ben looked down at the cell phone clutched in his hand. He was standing in the middle of a deserted field, the smoking remains of what had been a particularly annoying ghost at his feet, the left half of his body practically drenched in some random civy’s blood…and all he could manage to think was ‘huh, Ryder hadn’t erased me from his phone-memory. Cool.’

It was safe to say that the hunter was a bit shocked that a) his little brother had called; b) his little brother had called about his little sister; and c) his little brother had called and actually spoke to him. So what if he hadn’t allowed him to reply in any way, shape or form, sans heavy breathing? This was some kind of a freaking miracle!

…Now, if only said miracle hadn’t concerned the words ‘help, Chey and bad.’ Dammit, it was always with the emergencies. No, Ryder wasn’t calling to say that he’d forgiven him, or that he was getting back in touch with the family. Noooo, of course not; he was just calling to inform him that their sister was in trouble. Again. What was it this time? Stalker boyfriend? Wait, no…wasn’t she seeing Bastian? Couldn’t be a stalker boyfriend.

Muttering to himself, the hunter hightailed it to the Impala, starting up the engine and grinning absently at the answering purr. The expression didn’t last long, however, when yet another question popped into his head, making his entire body go cold:
What was so bad that Ryder would call him?

Cue some definite flooring it.

In less than an hour- he’d definitely broken the land-speed record with this one, much to the Impala’s purring delight- he had made it to Ryder’s coordinates. He’d manage to baby-wipe all the crap off of his face and hands, knowing that he might run into a few innocents, but he was still strapped for a fight. Probably a good thing, too, when he saw his brother standing outside his car, looking up at the sky as if waiting for a meteor to fall on his face.

Hell with that, man; there would be no toilet seats hitting his little brother…or anything eating his sister, for that matter.

Where Ryder’s tires had squeaked in protest, the Impala rumbled into a space next to its fellow Wrangler, its owner unfolding himself from the driver’s seat with a frown on his face. Warily, he approached his brother, keeping his hands out and a neutral expression on his face. No one had to know that the urge to grab the younger Winchester into a bear hug was so strong, his arms shook. Nor that his heart was pounding in his chest, when he didn’t see Chey anywhere around them.

Stopping a few feet away from Ryder, he glanced up at the sky, then back to the other hunter’s face. Something was definitely going south; he could feel it in his gut, and see it in his brother’s face. That damned sense of doom came whirling onto his shoulders like an inky cape, and he let his fingers trace the outline of the gun at his hip.

“What happened, Ryder?” He asked, keeping his voice as neutral as his face. God, it was good to know that the kid was alright. But, back to business, right? Apologies and heart-to-heart’s would last another few hours. Looking around at the empty lot and the air strip around them, he couldn’t help a small frown from tugging at his lips. “Where’s Chey, and what the hell’s going on?”

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[Ryder James Winchester]

Ryder was squinting into the sky as if the gently moving white clouds might hold some secret to the meaning of life or the light blue there was a map that might show him the way to Eden. His hands were shoved deep into the pocket of his jeans to keep the trembles at bay, but it wasn’t doing any good for his body, which was shaking in violent tremors from restlessness as well as pent up energy. He needed to do something, and now. He couldn’t wait for Ben all freaking day.
God, if something happened to Chey the hunter knew he wouldn’t be able to handle it. Not that. If he wasn’t able to save her it would likely be the final nail in the coffin. He’d drown in it and there would be no coming back from those kinds of depths.

Ryder heard the familiar purr of the Impala and his whole body tensed. That sound brought back so many memories it was hard not sinking down into the desolation it caused. He couldn’t look just yet, not when he knew he wouldn’t be able to keep the scowl from crossing his face or his eyes narrowing in anger. The sky above him became his anchor, and the young Winchester silently repeated the mantra ‘Just Breathe’ a few dozen times before taking in a deep lungful of air and turning toward his big brother.

“She’s up there somewhere.” Ryder answered huskily, pointing to the heavens and shaking his head because honestly, he couldn’t look Ben directly in the eyes. “I don’t know what the hell she’s doing up there or what’s going on, but the phone call from traffic control sounded bad.”

He sighed, finally meeting Ben’s azure gaze with his stormy blue-grey eyes. “What the hell, man? You let her take flying lessons? Why the hell didn’t you talk her out of that?!”
The hunter shoved a shaking hand back through his tawny hair and glared at his sibling. The eldest had been there where as Ryder hadn’t. He was supposed to be looking after her until he could get his shit together and get back home. Damn it! Why couldn’t he ever get anything right? First Christine and now this? It was like a curse that followed the oldest Winchester around.

A string of curse words slid from Ryder’s parted lips as he paced, kicking at the gritty paved ground. Damn it to hell. He couldn’t really put all the blame on Ben; not this time. Where the hell had -he- been? Wallowing in his misery at the bottom of a bottle? Running from the people that he really should have been running to for support? God, he was such a selfish prick. Chey deserved better. Both of her brothers were jack-asses.

“Forget it; we don’t have time for this.” Ryder spat, his eyes traveling towards the radio control tower from which he’d received the phone call. “We need to get up there and talk to a woman named Beth. She’s the one that called me with the message from Chey. I think somethings got her up there. Chey told her it was a Winchester problem…”

He didn’t wait for Ben to respond; he didn’t really care what the man had to say. Instead he started sprinting towards the tower, one hand on the butt of the revolver tucked into the waist band of his jeans.

[Ben Isaac Winchester]

((Gah, sorry if this is a bit abrupt; I wasn't sure where y'all were planning to go with this. If it don't work, lemme know!))
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Good Lord, if there was a time for a chick flick moment, this was definitely it. It really did take all of his strength- which was helped immensely by his precious manly ego- not to wrap his little brother up in a hug, like they were kids again. For one thing, he wasn’t exactly the poster boy for getting huggy-feely with another guy, family or no…but more importantly, for another, if Ryder’s shoulders got any tenser, he was sure that his little brother would explode.

Damn, Chey just knew how to freak out the family, didn’t she? He just KNEW that he should’ve picked up one of those doggy collars with the zap button…

And trust Ryder to have him trading in all that guilt and shame into something along the lines of defensive anger, with one little sentence. God, were they ever going to get back to the way they’d been? Clenching his teeth to keep those angry barbs from shooting out at his brother, Ben crossed his arms over his chest and turned an obvious ‘so not amusing’ glare at his fellow hunter.

“I dunno if you noticed, Ry, but nobody makes Chey do anything she don’t wanna,” He couldn’t help but drawl. Not to mention that the younger Winchester wasn’t exactly on speaking terms with him, he silently added. His chest tightened at the thought, and he forced his hands to remain relaxed against his ribs. Now was not the time to start dwelling on family dynamics…or how much of a stranger he felt around his own family. Now was not the damn time.

With a short nod of his head when Ryder demanded that they focus on the task at hand, he clamped his mouth shut. They did have bigger fish to fry, didn’t they? There was the baby sister getting into God knows what trouble, fifty thousand feet in the damn air. Only freaking Chey…

A curse escaped him as his brother abruptly tore off toward the tower. Who the hell was Beth? And why weren’t they simply trying to highjack a plane and go speeding toward her? It couldn’t be THAT hard to fly something like that—

Boots thumping rhythmically against the pavement, Ben followed Ryder to the control tower. A few guards tried to stop them along the way, but with some charm and a fake ID, it was easy to get up to the main floor. The place was bustling, voices blurring into one while men and women with headphones scurried around the room.

Okay, so none of this was going to do. Stepping in front of the nearest woman, he put on his best smile. “Hey there,” He said, turning up the charm. An answering blush assured him that they weren’t going to be cast aside anytime soon. “You know where I can find Beth?”

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[Ryder James Winchester]

There was something about running side by side with Ben; the sound of their footfalls heavy on the pavement and hands on their weapons that made Ryder’s soul scream out in agony. This was how it was supposed to be. This was how it always should have been, not abhorrence or blame or the vast coldness that hung in the air between them.
It was almost enough to make the young Winchester want to grab his brother by the arm, turn him around, and give him one of those manly man hugs that they used to share from time to time.

Almost

Ryder inhaled sharply and held it in as he ran, shaking off those needless thoughts and focusing on the busy scene around them. It was just like Ben to take the lead, using his natural charisma to get a lead on the woman they were looking for. Hey, whatever worked, right? But still Ryder couldn’t keep from rolling his eyes and shaking his head at the way the woman nearly giggled like a school girl when she pointed out Beth; a mousey blonde lady wearing a headset too big for her head that was pacing nervously back and forth.
The hunter immediately treaded over to her, catching Beth by the elbow maybe a little too abruptly before spinning her around to face him.

“Beth, I’m Ryder…and this is Ben.” He thumbed towards the elder sibling, glancing at his brother a moment before returning his attention to the air traffic controller. “What the hell is happening up there? What’s wrong with Chey Winchesters plane?”
Just the verbal announcement that his baby sister was up there, alone and in trouble made the hunter’s heart stop beating. She was probably scared and crying; afraid. The mental picture of that scenario jumpstarted his pulse and he shook his head to clear the distraction, stormy blue eyes narrowed on the woman before him.

Her plane is stalled in mid-air.” Beth explained, and her nervous gaze darted back and forth between the boys. “We can’t figure it out because the system analysis of the plane seems fine. It’s like…” She swallowed thickly. “Its like something is just holding her there.”

Ryder let out a loud FUCK! and turned to punch the closest thing to him, which ended up being Ben, so instead he just fisted his other palm. Turning back to Beth, he furrowed his brows, glaring at her with a barely controlled temper. “Why the hell haven’t you sent anybody up there to help her? Someone needs to get their ass in a jet and get up there. Now.”

Beth shook her head and wrapped her arms around herself, clearly aware that the men before her were two time bombs ready to explode. We…we can’t. There are certain policies and procedures we have to follow, and these things take time.”

“We don’t HAVE time!” Ryder yelled, and once again he was moving, this time toward the airstrip where other planes were waiting.
He glanced over his shoulder at Ben who was right behind, and pulled out his weapon, a look of determination written across his boyish face. He hoped his older brother would be on board with the crazy stunt he was about to pull.

“I can’t fly one and I know you can’t either, so we’ll just have to find someone that does.” He said bluntly and approached a pilot that was outside of his own jet, fueling up to go.

Gun drawn on the male, Ryder grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and shook him a little. “You’re taking us up there or you’re going to die.” He told the man plainly, putting the butt of the sig in his chest. “And if you even think about signaling the radio tower for help, I’m going to put a hole in this nice ironed button-down…are we lucid?”

[Ben Isaac Winchester]

Damn, if there was a better time not to be psychic, now would be it. While Ryder’s insides were howling in agony as they ran side by side toward the control tower, Ben’s were practically soaring. How long had it been since he’d been in his little brother’s presence for more than ten minutes? How long had it been since they’d occupied the same air without coming to blows? Sure, if Chey hadn’t gotten herself into yet another great ball of trouble, Ryder would probably be attempting to remove his windpipe…but hell, man, he was working a job alongside his little brother. If it wasn’t so chick-flick, he might actually start to cry.

Well, either that or deck his little brother for making him want to go chick-flick. God, it was really hard to keep his head in the game, when his family was around! What was this; a Winchester family trait? He wasn’t even technically related to Dean, but noooo…he still had to feel all those insane, loyalty urges…

Gah, he just wasn’t used to all of this touchy-feely crap. He was more at home out on the rode, being his usual horndog self…and not trying his best to keep a lid on his normally hard to reach temper. What the hell was it about his brother that made him feel so goddamn volatile? He wanted to shake some sense into the younger Hunter; make him see that what happened in the past wasn’t his fault…while at the same time, doing something to make him hate him even more. Fuck, dude, he was turning into some kind of psychotic masochist. Self loathing; what a hardcore biotch from hell.

With a mental smack, he forced his brain back to the present. He could go and pick at his feelings when his sister was safe on the ground, he thought with a little grunt of irritation. Following Ryder when he moved toward ‘Beth,’ he glanced around the control room, taking up stance behind his brother. When he was introduced, he gave the woman a little nod of greeting, for once not turning on the charm.

Which was a good thing, he realized a few seconds later, when Beth started to speak. Practically all color drained from his face as the words ‘stalled’ and ‘holding her’ penetrated the fog of fear in his brain. He had to shove his hands into his pockets before his clenched fists could make anyone nervous, and after trading a look with Ryder, he clenched his jaw.

“Time my goddamn ass,” He growled, looking out at the sky through the tower’s windows. “You can’t send anyone up there to see what’s going on? Procedures be damned; she could be in trouble up there!”

Before he had a chance to say anything else to the now stricken looking woman, he was distracted by Ryder’s fleeing form. With a curse, he quickly followed after him, his mind whirling. No one being able to contact Chey meant that they’d have to go up and get her themselves…but how? Neither of them had a pilot’s license, as far as he knew, and getting one for hire would take too damn long.

It was almost scary how he and his brother thought alike, he mused about a minute later. As the poor pilot started nodding like crazy, his eyes practically bugging out of his head, Ben made sure that they didn’t have any unwanted witnesses to kidnapping. When the unfamiliar man made a few gurgling noises and started begging for Ryder not to shoot him, the elder Winchester stepped in.

“Look, man, we don’t want to hurt you,” He said, ramping up the ‘Good Cop’ routine as he put a hand on his brother’s shoulder. He nodded at the plane in front of them. “That your bird? Good. What we need is for you to take us up to the coordinates that we’re gonna give you once we’re on the runway. Do it quiet, and nobody gets hurt.”

There was more maniacal nodding and begging, and before long, they were all strapped into the small commercial plane and headed down the runway. Ben strapped himself in to the co-pilot’s chair, glancing back at Ryder. He didn’t exactly have his father’s fear of flying, but HELL if his stomach didn’t flip when they left solid ground. Resisting the urge to squeeze his eyes shut, he gripped the arms of his chair and forced himself to watch the sky, waiting for the telltale signs of their sister’s plane.

“How long ‘til we get there?” He asked the pilot, grimacing as turbulence shook the small cabin.

The pilot, looking a bit green around the gills, nodded at the dash screen, and the coordinates he’d locked in. “Not long. Maybe…ten or fifteen minutes ‘til we get there.”

Okay, so he could do that. Definitely…he could definitely deal with this. No problem.

Leaning forward, he flipped the radio over to the frequency that Beth had called out Chey used, as they’d run out of the tower. Taking a deep breath, he squeezed the button and prayed to hear his sister’s sweet voice.

“Chey, this is Ben,” He said into the com. “We’re comin’ to get you, squirt. Not long now…we’re comin’.”
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((Blah, I hope this gives peeps something to work with. I figure that maybe Chey can give us an update about her plane? Maybe she hears Ben's little message...and then we can go into rescue-mode? XD If that's all poopie, lemme know and I'll add in their seeing a tentacle in here.))

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[Chevrolet Winchester]

five twenty pm:

Hearing the words ‘I’ve spoken to your brother’ caused so many conflicting emotions in Chey. She knew deep down that he was still alive and well, she knew she’d know if the case was any difference she’d be able to tell. Maybe the last couple of years had been bizarre for the Winchesters but they were still family. Chey and Ryder were still the same kids that used crawl into bed together as toddlers because two Winchesters could fight off the monster in the closet better than one could. Ben was still the same older brother that used to put plastic spiders in her toy box to scare the life out of her but would scoop her up and force feed her candy to make her stop crying if she fell of her bike. She missed the good old days. The days when the Winchester house was filled with people. When you could hear the sound of classic rock music running out of at least one of the bedrooms of the house. When Chey would wake up screaming because her brothers put peanut butter in her hair. When they were a family. Drama had been a part of their lives since they were born. Or well since he was eight in Ben’s case. But this? This hurt. Being apart for so long? Especially when you spent your entire lives so close. Chey couldn’t sit at the window and wait for Ryder and Ben and her Dad to come home anymore because she wasn’t sure they were ever gonna come home. God she longed to have her brothers gang up on her and just tickle her till she peed herself again. Hell, she’d pray for peanut butter in her hair right now!! Actually… Now that I think about it… Right now she just wanted to be on the ground.

More than she was scared of actually being up there, Chey was scared of saying the wrong thing right now. She knew one of the down sides of the job was that sometimes people found out about the supernatural but she also knew it was something to be avoided at all costs. Once you knew about what was out there, you could never forget. If only it was as easy as flashing a bright light in someone’s eyes and their memory disappear. Was that the minor Will Smith addiction at the age of nine and the far too many times Chey had watched Men in Black talking? Eh, she didn’t care. She’d love one of those fancy pants devices. All Chey had disclosed to Beth and anyone else Beth may have told was that she was stuck. She’d told her it was a Winchester problem but that meant very little to anyone that wasn’t a Winchester or an incredibly close friend. Chey was slowly being revealed a little bit more of this… demon? Was this thing a demon? The best description Chey could muster up was that it was like.. A freakin’ ginormous squid. Oh or like that Sarlacc thing from Star Wars. Was that even what it was called? Eh that’s what she remembered from the brief periods of time she wasn’t fast asleep. God bless Travis for forcing her to watch Star Wars with him. Wait, hang on… that thing was pretty unkillable wasn’t it? Crap! The only thing keeping Chey from thinking she was screwed was the fact her brother was coming to help her. If anyone could help her it was one of her brothers. What she didn’t count on was BOTH of her brothers. I mean really who would have thought Ryder would have called Ben??

six fourty five pm:

When you’re stuck in the sky and under attack, an hour and a half can seem like forever. It wasn’t just a case of being stuck anymore either. Whatever this thing was, it was having fun with Chey. Throwing her plane about like a child with a rattle and sending Chey flying around the relatively small aircraft. Chey wasn’t used to this. Maybe this was proof that she wasn’t strong enough to be a hunter but she was scared. Scrap that she was petrified. Every time a tentacle hit her plane she jumped. She just waited for the attack because this? This was simply him playing with his food. And with a mouth that must have been at least twice the size of her, well she was pretty sure she was dinner. Chey hadn’t radioed in for a while. She was worried the screaming and the crying would raise an alarm she didn’t want raised. She couldn’t run. She was forty thousand feet in the air, where could she run?? At least if she was tied to a chair or locked in a basement she had a chance. Hell she knew she could escape after being tied to a chair. She was a Winchester. She could escape a lot of things. Being so helpless wasn’t a feeling she was used to, nor did she like it very much. What scared Chey more than the rumble of the plane and the bashing of tentacles, was when it suddenly stopped. She’d been at the back of the plane, that was the last place she’d been thrown to. The littlest Winchester pulled herself to her feet. She moved cautiously at first, knowing that at any second her plane could be thrown again. After a few moments and a few footsteps, Chey’s body sped up, running for the front of the plane. A loud crash ran through the plane and something wrapped around Chey’s leg and with a quick tug, pulled her body down to the floor. Luckily, quick reflexes meant that Chey could almost instantly grab the leg of one of the ‘passenger’ chairs. God right now she wasn’t sure if she should be, but she was damn glad Bastian and Charlee weren’t there.

The pain coursing through Chey’s leg was pretty much unbearable his (/hers/its) tentacle was wrapped around her leg up to her knee and it was like her leg was bending to the point of breaking as he pulled. She’d almost lost her voice from screaming and couldn’t quite believe she was able to hold on for as long as she had. It was almost as if the creature got bored. That or he was hoping to once again catch Chey off guard. Either way she suddenly the tugging stopped and moments later her leg was released. She looked behind her to see no traces of the creature itself, just the destruction he left behind. Her leg however, that hurt more now that it had been set free. Her entire body hurt but she was trying so hard to ignore that fact. As she continued to cling to the leg of the seat, her face down towards the floor, Chey sobbed. Was this it for her? That chair leg wouldn’t hold her for long. There was an odd quiet in calm surrounding the young wannabe hunter which was amazing considering her head, heart and body wouldn’t stop screaming. She didn’t want to cry but couldn’t seem to stop. Then she heard it. She swore she heard it. Her name. Her head instantly snapped up towards the headset hanging over the pilots seat, inches away from her head. Then she heard ‘this is Ben’ and her body lunged up and grabbed the headset, pulling it over her head and letting the sound of her brothers voice run into her ears. She’d honestly never been so glad to hear her brother before. ‘We’re comin’ to get you, squirt. Not long now…we’re comin’.’ Her chest shook as she pulled in a long breathe. Then it occurred to her… We’re?? We’re comin’…? She’d asked Beth to ring Ryder, Ben was speaking and Ben said WE. If her body wasn’t already.

There were so many things that Chey wanted to say. She wanted to cry and laugh and smile and all everything was just confusing her head so she just shut her eyes and let what ever came out first ring down the mouthpiece. “I’m so glad to hear your voice.” Her voice was frail and cracked but that was what an hour and a half of screaming and running from sky terrorists did to you. “Who’s with you? And.. How??” Sure she wish this was some great ‘it’s all over’ but this wasn’t nearly over. “This thing Ben… I don’t think this thing’s going to go down easy.”

[Ryder James Winchester]

It was almost funny that Ben was the one playing Good Cop this time around. Usually, the few times Ryder had actually gotten to join dad and his other brother on a hunt the eldest was the one playing the irrational psychotic hunter with the itchy trigger finger and -he- was behind, shaking his head and acting like the calmer, more balanced partner.
Of course, it was that way in all aspects of his life up until the past year. Ryder, the brainy one. Ryder the attentive and patient one. Ryder…the one that usually broke up the squabbles between Ben and Chey.

He stiffened at his brothers hand on his shoulder but took a step back, letting the elder hunter do the talking. As angry and tense as he was, Ryder felt like putting a bullet into somebody and it wouldn’t do them any good to have a plane without a pilot. Hell, it wouldn’t do them any good without a pilot -or- with a hole in the plane either.
The young Winchester kept his mouth shut as they were led on board but also kept his weapon aimed at the pilot’s back in case the man had any second thoughts. He reluctantly strapped himself into a seat where first class would be as Ben took up the co-pilot seat, only then resting his weapon in his lap.

The big jet was up in the air in no time, but not soon enough for Ryder, who was out of his mind with worry for the youngest Winchester. Once they were airborne he unbelted, shifting over to the window seat so he could stare out over the growing expanse of sky and the shrinking landscape below.
It all looked so beautiful up there; white feathery clouds and mist rising from the soaring wings. It was hard to believe they could be anywhere other than heaven, and that something escaped from hell was up there and had his sister.

The sound of Chey’s voice over the radio jolted the hunter like an electric shock, and he pushed himself up and raced toward the cockpit in time to hear her last panicked words. Indifferent about pushing Ben’s buttons, he tore the radio from his brother’s hands, and brought it to his own lips, his voice trembling as he tried his best to comfort his baby sister.
“Chey! It’s Ryder! Baby girl, you hang tight…were almost there.” His voice broke then, and his eyes filled up with moisture as he cast a horrified look down at his brother. Oh god, if they didn’t get there in time…

“I love you baby sister. You hear me? I love you. I’m so sorry…” He held the radio tightly as if it might be her hand, and the tears started to fall as the weight of his selfishness gripped his heart like a cold vice. If only he’d been there for her…if only he hadn’t run away like a fucking child…

And then the clouds at the nose of the plane cleared just enough to show them exactly what they were dealing with. Massive tentacles whipped in all different directions, some holding a small private plane in its grasp. The body of the thing was a nightmare; yawning, black like the devil’s soul and just as menacing…and the hunter had no idea how the hell they were going to get Chey away from it.

“Oh god…” Ryder’s eyes widened and he couldn’t take his eyes off the thing; the hand clutching the radio falling away as he took in the immense monster before them. Was it inside the plane with her? Were those tentacles reaching for his sister right now?

“Ben…” He couldn’t talk to Chey anymore. He just couldn’t. She needed to hear everything was going to be okay and he wasn’t sure he believed that. He couldn’t lie to her. “Do you see that Ben? What the hell is that? How the fuck are we gonna’…”

The radio dropped from his hand and he raised his palm to his gaping mouth. His grey-blue eyes were locked on the creature and he couldn’t move. Couldn’t think.
His baby sister was going to die right in front of him.

[Ben Isaac Winchester]

Christ, sometimes it really didn’t pay off to get up in the morning. Was that the plastic of the handheld cracking under his fist? And was that his chest feeling like it was about to implode? It just had to be HIS family that was always in some kind of life or death trouble; HIS family that couldn’t seem to have a normal, safe day anytime of the goddamn week! Oh, what he would give to actually come home and find his little sister winning some school-award, and his parents sitting by some…fuck, some lake, or something, relaxing and staring out into the water. Not phone calls about Dad getting his arm torn off by a rabid werewolf, or Chey getting stuck in a goddamn plane, held by goddamn knew what!

Ben took a deep breath as his free hand came up to pinch the bridge of his nose. Gah, at this rate, he was going to have a heart attack by the time he was forty.

…Or maybe earlier, he thought as Chey’s voice suddenly cut through the airwave static. His head snapped up at the familiar sounds and he a relieved breath whooshed through his lips. He wasn’t a happy camper when Ryder snatched the radio away, but adrenaline was making it a bit hard to focus on anything but the fact that his baby sister wasn’t passed out in her cockpit.

“Ask her what’s holding her, Ry,” The hunter snapped, making a grab for the CB. “We’ll have plenty of time for that emotional crap when we get her onto the ground.” When his brother held it out of his reach, he turned his attention to the clouds through the front windows. He couldn’t see much, thanks to heavy clouds blocking their way, but his gut was telling him that the ‘thing’ that Chey mentioned wasn’t a fuzzy cloud-bunny looking to take them all to Unicorn Land.

The pilot was getting antsy now, obviously not liking the tone of Chey’s voice. With a growl, Ben pulled out his gun and leveled it at the guy, while Ry continued to speak to their sister over the radio. The stranger turned a few shades of green and made a noise that sounded oddly like a strangled cat, and it took a minute for Ben to realize that it wasn’t the fear of being shot that was making him choke, but what he was seeing out the front windshield.

When Ryder spoke, the elder Winchester immediately snapped his head up and what he saw confirmed the roiling feeling in his gut. Jesus fucking Christ…what the fuck was that?! His jaw fell open as he took in the oddly shaped body and the stretching tentacles that were slithering in and out of a small plane’s body. Good Lord…was that…was that some kind of squid? A squid in the goddamn sky?!

Only the Winchesters would find the world’s first homicidal, flying squid, Ben couldn’t help but think, as his mind raced to shove aside fear in favor of action.

Grabbing the radio from his brother’s limp hand, he quickly pushed the call button, praying that his messages could still go through. “We’re gonna find a way to get you outta this, Chey,” He said, forcing his voice to calm. “I can see the thing…we’re gonna fly around, maybe try to distract it a bit. Do you have a parachute in there? Anything to protect yourself with?”

The pilot beside him choked some more as he saw the monster in the sky, and their plane jerked. With a snarl, Ben turned his face from the radio and aimed his gun squarely at the guy’s forehead. Was it his turn to be bad cop?
“You turn this plane around, and I’ll fucking gut you,” He growled, clicking off the safety. “Fly around and give us a wide area around that thing. We don’t want it attacking us before we figure out a way to kill it.”

Which would be fucking WHAT, exactly? It was a fucking SQUID in the fucking SKY! He didn’t even want to know how the hell it got up here, or was keeping itself floating…FUCK, only his sister! He swore to fucking God; only his sister!

With a deep, calming breath, he turned back to Ryder. “Maybe we can distract the thing with a few bullets in its suction cups,” He said, thinking aloud. “Get close enough to somehow pull Chey onboard without it smashing us into a few dozen pieces.”

A vicious smile came onto his face then, as he looked back over at the floating thing in the sky. “Or, Hell, we could always fly the plane into it. Think this clunker has parachutes?”

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