The three cleaned up Nessie's body as much as they could and wiped their fingerprints clean. Carena placed an anonymous call to the cops and both cars drove off east.

The next day, news of Nessie had spread like crazy and the cars were out in full force on Main Street. Sam blinked himself awake to the sounds of roaring engines, persistent honking and angry yells.

"What's going on?" He asked as Dean came back inside.

"Car guys are pissed. They're demanding the cops release full reports on all the bodies and any and all leads on the case. They've completely taken over downtown. Classics as far as the eye can see."

"Any sign of Carena?" Sam asked, worrying about how she'd react.

"None. I just jogged down 6blocks," Dean shook his head.

Sam rubbed his head, he knew how emotional Carena was and she wanted to go back to were everything had started. He had wished she would wait, but it seemed it wasn't the case.

"Where's her house?" He asked.

"588 Briar Moor," Dean said, "Lets go."

The boys dressed and hustled out the door. Sam stared in shock at the number of classic cars blocking the road and the people screaming in anger.

"Sammy," Dean shouted, Sam shook his head and got in the car.

They drove down a side street and towards the freeway. At a stop, the Chevelle sounded it's purr, pulling to a stop next to the boys.

"Going somewhere?" Carena asked.

"Ya, to find you," Dean shouted across the noise of the two cars.

"Follow me," She yelled, turning the car to go under the freeway. The boys shared a look and followed.

The three drove their cars, off the main roads and onto a dirt road. The two classics climbed upwards on the side of a mountain and Carena threw her car in park and turned off the engine. The car grumbled and popped, shuddering as Carena stepped out.

"Where are we?" Dean asked.

"We're in the Canyons," Carena explained. This is where they all start. One is Mullholland, another Potrero. There's Switchback and finally The Devil's Ex."

"Where your dad died," Sam said.

Carena held the piston necklace in her hand, nodding solemnly.

"You told me that spirits are attached to an object. I've carried this around for protection. My dad, he's a ghost and he can't protect me anymore. But he doesn't deserve to be trashed. He needs to rest. With his car, where he belongs."

"You want to do a pass on The Devil's Ex?" Dean asked, "Too dangerous. No."

"I'm not here to do the pass Dean," She corrected, "I'm here to show you where to toss my necklace. Also for you two to know where I want to end up."

"End up?" Sam questioned, "No Carena you're not dying."
"Not yet," She agreed, "Hopefully not for a while, but I will. Possibly soon."
"Don't do anything stupid-" Dean began.

"I'm summoning the bastard," Carena snapped, "I'm summoning him and I'm going to kill him and me. Together. A demon can't get out of the trap and if I can get control for a second."

"You can't take hold over a demon," Sam insisted, "They possess you. Once they're in, they're in!"

"But no one has abilities like me," She smirked, "I have visions and telekinesis. I can kill the bastard."

"You can't guarantee that," Dean said darkly, "What happens if this is exactly what the demons want? You open to their control?"

"That's why you'll shoot me first," Carena said.

The silence was so still, you could hear a pin drop.

"What?"
"No."

"It's the only way!" Carena argued, "You saw downtown! They even found another body this morning! The only one that's not missing is Ricky and I bet that the demon is holed up in him. Jon, Nessie, everyone I know and love and care about is dead! 8 of my friends and family! Not to mention my dad, my mom, your mo and who knows how many others!"

"That doesn't mean you have to die!" Dean roared.

"Their blood is on my hands!" Carena shrieked, "I was given a choice and I refused. 8 people over the last year have been killed for it. I watched Nessie bleed out and have her neck snapped last night!"

Sam looked down a Dean fumed. He could understand Carena's frustration. He could also understand that no one could overpower a possession. How could she expect him and Dean to kill her to maybe get a shot at the monster?

Even if they could manage to shoot her, the demon could still flee to another host.

"It doesn't matter what you think or say," Carena growled, "I made a decision and they know it."

"They know?" Dean asked angrily, "How the hell do they know?"
"They have pies. All over the place. I left a few notes. I'm going home tonight. At midnight, I'll have a trap and the demon."

"We can't let you go through with this," Dean shook his head, "There has to be another way."

"What other way?" Carena snarled, "Wait for another innocent person to be taken? Dragged through hell by demons only to end up dead?"

"You don't even know if you can kill a demon," Sam reminded her, "Why don't we exorcise it and send it back to hell?"

"Because it will get free!" She shouted, "It will crawl back out and hunt us all down! Don't forget Sam, you're a target too!"

"Then let it come after me?" Sam said, "I get what you want to do, but you don't have to die."
"And you do?" Dean snarled, "No!"

"What other option do you see Dean?" Sam asked frustrated.

The entire conversation only had one ending, sacrifice, one big sacrifice. Sam couldn't become what Carena had seen in her visions. A general of an army of monsters. He couldn't live with the guilt. Even if it hadn't happened, he couldn't allow it. He always knew though, that he was different. But maybe he could end this before it began. If he died, there could be no leader and no army.

"You can't," Carena shook her head, "Your abilities haven't kicked in. have they?"

"No," Sam shook his head, ignoring his dreams of Jess on fire.

"Then you can't. Unless Dean here has become a demon spawn like us."

"Neither of you are demon spawn!" Dean snapped, "You're weird and Sammy's normal. Hell I'm still hungover, but nobody is demon spawn!"

"I'm done with this," Carena rolled her eyes, "I'm going to finish this. For everyone. No one kills my family and gets away with it."
She climbed in her car and drove off in a haze of dust and anger.

Dean looked at Sam sadly.

No, his brother was too good of a saint to be some monster. Carena and him didn't hare the same destiny. He patted Sam on the shoulder, climbing into Baby. He wasn't going to allow Carena to kill herself. Martyrdom wasn't acceptable.

As they drove back int Ventura, he eyed the clunky cell phone on the seat. He could try again, he had tried twice last night to call his dad, but the message was the same. Disconnected.

With no better options, the boys returned to the motel room and Sam punched the wall.

"I can't do this," He shook his head, "I can't."

"Don't worry dude, we'll find another way. We always do," Dean said, biting his lip.

"You're lying," Sam said sharply.

"Give me a little credit here, I try."

"Dad still hasn't called back?"

"No."

"He knows what were hunting might be what killed mom?"

"Said it twice in the first voicemail," Dean sighed.

"I don't like this," Sam growled, "Ghosts are killed when you burn bones, shapeshifters have silver bullets and vampires by beheading."

"So?" Dan asked.

"Why is it that every evil supernatural crap can be killed completely except demons?" Sam asked, "Everything has a weakness except them."

"I don't know," Dean shrugged, "You can exorcise them. That's as good as dead."

"No cause they can come back," Sam corrected.

"Look man how about you look in the library again and I'll take another round through Dad's journal? This demon is playing games but games can be beat. We'll beat this sonovabitch."

Sam didn't lie the prospect but relented.

"Keys?" He asked.

"Pft no," Dean shook his head, "You can walk."

"It's 5 blocks," Sam protested.
"You spent almost 3 years out of the game Sammy, you need to get your cardio work back in." Dean snickered.

"Jerk."

"Bitch."