Sam thought It was nice to get out of the car and stretch his legs after the long drive, and was really glad that they had managed to convince deputy Denholm to let them poke around and ask a few questions. It wasn't often that they were on the better side of law enforcement, but more often then not, due to the nature of their job, it wasn't always possible to be.
"So," said Dean as the three of them made their way slowly to the truck wreckage, "have you found anything to connect the victims besides the identical way that they were killed?"
Deputy Denholm sighed heavily, "Well this is a small town. Everyone knows one another, so of course, all three men who died knew each other well too. I guess you could say that we are all connected that way. Everyone and their parents grew up here, y'know."
"Could there be any chance that they were involved in something bad? Something which would have sent someone out to kill them?" Sam asked, though he knew that it wasn't a someone that had killed them, rather a something.
The deputy let out another sigh, "No. They were good folk. Law abiding, not to mention good neighbours. Old Steve even used to help organise community events, and raised money for charity. Can't think for a moment why on earth someone would want to kill him, or the others as that."
Sam's eyes wondered over the wreckage, and he noticed that there was a suitcase split open and it's contents were scattered outside one of the truck's windows. "Deputy Denholm, where was Mr. Bradbury going?" he nodded towards the case.
"Beats me. Never known the man to go on vacation, so I don't know why he'd have packed. He certainly didn't mention going away to anyone."
"All three accidents occurred in this exact same spot right?" Sam asked.
"Sure did. Ain't that the darndest thing?"
"So why didn't you close the road off?" Dean asked curiously. To him, this would have been the obvious thing to do.
"Well see, this roads the only one out of town at the moment. Theres construction work going on at the other end of town, so that's blocked up. Only other road in and out. Diggin' the whole damn thing up. At least the're gonna replace it all eventually. I can't begin to describe how many pot holes and such there was down there. Folks had been complaining."
"And what about the witness to Ray Henderson's death, Dolly Hancock, she lives in that house just there doesn't she?" Sam asked, pointing quickly in the direction of the house overlooking the scene.
Deputy Denholm let out quite a laugh upon hearing this question, "If you heard that she was the witness, then you must have heard what she was sayin' she saw that night!"
Dean humoured him by chuckling back, "Yeah, she claims to have seen a train. A train that...disappeared after hittin' the car."
"See, old Dolly, at eighty-five shes the town's oldest resident. Shes quite mobile for someone of her age, I'll give her that much. Just the years ain't been so kind to her upstairs, if y'know what I mean." as deputy Denholm said this, he made a point of pointing a finger to the side of his head, and moved it around in a quick circular motion, signalling that as far as he was concerned, Dolly Hancock was as dotty as you could get.
"So then what do you think might have really happened?" Sam asked.
"Well if you ask me, it was probably some sort of heavy goods truck that struck their vehicles. Hopefully we will know more once forensics have finished having a look at all the evidence."
"Deputy Denholm?" another officer shouted across from one of the patrol cars causing Sam and Dean to turn also, "I got Sheriff Branscombe on the radio!"
"Okay! Be right there!" Denholm shouted back. He then turned his gaze back onto Sam and Dean, "You'll have to excuse me now fellas, I hope that you have everything that you need now."
"Yes Sir, thank you for your time." Sam replied courteously. Then deputy Denholm left him and Dean as he headed towards the car.
"Well that's been really helpful. Not." Dean said sarcastically.
"I think we need to go and talk to Dolly Hancock ourselves, get a better description of what she saw." Sam suggested. Even if deputy Denholm and everyone else around here thought she was crazy talking about a ghost train, Sam and Dean knew better about what really existed, and they knew, that even with Dolly being a bit senile, she might make more sense then anyone else at the moment.
Sam looked back at the wreckage, and started to walk closer, casually passing the other officers that walked by and carried out their work processing the scene. Dean followed but took his time.
The coroner and his team had just finished zipping up the black body bag, and had placed it on a gurney, which they were wheeling away from the other side of the up-turned truck, back to the van. Dean watched as they put it into the back and strapped it in securely before closing the doors. He felt bad that they hadn't arrived here in time to save Steven Brabury's life. He hated when they were too late, but had come to realise that they would never be able to save everyone, no matter how hard they tried. He and Sam alone were not powerful enough to make quite that much difference, nor were any other hunters. All that they could ever hope for, was to do the best that they could. But he still hated when they lost someone.
He sighed then turned his attention to his brother who was kneeling down, looking closely at the more damaged side of the truck. Dean crouched down by his side, just as Sam ran a finger over some of the crumpled up cab. There was a black gooey substance all over the surface. At first glance, most people might have mistaken it for some sort of oil. People who didn't know what they knew.
Sam held his now mucky finger out in front of him as he scrutinized it, "Ectoplasm." he said quietly.
"Yeah and a lot of it. This is one seriously pissed off spirit." Dean said, grimacing at the sight. Whatever the reason this train had started to appear and kill people, it definitely meant business.
"I think we should come back later tonight once the police and everyone have left. We might be able to pick something up on the EMF." Sam suggested.
"Good idea. Though I don't have a friggin' clue how we're supposed to stop the damn thing. Hope you got some more good ideas in that big 'ol brain of your's college boy."
S U P E R N A T U R A L
Sam and Dean decided that the first thing they should do was head into town and find themselves suitable accommodation. As it turned out there was only one such place there, which was a small guesthouse called The Oak Tree, which was run by a friendly plump middle-aged woman called Maria Harper. She smiled broadly at them as she unsuspectingly ran their hinky credit card through the machine. It took what seemed like ages for the transaction to be okayed, and for a split second, Dean felt worried in case it declined and informed Mrs Harper that there was a problem. The type of problem that they could do without right now. But, eventually it went through, and Dean signed the slip as D. Hasselhoff. Mrs Harper accepted the slip without noticing that the TV stars name was being mis-used, and happily handed them their room keys.
Their rooms were upstairs, the first and second along to the right in a narrow hallway. Normally they shared a room with twin beds, but as the guesthouse was quite small, it only had single or double rooms, and they really didn't fancy sharing the same bed. Times wern't quite that hard yet. Luckily though, Mrs Harper didn't charge them full price anyway. She'd explained that she'd had some last minute cancellations, and would rather fill the rooms at a discounted price then lose business altogether, which was very good for their hunters budget.
Another nice thing about the guesthouse, was that both Sam and Dean's rooms were very tastefully decorated unlike some of the garish motels that the'd had to stay at in the past. They'd seen all sorts of strange styles of rooms. Well, if you could actually call it style, that is. But here, it was simple subtle cream and brown tones. Uncluttered and clean. Un-varnished pine bed frames hosted extremely comfortable looking mattresses and quilts which were coloured to match their surroundings. There wasn't a lot of spare room, but each still had an en-suite bathroom, much to their relief as it meant pure privacy.
After conferring quickly, Sam and Dean decided to get cleaned up, then go find someplace to eat as they hadn't had anything the whole day. Mrs Harper did cook for her guests, but only at certain times, and they were too late for lunch and still too early for the evening meal and they agreed that they didn't want to wait any longer.
Sam remembered seeing a little diner sandwiched between a couple of grocery and gift stores on their drive through the centre of town, so as soon as they had finished showering and had changed into fresh clothes, they got into the Impala and headed there. It was the only establishment that they'd seen around here anyway, so it wasn't as if they had that many choices really.
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After settling into a booth at the far end of the diner, both Sam and Dean decided to order a cheeseburger and fries, and were grateful when they finally arrived at their table about ten minutes later. Dean was disappointed with the waitress that served them, even though she was about the right age, she was very short and dumpy. Her clothes were way too tight given the circumstances, so there were bulges sticking out absolutely everywhere. Even though he was repulsed by her appearance, she seemed to take an instant fancy to him and smiled way more then was actually necessary, and even over-confidently winked at him from the counter as she was pouring them another soda. He forced a polite smile back when he accidently made eye-contact, but ended up looking as if he was suffering from wind and was desperately straining to hold it in. Finally when she'd dropped the sodas at their table and left, he shuddered and Sam sniggered at him and started to open his mouth to say something sarcastic, but Dean spoke first to stop him, "Dude, don't even go there..."
"I wasn't going to say a thing," lied Sam as he watched Dean take a big bite of his burger, "only that I suspect you could get lucky tonight..." he sniggered.
"Do you mind! I'm tryin' to eat here! Saying things like that could make a guy puke!" Dean snapped. Nether the less, he carried on chomping his way through the rest of the burger, though he avoided looking anywhere in the direction that the waitress was in while they finished their meal.
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Sam soon realised that Dolly Hancock wasn't a bit dotty. In actual fact, she was very dotty. From the moment that he and Dean had knocked on her door, it was all down hill to the cuckoo's nest.
She'd been polite enough to let them in with a smile on her face once they had introduced themselves and made it clear that they were very interested in hearing her account of what had happened on the night of Ray Hendersen's death, including details of the 'vanishing train' that nobody else wanted to listen to. But, she was dressed rather bizarrely. She was wearing a pink shower cap, a tatty white bathrobe, and yellow rain boots, and she was accesserised with a brightly coloured bead necklace, and wore big ugly rings on most of her fingers. Sam could see from his expression, that Dean was struggling to process this more then he was, but they both managed to keep their thoughts to themselves.
Dolly ushered them into her living room, where Sam and Dean planted themselves on a crocheted doily covered couch, which had mis-matched, thread bare cushions placed messily upon it. As they were settling, Dolly made her way into another room, which turned out to be her kitchen, then returned a couple of minutes later carrying a tray with a tea pot and three cups, and set it down on the coffee table in front of them.
"Help yourselves boys." Dolly said happily and gestured a frail hand towards the tray.
"Thank you." Sam said politely as he reached out for one of the cups, Dean doing the same. Before either of them could lift the tea pot, Dolly took it by the handle and moved the spout close to Sam's cup and tipped it up. Sam felt concerned as her hand was shaking rather a lot, he didn't really feel like getting hot drink spilt over him.
But he needn't have worried. Nothing came out of the pot, it was empty.
He sat there feeling puzzled as Dolly moved on to Dean's cup, and poured him an identical cup of non-existent tea, completely unaware that there was anything wrong. She then set the tea pot back on to the tray, then sat herself down on an armchair opposite them.
Dean looked down at the empty cup, then across to Sam. The same 'what the hell?' look was on both of their faces now.
Dolly was still smiling contentedly at them, and Sam realised that he needed to break the silence that had fallen thickly over the room. He coughed slightly to clear his throat first, "So Mrs. Hancock," he began.
"Ms. Hancock. I never married dear." Dolly corrected.
"Sorry, Ms. Hancock, could you tell us about what you saw the night of the accident?" Sam continued.
"Oh yes!" she shrieked in a high pitched squeal, "You wanted to know about the train!" she was practically bouncing in her seat like a giddy child.
"Um, yeah." said Dean as he continued to stare into the empty cup in disbelief. Luckily, Dolly didn't seem to notice his puzzlement, and set about telling them her account of the events on the tragic night.
"Well, she started, "I was out walking with Mr. Charles at the time..."
"Mr. Charles?" Sam interrupted, "You mean, someone else saw what happened?"
"Yes of course. He was very restless that night, so we got out of bed and went outside. I thought it might do him some good to get some fresh air."
"We'll need to speak with him too. Is he here now?" Dean asked, finally releasing his attention off the cup.
"Yes. Hes always here." Dolly answered.
"Well, uh, could you get him for us?" Sam asked.
Suddenly Dolly rose from her seat and made her way over to a closed door on the far right side of the room and opened it ajar. While her back was turned, both Sam and Dean set the cups back onto the tray and exchanged weary glances.
"Mr. Charles!" Dolly suddenly yelled through the door causing Sam and Dean to look in her direction. "Mr. Charles! Could you please come here!"
Suddenly something small and fluffy ran through the door, past Dolly's feet and bounded half way through the room before doing a u-turn at great speed, finally coming to a standstill in front of the coffee table, and began to bark at an irritating pitch.
"Here he is!" Dolly said happily as she made her way over to the shaggy Lhasa Apso pup, bending down to stroke his little grey furred head when she was close enough. The dog wagged its tail appreciative of the attention that it was being given.
Sam and Dean shared yet another look of astonishment.
"This is Mr. Charles?" Dean said, though it was more of a statement then a question.
"Yes! Isn't he handsome!" Dolly exclaimed as she sat herself back down, Mr. Charles following at her heels, then sitting down on the linoleum floor right besides the chair.
"Er yeah, very handsome." Dean said sarcastically. Again, Dolly didn't take any notice or offence, but Mr. Charles glared up at him and let out a slight snarl.
"So anyway, about the train that you saw." Sam continued as if there had been no interruption, "Could you describe it for us? Tell us exactly what it did? Perhaps you noticed it 'shimmering'?"
"Well I can do more then that dear." Dolly replied, "I can tell you which train it is, or at least was."
"You can?" Dean asked looking at Sam.
"Yes, it was the Number Five, but folks around here used to take to calling it the Thunder Express. My daddy drove it he did."
Sam and Dean looked stunned about this new piece of information. "Your father was the driver?" Sam asked, the surprise breaking out in his tone.
"He sure was." Dolly suddenly looked quite upset, "He'd even promised me that he'd let me ride up in the engine with him one day, in fact, that was what we were gonna do the very same day that...that..." she suddenly trailed off.
"That what?" asked Dean.
Dolly didn't answer, instead, she stood up from her chair again, and wondered absentmindedly into the kitchen, closing the door behind her as she went.
"Dude," Dean whispered to his brother, "This really isn't helping much, I mean, shes nuttier than squirrel turd. How can we take her at her word?"
"Well I guess we have to do some research, see if there really was a Thunder Express and if her father really was the driver. I think theres a library back in town so we can check through the records and see what we can find." replied Sam as he tried to stay positive, after all, this was their only lead so far, even if its validity was questionable.
Suddenly, the kitchen door swung open and Dolly made her way back into the room holding a plate out in front of her. She approached Dean, holding the plate towards him. "Would you like some fairy cake dear?" she asked. The smile had now returned to her face as she made her offering.
Dean stared eyes wide open at the plate. Like the tea pot, it was empty. Maybe it was a good thing that Dolly had never married, poor bastard would have died from starvation and dehydration. He wasn't even sure how the dog was still breathing in a situation like this.
"Er, thank you, but I'm kinda watching my figure at the moment so I think I'll pass." he smiled to keep up the facade, but Dolly suddenly looked disappointed at his refusal. But that was okay. He knew just what to say to cheer her up again, "But y'know, Sammy here, he just loves fairy cake."
Sam scowled at Dean as Dolly moved the empty plate to him instead. He paused for an awkward moment, not quite sure what he should do.
"Well c'mon young man, you look as though you need feeding up!" Dolly said in a motherly way.
Sam contemplated the plate once again, then in his politeness, decided not to upset their host. He pretended to take a slice of cake from the plate as convincingly as possible, ignoring the fact that Dean was sniggering at him. He knew that this was pay back for the comment about the waitress in the diner earlier.
He hoped that Dolly would turn away from him so that he could simply drop the act, but she continued to stare at him, waiting for him to 'eat' it. So he had no choice. He had to be seen to bite into it, well the thin air that is. He did this reluctantly, then pretended to chew on a piece. "Oh this is just lovely. The best cake I've ever tasted." he said finally, not wanting to hurt her feelings. It worked. Dolly was overjoyed.
After a few moments, finally, Dolly turned and went back to her seat. Sam breathed a sign of relief that he was able to stop 'eating', and shot Dean a 'bite me' look, which was responded to with another snigger.
As Dolly settled back into her chair, Mr. Charles suddenly let out a yap, got up from where he was sat, then plodded over to the couch, stopping right besides Dean's feet where he proceeded to stare at him.
"So Dolly is there anything else that you can tell us?" Sam asked.
"Well, I don't know dear, I mean there it was, the Thunder Express just exactly as I remembered it from when I was younger. Then the next moment I saw that man in his car. It came right for him it did, smashed right into the side. Then, it kinda flickered for a minute, then disappeared completely. Then that's when I came back into the house and called the sheriff."
Sam suddenly noticed that Mr. Charles had reared up, his front paws were on Dean's legs, and he was subtly trying to move him off of him without calling attention to the fact that he really wanted to use more excessive force. In fact, the dog was suddenly quite attracted to his brother, well, at least his lower limbs. Dean was grimacing as he tried shaking his legs slightly to get free. But the dog clung on as it moved in a disturbing way against him.
Sam managed to suppress a laugh. Justice, he thought.
"Um, y'know, I think we have everything that we need for now Ms. Hancock, so we should really get going." Dean said his tone uncomfortable through his gritted teeth as he tried to out-stare the over friendly canine.
"Oooo! Just one minute!" Dolly screeched as she shot up out of her chair and headed back to the kitchen.
Now that she had left the room, Dean took more evasive action. He kicked his legs out fast, sending Mr. Charles flying through the air, and landing with a thump on the floor. Dazed, he stood up yelping, then scurried off into the other room.
"Ha!" Dean said.
Sam was about to say something to his brother, when Dolly returned.
"Here you are young man," she said, "I thought you might like to take some cake home with you as you liked it so much." she handed Sam a cling-filmed empty paper plate.
"Uh, thanks." Sam said, taking the plate. He'd certainly never had an afternoon tea like this before, that was for sure.
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"I can't believe I just had to eat make-believe fairy cake." Sam said as he and Dean got into the Impala, both glad to have finally escaped the house. He quickly tossed the paper plate into the back seat.
"Yeah, well at least you didn't get your leg...violated by that mangy mutt." Dean snapped as he tried to shake off the experience.
"That was pretty funny!" Sam chuckled.
"You are such a bitch bro. Surprised he didn't go for you instead."
Sam ignored the comment, deciding that it was about time that they got back to business. "Anyway, I think we should head over to the library now and find out as much as we can. If Dolly is right about which train is doing all of this, we need to know as much as we can in order to work out how we're gonna stop it."
"Okay." said Dean, now going into serious mode, "Then we'll head back over here when it gets dark and nobodys about so we can check out the road with our gear."
"Sounds like a plan." Sam agreed.
Dean turned his key in the ignition, and they headed back into town, putting Dolly and her bizarre food and beverages behind them.
S U P E R N A T U R A L
It turned out that the library was an extension of the church building, and much to Sam's relief, was equipped with up to date computers loaded with the local history and records. This meant that they could search for everything they needed with the click of a button, sparing them the gruelling task of sifting through individual documents one by one which would eat into their precious time.
He and Dean sat down at one of the computers, and Sam took charge of doing the typing. The first thing that they did a search for, was the Thunder Express. Sure enough, a result came through.
Sam read the text out loud. "Tragedy struck on May 11th 1957, when Texas locomotive no. 5 suffered a boiler explosion which engulfed it in flames. None of the eighty five passengers and crew aboard survived. Local residents of Jasper were left shocked after such a mass loss of life. After a brief investigation, the terrible incident was put down to a sudden change of pressure and temperature in the boiler, although there wasn't enough of the wreckage left to confirm this for certain.
"The steam train, which was better known as the Thunder Express, had been only two miles from it's last stop at the end of the line when the accident occurred. Among those to die, was Alfred Hancock, the train's driver who lived locally, coincidentally on the stretch of track where the incident happened.
"Shortly afterwards, the decision was made to divert the railroad to the next county from the other side of Jasper, and in 1960, the un-used track was removed, including that which ran past Hancock's property where the accident in '57 happened."
"Woah." said Dean, "Eighty five people died. Guess that rules out salting and burning their bones."
"Well that wouldn't be an option anyway," Sam said as he scrolled further down the page, "it says here that most of the bodies were completely destroyed in the fire, so they kinda already got burned."
"Well, how the hell we gonna stop this thing?"
Sam sighed heavily, "I don't know. But something tells me that theres more to this accident. I mean, so far the spirit of the passengers combined with the train, seem to be acting out of vengence, like Steinberg, Hendersen and Bradbury were specifically targeted. Since they were killed, people have driven in and out of town, including us, and nothings happened."
Sam then tried yet another search, this time he typed in the names of the recent victims. Various results came up, showing general records of the men, including some articles about Bradbury's charity events. They even managed to find out that all of the victims were the same age. But one other page caught Sam's attention the most.
Again he read the page aloud. "Local residents attended the funeral of Mark Livingston, who after suffering a long battle with mental illness, took his own life. Paying their respects, were friends Steven Bradbury, Ray Henderson, Larry Steinberg, Adrian Cole and the town's sheriff, Harvey Branscombe, amongst others.
"Livingston had lived alone at his late parents estate here in Jasper, and was found on the evening of September 25th 2001, after neighbours grew concerned and called the sheriffs department when they hadn't seen him for a few days.
"Mr. Livingston was heir to his late fathers fortune when he and his mother died in a tragic car accident in 1998. Mark Livingstone Senior, had run a successful business from his warehouse in town.
"A local history buff, Mark had been particularly interested in the 1957 tragedy, where steam train the Thunder Express, suffered a boiler explosion which killed all those on board."
"Well that's weird. A friend of the victims, who just happened to be interested in the Thunder Express wastin' himself." Dean said.
"Yeah," Sam agreed, "maybe its worth checking up on him some more."
"Another thing, If the Thunder Express did target Steinberg, Hendersen and Bradbury specifically, I mean, why? They must have been like eleven years old in '57. What could little kids have done to piss off spirits this much?"
"There has to be a connection between them. Its just we're not seeing it yet. We're gonna have to dig deeper on this."
"And why now after all these years since the crash?"
"Well," said Sam as he loaded a map of the area from 1957 on the screen, "I remember that Deputy Denholm said that they were doing construction work on the other side of town." He pointed to the area on the map, "The old rail road ran through where they are digging up before it curved around the edge of town towards Dolly's house. All that work must have awoken the spirit somehow."
He typed in another search to see if it brought up any information on the work that was currently being carried out. "Ah, see. Some of the original track was cemented over rather then being took up properly. It must have ran across that road aswell. The construction crew would have had to cut through and probably removed the rest of it as they've been working."
"Okay, that would explain it." said Dean as he eyed the screen.
Dean leaned back in his chair and stretched, as he did this, he tilted his head towards the window. "Well its gettin' dark out, maybe we should head out with the EMF."
"Good idea." said Sam.
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Sam and Dean left the churche's library and set off towards the scene of the killings. Luckily it was so quiet on the road that evening, that they didn't even pass another car.
Dean parked the Impala up just past Dolly's house, and they walked the rest of the short distance, then stopped, where according to the map they'd seen at the library, the rail road track used to be. Dean held the EMF out and paced about slowly to see if it would pick anything up, while Sam looked carefully down at the ground to see if the spirit had left any physical signs. He walked by torchlight for a while across the baron field, then he spotted a couple of tracks on the dry ground. He kneeled to take a closer look.
"Hey Dean!" he yelled, "Come and take a look at this!"
Dean hurried over to join his brother and looked down at the tracks himself, surveying them carefully, "They're the right width for a train. Its like they've been burnt into the ground."
Sam ran a finger over part of one of the tracks, making his finger black.
Suddenly a bright glare of light from the road caught their attention. They looked across to see a car approaching slowly on the road, on it's way out of town. They turned their torches off so that they would hopefully not be seen snooping around, and watched quietly.
The car's headlights suddenly dimmed then started to flicker, and they could hear the engine spluttering. Then the EMF started beeping crazily in Dean's hand.
"That can't be good." said Dean.
Sam leapt up, just as a whistle sounded in the distance. He and Dean automatically looked further across the field where a patch of what looked like mist suddenly started billowing out.
"Dean! Its here! Its gonna kill whoever is in that car!" with that, Sam started running towards the car at top speed whilst Dean ran towards their own car to get their weapons.
As Sam approached the car, he could see that the driver was trying frantically to escape his metal prison, but the doors wouldn't open. Sam tried the door handles himself but they wouldn't budge.
"Cover your face!" Sam shouted, then turned elbowing the window hard, causing the glass to shatter everywhere.
"Help me please!" the frightened man inside begged.
Just then, the whistle sounded again, and Sam could now see the train clearly. It flickered a few times, but grew stronger in its presence the closer it was getting and it was heading straight for them. The ground was rumbling as the train glided across the tracks which once stood under it. They were running out of time.
Sam turned back to face the man in the car, desperately trying to clear the loose glass from the window so that it would be safe for him to pull the man out. Another whistle.
Leaning into the car, Sam grabbed the older man by the arms and started pulling, but he was heavy, making it hard work. "Dean!" he yelled into the night as the desperate struggle to free man from machine continued.
Shots rang out one after the other from Dean's gun, but the rock salt wasn't having any effect on the ghostly train at all, it carried on at full speed towards the car.
Sam heaved with all of his might until he'd managed to get the upper half of the mans trembling body through the window, but just as he was beginning to get somewhere he felt something pull him away.
The next thing he knew, he was tumbling onto the ground a few feet away, Dean still holding onto him as they rolled away in the dirt.
They looked up just in time to see the train hit the car with a force that vibrated through the very air. Everything, including whatever remained of the man inside, was shunted with a great force part way down the invisible track, metal grinding with an ear piercing screech, before it got sent flying into the air. Pieces of the debris sprayed out everywhere, then began showering down hitting the ground with a clatter.
The huge train then flickered wildly, the steam blowing in swirls, while another whistle sounded out. Then finally, the engine and carriages disappeared right in front of their eyes.
Breathlessly, Dean looked at Sam, "Dude, I think we're gonna need a bigger gun."