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Sammysgurl: Yep. Well, I can't give away all my secrets. Thanks. Here's more. Good. I'm doing my job.

Chocolate rules (ch 7, 8): Easy. While I may rough up the Impala a little, I would never permanently damage it. So retract the homage to a loss. Nope. They were all unconscious, so it was fairly easy for him.

Pizzapixie: New reviewer. Yay. Ooooh. Sorry. Here's the update. Sorry it's not soon enough.

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Leahblueeyes: Thanks. I know! Vampires! John Winchester!

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Arwennicole: Yep. Thanks. Here's the update. Sorry it's not soon enough. Yep. I did.

Chocco2: New reviewer. Awesome. Thanks. Here's more. Sorry it's not soon enough.

Spuffyshipper: Yeah, I thought so. Thanks. Here's an update. Sorry it's not soon enough.

Deana-Samantha: New reviewers. Cool. Cute handle. Here's an update. Sorry it's not soon enough. Thanks. I will.

Maraudersever: Yep. Doesn't everybody? Thanks. Yeah, I'm gonna rectify that.

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IheartPadalecki: That's okay. You've got a life. Thanks. That's okay. I'm like that too. Yes, he does.

DISCLAIMER

Supernatural belongs to the WB, which will soon be the CW. Anything you don't recognize is mine. Although I'm taking administrative justice classes and I watch CSI, I'm not quite sure how to do the CSI processing, so please bear with me.

Meanwhile, a squad of police cars were on the road, trying to determine what happened. One of the officers took a lot at the Impala, which surprisingly didn't have too much damage. There was just a large scratch along the side.

"What happened here?" another officer asked.

"Witnesses say that they saw a dark green sedan follow this car and then ram it off the road," the first officer answered.

"They say what happened to the occupants?" the second officer queried.

"They didn't see," came the response.

"Great. Just great," an officer groaned. "Okay. Well, get CSI out here so we get prints off the car," he continued.

"Yes, Sir," an officer answered and went to do what he was told. Minutes later, the crime scene guys came out looked around. One of the guys noted the tread of the sedan, and a girl took paint samples from the Impala.

"Get this to the lab," she said to a uniform. The officer nodded and went to do what they had been told. One of the officer's radio crackled.

"Yeah?" he asked.

"Deputy Soul hasn't been in today. Do you have a twenty on him?" the dispatcher queried.

"Uh, that's a negative," the officer replied.

"Could you check with the other officers?" the dispatcher requested.

"Yeah, sure," the officer answered. "Hey! Anyone seen Mickey today?" he yelled.

"No!" almost everyone else responded. The officer looked to the girl who hadn't answered.

"Christy, you seen 'im?" he asked.

"Man, do I look like GPS to you?" Christy responded.

"A simple 'no' would've sufficed," the man grumbled. His friend shook his head and the officers continued processing the scene.

AUTHOR'S NOTE

I know the last few chaps in this fic and "Helping The Hunters" have been incredibly short, which I apologize for. I'll try to make them longer.