This will have several parts…

Betsy

John was beyond upset at his eldest son. Once he had come upon the realization as to what might be happening he had to stop him before it was too late. He wasn't sure if it was better to take Sam or leave him behind. No he had to come, John needed all the help he could get and what are brothers for if not save each other.

***Three weeks earlier***

"That is one beauty of a car," Dean whistled as he stared at the blue Camaro.

"Ain't she though," Casey said. "I was supposed to buy her but my dad said she needed too much work."

"Not that much," Dean said as he looked at the car thinking that he and John could whip this baby into shape in a month or less.

"Well my dad said there's a history to her too; something about a lot of deaths of past owners, but who knows the actual story."

Dean scrunched up his face and memorized the phone number on the placard in the window. "What kind of history I mean it is just a car after all?"

"I'm not sure something about being cursed, a death here and there, I never got details."

Dean couldn't take his eyes of the fine machine as he circled around her taking in every detail. How cursed could it be, it was a car for goodness sake. It was official the young hunter was blinded by beauty.

Later***

"But Dad come on the price is more than right and it's time for a second vehicle. I mean you are on the road and we are stuck without wheels and I for one am quite unhappy with the prospect riding the damn school bus," Dean stated.

"I told you Dean one day when I feel we are all ready and if I feel you deserve it you will get the Impala. I am far from ready from trusting you with your own vehicle when I am not around."

Dean opened his mouth to say something but John quickly rose his hand to stop him. "No Dean we are not buying that car. How would we fix it up, we have no tools, no parts and no place to work on it, oh and very little time. Not another word about it," John said as he went back to cleaning the kitchen.

Dean sighed he wasn't surprised but was still frustrated at the answer. He just couldn't get that silhouette out his mind, the sleek lines the pure metallic beauty. Behind the Impala it was his dream car.

"Check it out man," Casey said that Monday morning. "I guess the school took up the offer and landed that car," he said waving Dean towards the garage at the school. "Ta da, our new project," he gleamed.

"No freaken' way," Dean whooped. "This is amazing."

"Guess the school doesn't care about any curse. Mr. Taggert says we'll fix it up and then sell it. He thinks it won't take but a few weeks and we should make a tidy prophet for the program."

Dean could barely hear his friend as he allowed his hand to drag across the exterior as he wound his way around the 1969 Camaro. It was as if this car was calling to him.

John was in and out, mostly out working on a hunt while Sam was getting cranky at his absence but Dean, Dean was full on involved in auto shop and fixing up that thing of beauty he had become so enamored with. He had even come up with a name for her.

"Are you going to be home when I get here or are you going to be spending the afternoon with Betsy again?" Sam wanted to know one morning.

"Look we are on a timeline and I want to get her done," Dean explained tossing an apple into a bag for Sam's lunch.

"You can't get any better than an A Dean, at least that's what you are always telling me."

"We'll see," Dean promised.

"Well then I'll see you whenever cause when Dad says that it means no," Sam answered grabbing his lunch and shaking his head as he walked out the door.

Dean was more than antsy as he waited for his auto mechanics class which was his last of the day. It worked out for the best though since he just stayed there and continued to work until Mr. Taggert threw him out. He had never felt so focused and enthralled with anything in his life not even hunting and he couldn't explain why. He had always loved cars since the first time John had taken him to the garage when he was a toddler but there was something here that went well beyond that. This car was all he could ever think about, more than any girl, more than any hunt and that was really beginning to scare Sam.

"Hey kiddo where's your brother?" John asked as walked in early Saturday morning after driving for the last several hours to get home.

Sam chewed his Cocoa Puffs and shrugged, "probably at the school."

"School, doing what?" John asked nearly falling over knowing his eldest wasn't wildly fond of the academic arena.

"Auto shop, he's with Betsy," Sam said humorously.

"Oh now a girl makes more sense."

"No Dad not a girl, Betsy is a car. They are working on it as a project and Dean is in love. He is there all the time."

"Well maybe it will take is mind off that project he wanted us to work on then," John smiled as he headed to the shower.

Dean stood and admired the engine that was very near completion. He wiped his hands on the rag not wanting to leave but Mr. Taggert was clearing his throat as he straightened his pile of papers one more time. He was thrilled the new boy was such a hard worker and was literally pouring his soul into this project but he seemed to spend every spare moment working on that car and it was beginning to deprive the other students of their fair share of the labor and learning experience.

"Okay Dean time to pack it up and I think on Monday I'm going to have you work on rebuilding the transmission that I just picked up."

"But Mr. Taggert I…"

"You have worked very hard on that car and now it is time to share her with somebody else. I'm just asking for a day or two okay?" he said as he walked past the car. It was weird and he definitely denied it, but for a moment it seemed as if the car gave him a dirty look.

As badly as John wanted to sit down and spend some time with Sammy the fatigue was winning and he knew he couldn't keep it at bay any longer. He wasn't as young as he used to be and the all night drives were getting tough. He bid is youngest goodnight with promises of eating out for dinner that night and crashed into bed finding sleep before his body was completely settled.

Sam decided to grab a book and read for a bit when there was a knock at the door. He opened it to see a boy around Dean's age standing there. "Hey my names Casey, is Dean here?"

"No he's at the school working on a car," Sam said realizing he shouldn't have volunteered so much information.

"You're kidding, now he is in there on the weekends too? Man he never lets anybody else have any time with that car and he gets mad when he sees what the other classes have done. It's almost like he wants to rip out their work and redo it."

"I've never seen him want to be at school for the minimal time and now he is there before and after school and on the weekends," Sam said joining in on the exasperation.

"I know he wanted to buy it himself something about fixing it up with his dad so I guess it is just carried over from that. The school did get a good deal on it, but I don't like even being around the car."

"How come?" Sam asked his curiosity piquing.

"He didn't tell you? The car is supposedly cursed, if you believe in such things."

"And you do?"

"Well not officially, but it just gives me the creeps," Casey admitted. "Okay well tell Dean I was looking for him and I'll hook up with at school on Monday."

Sam closed the door his mind whirring as it so often did at the hint of anything the least bit off. He ran into their shared bedroom and began to rifle through Dean's stuff. He finally came upon a notebook that held sketch's of a car with writing all around it. After searching the page he copied the information into his own notes: 1969 Chevy Camaro, blue exterior, cursed? Betsy.

"So you're in love with Betsy but it's a cursed '69 Camaro," Sam said quietly. He then left a note for his dad that he was going to research a project at the library.

Dean came home having missed Sam by mere minutes and went to lay down after peeking in on John and quickly realized his stuff wasn't in the exact state he had left it. What was Sam doing or was it John and why.

Sam pushed his bangs away from his eyes again as came upon the realization that his dad had given him money and the instructions to get his haircut while he was away. Well it was officially too late for that, but maybe he could get it trimmed on the way home. He hadn't had a true cut in years, he liked his hair long or floppy as Dean called it. The brothers were so different in so many ways and Sam liked it that way, he wanted to be an individual not a carbon copy of his big brother. He often overheard John marvel at how different his boys were and that suited Sam just fine especially now that Dean was acting so weird. Maybe he wasn't the best at a lot things that Dean liked but he was a better researcher and he was going to get to the bottom of this cursed car if it took weeks at the library after school. Dean was different and it was a bad different and Sam wasn't going to lose his brother like he lost his mother.

He finally found the beginning of his long road of discovery concerning the car. The youngest Winchester had found the internet to be invaluable in his quest for knowledge. He couldn't be sure but his money was on the fact that the car that his brother was restoring was in fact the one that was suspected in two deaths.

Sam scanned the newspaper article that stated there had been a hit and run where a woman was killed not far from the school. She apparently been walking along the side of the road when a car that was said to be blue and a sports car came around the curve much too fast and hit the woman tossing her up in the air according to a witness. The car then sped off. There had been suspects but by the time they located the prime suspect all evidence was long gone. The owner of the vehicle was a well known trouble maker who received the car as a gift for his 16th birthday; he was also known to partake in substances that can make one a bit uncoordinated behind the wheel. Sam had no doubt what was going on, the kid hit the woman and covered it up and the police were powerless. He wondered if the kid who was now well into adulthood was still around but upon more poking around he discovered his answer.

Joshua Keeler was found dead crushed beneath his car. His father had gone out to check on him in the garage after he heard a crash when he discovered the accident. He was pronounced dead at the scene. Keeler's car was suspected in the death of a local woman the year before but nothing was ever proven.

Sam was beginning to see a pattern a pattern that he didn't like. Dean's teachers were saying they were seeing a pattern they didn't like as well; he had been doing poorly in every subject but auto shop. His grades had plummeted and he was getting quite the attitude even more so than usual. So that next Monday John was waiting for Dean to come home and was wondering what was taking so damn long as Sam had been home for hours.

"I told you Dad, he stays after to work on that car," Sam explained putting his pencil in the middle of his math book.

John was ashamed that he had forgotten and had to ask but he did anyway, "what car Sammy?"

"Betsy the 1969 Camaro, you know the one he wanted you to buy but then the school bought it and he thinks it is his own personal project. He barely lets anybody else near it," Sam finished debating about what he wanted to say next.

"Dad, I think it's evil."

"What," John began but before he could say anything else the door flew open revealing Dean. "About time dude, I've been waiting forever here."

"Like we don't spend most of our lives waiting on you to come stumbling in," Dean said blowing right past his father.

As the boys grew John had relaxed just a bit on snarky comments but had never allowed his kids to be brats or disrespectful to adults and Dean had just crossed that line. "Come back here boy!" John yelled.

Dean appeared looking put out and bored at the same time.

"I want an apology right now young man, you will not talk to me like that."

Dean rolled his eyes shoved his hands deep in his jacket pockets and mumbled sorry and began to leave the room again.

"Stop right there, sit down," John pointed to the couch.

Dean looked like he would rather be anywhere but there. He folded his arms tightly and stared at the floor.

"Sam go outside and get some fresh air," John ordered. He then turned his attention back to his eldest. "What the hell is going on, you are being rude in school not getting your work done and now you come here and talk to me like that?"

Dean's face remained stoic and impassive he then shrugged his shoulders. "I told you to buy me that car but you wouldn't and now I have to spend my time at school fixing her up, it's your fault."

John was trying as hard as he could not to get up and slap his son into next week. Instead he took a deep breath stretched his neck and counted to ten. He cleared his throat and was ready to start talking when Dean got up. John couldn't believe his eyes; never had Dean acted this way.

"Okay then no more Mr. Nice guy, sit down now!" John demanded.

Dean just looked slightly annoyed but it did stop him in his tracks where John shoved him back down on the couch. "Listen here punk; I've had more than enough of this crap. I want you in your room the rest of the night, I want you to go to school tomorrow and make some serious strides in getting your grades up in all your classes and I want you home right after school. Am I clear?"

"Crystal," Dean said with piercing eyes.

So it was a mystery to John why the next day Dean was nowhere to be found. "Sam did you see him on the way home?"

"No sir, I bet he is at the shop working on the car."

"But I told him not to," John said absolutely perplexed.

"I told you he's different, he doesn't care about anything but that car and I think I know why," Sam said grabbing what he had found out at the library.

John read Sam's findings and was immediately concerned. He praised Sam for his work and then took off to the school. He looked through the window to see Dean leaning over the engine and the teacher grading papers in the corner. It took all of John's will but he turned and walked back to the Impala and drove straight to the library.

John being the season hunter/researcher that he was closed the library and his efforts were well rewarded. He like Sam was becoming an ace at navigating the internet and putting that together with his other skills he had all he needed to know about his current situation. He climbed into the Impala and sighed trying to get all of his random thoughts in a row so he could talk to Dean when he got home.