"A '74 Marquis?" echoed Dean, a tiny hint of interest seeping into his voice, "I might. Why?"

Steve grinned. "I'll show you. Let's get you settled inside first." He led his visitors inside. He heard Sam whistle softly behind him.

"Nice place," commented the younger man, moving further into the living room.

"Yeah, complete with bullet holes," Dean added, quizzically eyeing McGarrett while fingering several holes in one wall his keen gaze had spied.

Steve shrugged, though a shadow passed behind his eyes. "There was a shoot out here a while back. I've been making the repairs myself when I can but I've been too busy to get to that wall yet." Turning, he pointed to the stairs. "There're a couple of extra bedrooms upstairs to the right. Feel free to pick whichever ones you want."

While the brothers moved upstairs to drop off their duffels, Steve made a quick call to his partner. "Hey, Danno."

"Are your ghostbusters here?"

"Yeah, just picked them up at the airport and brought 'em home."

"Home? What—a hotel wasn't good enough for them?"

"I figured it would be easier."

"For the record, you know I think this is crazy, right?"

"I know. You've told me so—numerous times."

"I mean, seriously. These guys hunt ghosts and monsters for a living? They gotta be running an epic scam!"

Before Danny could gain a full head of steam, Steve interrupted, "Look, Danno, for the record I'm still a little skeptical myself. But…something tells me this is the right thing to do."

"Fine. Whatever. When do you want us there?"

"Wrap up what you're doing and head on over. Maybe grab a couple of pizzas on the way. And more beer."

"Got it. We'll be there in a little while."

McGarrett hung up and turned around just as the Winchesters descended the stairs. Shoving the phone into a pocket on his cargo pants, he said, "The rest of my team will be here soon."

Dean clapped his hands together. "Great!" he said with false enthusiasm. Then in a tone much more genuine, he said, "Now what about this Marquis?"

Steve led the two brothers to the garage. After flipping on the light, the Commander pulled the cover off car. "Like the house, this was my dad's. I've been restoring her."

Dean whistled appreciatively. He ran his hands reverently over the black paint. "Sammy, will you look at this? She's almost as nice as my baby!"

Sam couldn't help but roll his eyes at his brother's reaction, especially when he saw the same glow light up Steve McGarrett's face.

Dean's gaze left the car, focusing on Steve. "She run?"

McGarrett sighed. "Not quite. Danny and I had her out on the road not long ago, but she died on us. Had to have her towed back. Been having trouble getting the right parts for her."

"Just don't know the right people."

"Guess not."

"Well, you do now."

"I do? You mean you guys?"

"Nope. Bobby Singer."

TBC…