Supernatural: Route 666

A/N: Hey, so I'm sorry that I'm a bit late in posting this, but finals are creeping up on me, and I had to get a paper done for one of my classes. Anyway, here I am to post the first chapter of a new story in which Sam and Liz are going to have a chance to tease Dean when they learn something about their brother that they didn't know about.

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Disclaimer: I don't own anything from Supernatural. I just own any and all characters that I just happen create.

CHAPTER ONE: A GHOST TRUCK?

Cape Girardeau, Missouri.

ROUTE 6…

It was a quiet winter night, and an African-American man was driving on Route 6, listening to a news report on the radio, and there were no other cars in sight for either direction. Halfway through the report, the radio reception turned to static, and the man, an annoyed expression on his face, turned it off. A few seconds later, a large black truck, appeared out of nowhere, and came speeding down the road behind the man's car, its' bright lights filling up the back window, as it continued to get closer.

"What the-?" the man began when he looked behind him and saw the truck was getting faster and closer. Scared because he recognized the truck, he tried to get away, but the truck rammed into the back of his car twice; he tried again to speed up, when, suddenly, the radio turned itself on, with clear reception, and the truck was gone. The man, confused, continued to drive.

A short time later, he saw the truck in front of him, facing his car. Terrified, he slammed on the brakes and swerved to a stop; he turned the car around and started driving in the opposite direction. The truck followed him, gaining speed; again, the truck hit the back of the man's car twice. This time, the man lost control of his car and went careening off the road; the car flipped over two times and landed right side up, but he was dead. The truck stopped next to the car, as if to check that the driver was indeed dead, and started reversing; while it was backing away, it faded into nothing.

Sam and Liz were by the car, and were looking at a map while Dean was listening to a voicemail on his cell phone.

"Okay, I think I found a way we can bypass that construction, just east of here," Sam said, showing Liz the route. "We might even make Pennsylvania faster than we thought."

"It should," Liz agreed.

Dean hung up his phone, a surprised expression on his face, which then turned serious. "Yeah. Problem is, we're not going to Pennsylvania," he said suddenly.

Sam and Liz were confused and stunned. "We what?"

"Just got a call from, uh, an old friend," Dean said, walking around to the driver side. "Her father was killed last night, she thinks it might be our kind of thing."

Now Sam and Liz were just plain confused. "What?"

"Yeah. Believe me, she never would've called, never, if she didn't need us," Dean commented, getting in the car. "Come on, you both comin' or what?"

Exchanging confused looks, both Sam and Liz got into the car.

"By old friend, you mean…?" Sam asked once they were on the road, heading away from Pennsylvania.

"A friend that's not new," Dean answered vaguely, his eyes fixed on the road.

Sam exchanged a bemused look with Liz and he chuckled. "Yeah, thanks. So, her name's Cassie, huh?" he asked and Dean nodded. "You never mentioned her."

"Didn't I?" Dean asked hesitantly.

Sam shook his head. "No."

Dean flushed. "Yeah, we went out."

"You mean you dated someone?" Sam asked, exchanged a surprised look with Liz. "For more than one night?"

"Am I speakin' a language you're not getting here?" Dean asked, annoyed as both Sam and Liz laughed, and sighed. "Yeah, Dad, Liz, and I were workin' a job in Athens, Ohio, she was finishing up college, and we went out for a couple weeks."

"And?" Sam prompted, but all he got was a headshake of no, and he sighed. "Look, it's terrible about her dad, but it kind of sounds like a standard car accident," he said. "I'm not seeing how it fits with what we do. Which, by the way, how does she know what we do?"

"Yeah, that's been bugging me, too," Liz agreed, giving her twin an inquiring look.

Dean didn't respond, and didn't even look at them. Exchanging a shocked expression, Sam and Liz both looked at him in disbelief.

"You told her. You told her!" Sam exclaimed. "The secret. Our big family rule number one, we do what we do, and we shut up about it. For a year and a half I do nothing but lie to Jessica, and you go out with this chick in Ohio a couple of times and you tell her everything?" he asked, but Dean still said nothing.

"Dean!" Liz shouted, hitting him in the shoulder hard enough to finally get a reaction, plus a yelp of protest.

"Yeah. Looks like it," Dean grumbled, and both Sam and Liz shook their heads, upset.

"I can't believe you told her."

"Shut up."

Cassie, an African-American girl, was talking with two men; one was the mayor of the town, Harold Todd, who was Caucasian, and the other was, Jimmy Anderson, an aged African-American.

"It's a newspaper we put out here, not a bulletin for the mayor's office," Jimmy was telling the politician, clearly annoyed.

"Get off your soapbox, Jimmy," Harold suggested. "I'm urging a little discretion is all."

Cassie didn't believe that for a second. "No, I think you're telling us what you want us to print, and what you want us to sit on," she stated.

"I know you're upset, Cassie," Harold told her honestly. "I liked your dad a lot. But I think your grief is clouding your judgment." 'Either that or the past is coming back somehow…and I really hope that it isn't.'

Jimmy wasn't about to give up on what he knew. "Two black people were killed on the same stretch of road in the same way in three weeks," he pointed out.

At this moment, Sam, Liz, and Dean all entered, and listened in on the argument.

"Jimmy, you're too close to this," Harold told him, fed up. "Those guys were friends of yours." He then turned back to Cassie. "Again, I'm very sorry for your loss," he added sincerely.

And with that, the mayor and Jimmy both walked away in separate directions. Frustrated, Cassie turned around and saw Sam, Liz, and Dean, and she was stunned to see him.

Dean nodded at her and smiled weakly.

"Dean," Cassie said with disbelief and she walked over to them.

"Hey, Cassie," Dean greeted, and they shared an awkward silence, neither of them knowing what to say. Both Sam and Liz smiled, sensing the history between the two of them. "This is my brother, Sam, and my sister, Liz," he added when Liz elbowed him after a few seconds, and she, Cassie, and Sam nodded and smiled at each other. "I'm sorry about your dad."

"Yeah. Me, too," Cassie agreed sadly, and they continued to stare at each other.

Several hours later, Cassie was serving tea for Sam, Liz, and Dean.

"My mother's in pretty bad shape," she explained. "I've been staying with her. I wish she wouldn't walk by herself…she's been so nervous and frightened. She was worried about Dad."

"Why?" Dean asked.

"He was scared," Cassie answered. "He was seeing things."

"Like what?" Liz asked.

Cassie shrugged. "He swore he saw an awful-looking black truck following him."

"A truck? Who was the driver?" Sam asked.

"He didn't talk about a driver. Just the truck," Cassie explained. "He said it would appear and disappear. And in the accident, Dad's truck was dented. Like it had been slammed into, by something big." And she handed them three cups of tea.

"Thanks," Sam said, accepting the cup. "Now, you're sure this dent wasn't there before?"

Cassie shook her head as she sat down. "He sold cars," she informed them. "Always drove a new one. I mean…there wasn't a scratch on that thing. It had rained hard that night, and there was mud everywhere. There was a distinct set of muddy tracks from Dad's car, leading right to the edge." And she started to cry. "Where he went over." She paused. "One set of tracks – his."

"And the first person killed was a friend of your father's?" Dean asked.

Cassie nodded, brushing away the tears. "Best friend. Clayton Solmes. They owned the car dealership together." and she shook her head. "Same thing. Dent, no tracks. And the cops said exactly what they said about Dad - he lost control of his car."

Dean frowned, now that was strange. "Now, can you think of any reason why your father and his partner might be targets?" he asked.

Cassie shrugged and shook her head. "No."

"And you think this vanishing truck ran him off the road?" Sam asked.

"Oh, when you say it aloud like that," Cassie joked, embarrassed and then sighed. "Listen, I'm a little skeptical about this…ghost stuff, or whatever it is you guys are into," she told them.

Dean chuckled. "Skeptical. Yeah, if I remember, I think you said it was nuts."

"That was then," Cassie told him, sadly.

"Mm," Dean said coldly and winced when Liz swatted his arm. "Hey!"

"Be kind," Liz lectured sternly.

Meanwhile, Sam looked at her sympathetically.

"I just know that I can't explain what happened up there, so I called you," Cassie said honestly, and just then, her mother, who was Caucasian, entered. "Mom! Where have you been, I was so-" she began, standing up at the same time as Sam, Dean, and Liz.

Mrs. Robinson was surprised that her daughter had company. "Oh. I had no idea you'd invited friends over."

"Uh, Mom, this is Dean, a friend of mine from…college," Cassie stammered. "And his brother, Sam, and his sister, Liz."

Mrs. Robinson nodded to them, clearly nervous about something other than her husband being dead. "Well, uh, I won't interrupt you." And she turned to leave.

"Mrs. Robinson," Dean called out, and she stopped. "We're sorry for your loss. And we'd like to talk to you for a minute, if you don't mind," he requested.

Mrs. Robinson's expression suddenly turned cold. "I'm really not up to that just now." And she walked away, leaving Cassie, Sam, Liz, and Dean disappointed.

Meanwhile, another car had crashed, and the driver, Jimmy, was dead. The truck was a few feet away; it started to back away, and then disappeared into the night. The ghost truck had claimed another victim and it wasn't about to stop any time soon.

A/N: Poor, Jimmy, let's see the mayor cover this one up, if that is what he's doing. R&R everyone!