Hey. I have big plans for this story:'] It will take me a few chapters to get to use them but I thought I'd let you know anyway. This chapter's named after the 70's sitcom for reasons that will become obvious after reading.

Sam found Dean's number in his phone book and pressed dial. The phone rang.

"Yo." Dean answered.

"Hey. It took me a while but I retraced all of the car's previous owners."

"Any of them die bloody?"

"No, in fact-" San cut off. He could hear music and pool in the background. "Dean are you in a bar?"

"...No, I'm in a restaurant."

"Here's your beer." Sam heard in the background.

"... That just happened to have a bar." Dean continued.

"I've been working my ass off here."

"Hey, world's smallest violin pal, I spent the night under a car that kills. I need a drink."

"Actually you didn't."

"Meaning?"

"The car's first owner was a cardiologist in Philadelphia. He drove it until he died in 1972."

"So you're saying..?"

"That Porsche isn't and has never been James Dean's car. It's a fake Little Bastard."

"Then what was it that killed the guy?"

"Good question."

Dean came in an hour later to find Sam watching TV and Lorelai fast asleep on the bed he claimed his. He shook his head in annoyance.

"Ah man, she had to fall asleep on my bed. Why isn't she in her room?"

"She was really tired."

"Yeah, well that bed's mine. She knows that." Dean put an arm under her legs and under her arms holding her like a baby. She stayed asleep until he got to the door when she hit him round the head half consciously.

"You know I hate it when you pick me up." She mumbled.

"You know I hate it when people take the bed I claim." Dean unlocked her room door and dropped her on the bed.

"Oh yeah, drop me, that's fine. So was it James Dean's car?" Her voice was laced with sleep.

"No. It was a fake."

"So how did whatshisname die?"

"That's what we need to find out. Go to sleep. Sorry I woke you up."

"You damn well better be..." She fell back asleep. Dean tucked her covers round her like he used to do for Sam when he was younger and returned to his motel room. Sam was asleep now. Dean prepared himself for another sleepless night.

Lorelai knocked on her brother's door. Dean answered.

"Morning." He looked really rough. He hadn't changed from the night before and he had bags under his eyes.

"Hey. I got breakfast." She held up the bag in her hands.

"Great. I'm starving." Lorelai came in and closed the door behind her. Dean went into the bathroom.

"Hey Sam." Sam was on his laptop as usual. Lorelai put the bag on the table.

"Hey." Sam looked through the bag and helped himself to breakfast. "There's been another murder. I think you could come with. You could pretend to be his niece or something. Are you up for it?"

"Yeah, definitely."

"You have to make sure you act like you don't know us."

"I'm not thick."

"I know you're not." Sam smiled at her.

Sam and Dean left before Lorelai. Lorelai was to arrive around 5-10 minutes after them. She was driving on her way. She stopped at a traffic light and something appeared out of the corner of her eye. She whipped her head round to catch a glimpse of long blonde hair but before she blinked it was gone. Jophiel, she thought. The light turned green and she continued her journey to the crime scene. She got ready to act. There were cop cars and an ambulance on the side of the road along with her brother's beloved Impala. She parked behind it and walked up to a police officer.

"Excuse me." She caught his attention. "What's going on."

"Sorry ma'am, we can't give any information to the public just yet."

"No, no, you don't understand, this is my Uncle Tom's house. Has something happened?"

"You're his niece?"

"Yes. My name is Katie Hill. He's my dad's brother. Please can you tell me what's going on?"

"I'm sorry." He said and shook his head. "Tom Hill is dead."

"What? How?"

"Gunshot."

"Are you tracking down who did it?"

"We are trying to. We can't find the murder weapon or any gun powder. Do you know anyone who might have had a grudge against him?"

"No, I've got no idea. He never really got into any arguments or anything." Lorelai saw Sam and Dean come out of the house. They nodded at her. "I'd better go home and tell Dad."

"I'm sorry for your loss."

"Thanks." Lorelai got into her Dodge Charger and drove back to the motel.

Sam and Dean came back to the motel and went straight to their laptops. Lorelai considered telling them about seeing Jophiel but she knew they'd just worry themselves. She remembered her conversation with Dean and that kind of stress wasn't good for him. You could see it.

"So what's going on then?" Lorelai asked. "I know he was shot but they can't find the murder weapon or gunpowder or even prints. What did you find out?"

"That, and the witness thinks she saw president Lincoln kill him." Sam answered.

"She's schizo right? Or are we going to hunt down the ghost of Lincoln?"

"Choice number two I think." Dean replied. "But I also think there might be more to it."

"Like what?"

"I think it's connected to the Little Bastard case."

"But how?"

"And that is the million dollar question. Wait a second. I knew it."

"What?" Sam and Lorelai asked together. Dean paused the video he was playing and turned round the laptop.

"Am I crazy or does that look like James Dean?" Lorelai looked closely. He was right.

"That looks like James Dean." Sam confirmed.

"So we've got Abraham Lincoln and James Dean? Famous ghosts?" Lorelai asked.

"There's a ton of lore on famous ghosts." Sam informed them. "I'm actually surprised we've never encountered one before."

"Yeah but now we've got two of them? Two extremely pissed off famous ghosts?" Dean asked.

"Yeah, and they appear to be going after their fans. Professor Hill was a Civil War nut. He dug Lincoln."

"And Cal must have been a James Dean freak. He spent 17 years tracking down his car. So you're saying we've go two super famous, super pissed off ghosts killing their super fans?"

"That's what it looks like."

"That is muchos loco." Sam laughed at him. Dean had been looking up Spanish ever since he couldn't speak to the Mexican witness earlier that day and he was still getting it wrong.

"Muy, not muchos." Dean ignored him.

"The big question is, what the hell are they doing here?"

"Yeah. Ghosts usually haunt the places they lived, right?" Lorelai asked. Sam nodded.

They had been researching it all up for hours and Lorelai was beginning to get restless. Dean was too by the looks of it. They both kept looking over to the TV. Eventually Dean got up and began to walk over to it but Lorelai shot up and jumped over the couch to get the remote before Dean could get a chance to. Dean raised an eyebrow at her.

"I'm not watching the crap you usually pick." She explained.

"Oh yeah, and yours is much better?"

"Hey, you wanna pick then come get the remote off me."

"Challenge accepted." Dean wrestled her to the floor, being careful not to hurt her too badly. Lorelai still managed to keep the remote out of reach. She hid it under the sofa whilst he couldn't see. Lorelai managed to switch the positions over and pinned him down to the floor. They were both laughing.

"Touché." Dean said. "Fine, you get to pick. But just so you know I was going easy on you."

"I hope to God you were. If you were that easy to pin down on hunts it's shocking you haven't died more often."

"You gotta be kidding me." Came Sam's voice from the table. Dean and Lorelai got up off the floor.

"What?" Dean asked. They looked at Sam's laptop. He had a website up. The website was for Canton wax museum.

"You gotta be kidding me." Lorelai said.

The Winchesters looked around the dull wax museum. Dean stopped at a wax figure of Gandhi.

"Dude, he's short." He said.

"Hey." Sam said, defending him. "Gandhi was a great man."

"Yeah for a smurf." Lorelai laughed. Sam gave them both the bitch-face.

"Sorry to keep you waiting." A balding man ran over to them. "This is the busiest time of year." Lorelai looked up and down the room. There was nobody else there. Dean had obviously spotted this too.

"This is busy?" He asked.

"Well, not right now but it's early."

"It's 4:30." Dean pointed out. The museum owner ignored him.

"So, what can I do for you?" He asked them.

"Well, we are writing a piece for Travel Magazine." Sam said to him.

"Yeah, on how totally non-sucky wax museums are." Dean explained.

"That's fantastic. A little press is exactly what we need."

"Great." Sam said. "We're interested in a few exhibits. Specifically Abraham Lincoln and James Dean."

"Two of our most popular displays."

"Oh yeah? So they bring in a lot of visitors?"

"We have our regulars."

"I don't suppose that Tom Hill and Cal Hopkins were regulars were they?" Dean asked him.

"Yeah, as a matter of fact they were. I heard what happened to them. It's tragic, just tragic. That's not gonna be in the article is it?"

"No, no of course not." Sam replied.

"You know, I've gotta tell you, that Lincoln is so lifelike." Dean said, indicating the figure in front of them. "I mean, you know, you can just imagine him moving around. You ever see anything like that?"

"Uh, no." The museum owner looked confused.

"Well, is there anything you can think of that would make your museum unusual? You know, for the article?" Sam asked.

"I'll say. There isn't another place like us anywhere."

"How so?" Dean asked.

"Well for one," He indicated at the Lincoln sculpture in front of him. "that's Honest Abe's real hat."

"It is?" Sam asked.

"Almost like his remains." Dean pointed out. Lorelai shook her head at him. He was really confusing the museum owner.

"I guess." He said.

"You wouldn't happen to have any of James Dean's personal effects?" Sam asked.

"Yeah, got his keychain. I got a bunch of stuff. Gandhi's bifocals, FDR's iron lung, this." He indicated his jacket.

"And who did that belong to?" Sam asked.

"The Fonz." He put his thumbs up. "Seasons two through four."

"Eyyyyy." Lorelai interjected. Dean smirked.

"Wow, that's really cool-ish." Sam said.

"This? This is nothing. I've been working on a new collection of figures. Stuff that will really wow the kids." He nodded at Lorelai.

"The kids?" Dean asked.

"Yeah, Gen Y. Computer games, cell phones, sexting, they're just fads. I'm gonna make wax museums hip again." He put his thumbs up again. Sam put his thumbs up too and Lorelai and Dean laughed. They said goodbye and left the museum.

"So, we're staking out the wax museum tonight?" Lorelai asked her brothers.

"Yeah. And this time you're coming along." Dean said. Lorelai smiled.

"Happy Days."