Chapter Two – Route 666
Cape Girardeau, Missouri
"Okay, so I think I found a way so we can bypass that construction, just east of there-"
"I'm bored." Harry said, lying on his back in the back of the Impala.
"You wanted to come." Sam stated, looking at him through the mirror.
Harry shrugged then looked out the window to Dean, "Who's he talking to?"
"Not a clue." Harry and Sam watched as Dean hung up the phone and walked back to the car.
"Change of plan. We're not going to Pennsylvania."
"We what?" Harry asked, looking over at Sam questioningly.
"How come?" Sam asked after looking at Harry and shrugging.
"Just got a call from, uh, an old friend. Her father was killed last night, she thinks it might be our kind of thing." Dean said with a shrug.
"Harry propped himself up on his elbow and looked at Dean. "So you're going to delay things so that you can get laid?"
"No! Look, believe me, she never would've called, never, if she didn't need us." Dean said as he climbed into the car, glaring at Harry and avoiding Sam's knowing stare.
"By old friend, you mean...?"
"He means fuck buddy." Harry stated bluntly, with a grin. Dean glared at him through the mirror.
"By old friend I mean a friend that isn't new." Sam chuckled as Harry giggled in the back seat.
"Yeah thanks. So her name's cassie, huh? You never mentioned her."
"Didn't I?" Dean asked hesitantly.
"Hehe, I sense a disruption within team Winchester."
"Shut up! And no. You didn't." Sam said, turning in his seat to face Dean better.
"Well yeah, we went out." Dean admitted, clenching his teeth when Harry sniggered.
"Told you so."
"You mean you dated someone? For more than one night?" Sam asked, ignoring Harry in the back.
"Do you have to give him more ammunition?" Dean whined, much to Harry's amusement.
"You dated her?"
"Yes! Dad and I were working on a job in Athens, Ohio, she was finishing up college, and went out for a couple weeks."
"Wow. Weeks."
"You know, you really aren't helping." Sam pointed out, turning to face Harry, before turning back to Dean. "Look it's terrible about her dad, but it sounds like a standard car accident. I'm not seeing how it fits with what we do. Which, by the way, how does she know what we do?" Sam asked, piercing Dean with narrowed eyes.
"I think someone told!!" Harry said in a sing-song voice.
"Shut up!"
"You told her. You told her? The secret our big family rule number one, we do what we do, and we shut up about it. For a year and a half I do nothing but lie to Jessica, and you go out with this chick in Ohio a couple of times and you tell her everything?"
"Tsk, tsk Dean." Harry said with a grin.
"Dean!"
"What? You invited him along." Dean said, jabbing a thumb behind him at Harry.
"Hey! I'm hardly going to go out and tell everyone this big family secret!" Harry exclaimed sitting up.
"No one but us can see you!" Dean exclaimed, clutching the steering wheel.
"Leave him alone Dean." Sam said with a sigh.
"Yeah! Leave me alone Dean!"
--
After much bickering in the car, they eventually made their way to the newsroom in which Cassie worked, walking through the throngs of people, following Dean as he searched out for the girl they had come to help.
"Do you have any idea who we're looking for?"
"No, and stop talking to me, I don't want people to think I'm insane."
"Why would they think you are insane?"
"Because I'm talking to thin air!" Sam hissed, glaring at Harry when he giggled and then skipped ahead of him, pulling faces at the people he passed. "Great, a Reaper who skips and generally acts like a five year old. Only to us, would this happen." Sam muttered to himself, before moving after the insane Reaper and Dean.
"Hey Cassie." Sam walked over to where Dean was standing next to a young woman in an awkward silence, Sam smiled at the two, ignoring the maniacal laughter coming from Harry. "This is my brother, Sam. I'm sorry about your dad."
"Yeah, me, too." Cassie said sadly, staring at Dean. Not realising Harry was now leaning heavily on Sam, helpless with laughter.
"Oh the awkwardness! You so know she dumped him." Harry exclaimed, through laughter. Sam bit his lip to stop laughing.
--
The four of them (well three and a Reaper) went back to Cassie's house later that night to discuss what happened. They went to the kitchen and sat around the table, Cassie making tea for both Sam and Dean.
"When she's not looking, can I drink yours?" Harry asked, sitting down next to Sam and looking put out that Cassie couldn't see him.
Sam sighed and nudged his cup towards Harry, who smiled and sniffed the contents of the cup.
"I haven't had tea for so long." Harry said, sadly, making both Dean and Sam look at him before turning their attention back to Cassie who started to talk.
"My mother's in pretty bad shape. I've been staying with her. I wish she would walk by herself, she's been so nervous and frightened. She was worried about Dad." Cassie said, grabbing her own mug and sitting opposite the brothers at the table.
"Why?"
"He was scared. He was seeing things." Cassie said, looking into her mug.
"Like what?"
"He swore he saw an awful-looking black truck following him."
"A truck? Who was the driver?" Sam asked, ignoring Harry as he dipped his fingers in the tea and then sucked them.
"What? I've got to drink it somehow without her noticing. Looks like you've got a phantom or something by the way. Or her dad was a crazy person."
"He didn't talk about a driver. Just a truck. He said it would appear and disappear. And in the accident, Dad's truck was dented. Like it had been slammed into, by something big."
"Yup, phantom. Saw something like this once. Couple of years back. I took their soul." Harry added as an after thought.
"Now, you're sure this dent wasn't there before?" Sam asked, ignoring Harry who was rambling to himself over where he saw this happen.
"Minnesota or Massachusetts. It began with an 'm'. Maybe."
"He sold cars. Always drove a new one. I mean, there wasn't a scratch on that thing. It had rained hard that night, there was mud everywhere. The was a distinct set of muddy tracks from Dad's car, leading right to the edge. Where he went over. One set of tracks. His." Cassie said, crying softly over her tea.
"Comfort her, you miserable sod." Harry said, leaning behind Sam to poke Dean.
"And the first person killed was a friend of your fathers?" Dean asked, glaring at Harry and then turning back to face Cassie.
"Oh yes. Excellent way of comforting her." Sam nudged Harry under the table in warning, making the Reaper sigh and dip his fingers back in the tea and suck them.
"Best friend. Clayton Solmes. They owned the car dealership together. Same thing. Dent, no tracks. And the cops said exactly what they said about Dad. He lost control of his car."
"Could happen. It was raining after all." Harry pointed out, turning his attention back to Sam's tea.
"Can you think of any reason why your father and his partner might be targets?"
"No."
"Of course she wouldn't. Her father is perfect and virtuous in her eyes." Harry snorted, sulking when Sam took his tea back in punishment.
"And you think this vanishing truck ran him off the road?" Sam asked looking up at Cassie, taking his attention off of Harry who took the opportunity to dip his fingers back in the tea. Dean noticed and rolled his eyes.
"When you say it aloud like that. Listen, I'm a little sceptical about this... Ghost stuff, or whatever it is you guys are into."
"Yeah, into." Harry said sniggering, muffling it slightly when Sam glanced at him out the corner of his eye.
"Sceptical. Yeah, if I remember, I think you said it was nuts." Dean said, chuckling.
"Ooh, I sense a story." Harry said, standing up and stretching before wandering over to stand behind Dean.
"That was then."
"Yep, definite story." Harry said, leaning over Dean and rest on his shoulders. Dean stayed still so he didn't look too insane over jumping for no reason and then pummelling thin air.
"Mm." Dean said coldly. Sam glanced over at Cassie sympathetically.
"I just know that I can't explain what happened up there, so I called you." A woman walked into the room, making everyone look up, and Harry unwrap himself from around Dean's shoulders, much to the hunters relief. "Mom! Where have you been, I was so-"
"Oh. I had no idea you'd invited friends over." Cassie's mum said, walking over to Cassie.
"Uh, Mom, this is Dean, a friend of mine from... college. And his brother, Sam." Cassie said vaguely, making Harry chuckle and then walk back to stand next to Sam.
"Well, uh, I won't interrupt you." Cassie's mother turned and started to leave the room before Dean stopped her.
"Mrs Robinson. We're sorry for your loss. And we'd like to talk to you for a minute, if you don't mind."
"I'm really not up to that just now." Mrs Robinson said coldly before turning back around and walking out of the room.
"Ah Dean, such a mother's man."
--
The next day, there was another accident, another of Cassie's father's friends killed in a seeming accidental car crash. Sam, Dean and Harry went to the scene of the crash, meeting Cassie there as she talked to the Mayor.
"Did the cops check for additional denting on Jimmy's car? See if it was pushed?" Dean asked, ignoring Harry as he walked over to the car to get a better look. Sam watched Harry walk off and stood next to Dean.
"Who's this?" The mayor asked, looking at Sam and Dean suspiciously.
"Dean and Sam Winchester. Family friends. This is Mayor Harold Todd." Cassie said to Sam and Dean.
"So, one set of tire tracks. One. Doesn't point to foul play." The Mayor, Harold said. Dean glanced at him and then looked at the tracks leading from the car.
"Mayor, the police and town officials take their cues from you. If you're indifferent about-"
"Indifferent?" Harold asked, making Cassie sneer at him
"Would you close the road if the victims were white?" Cassie asked cruelly.
Harold looked at her, offended. "You're suggesting I'm racist, Cassie? I'm the last person you should talk to like that."
"Why is that?"
"Why don't you ask your mother?" Harold said, before walking away, leaving a hurt looking Cassie behind.
--
Later the three hunters went back to their motel room to change into suits. Well Sam and Dean changed into suits. Sam just sat on one of the beds and watched.
"I'll say this for her, she's fearless."
"Pfft, that's not hard. Anyone can insult someone higher than them when angry enough." Harry said, waving a hand dismissively.
"Mmhmm." Dean agreed, though with whom, Sam and Harry couldn't place.
"I bet she kicked your ass a couple of times." Sam said with a grin. Dean glared at him, making Sam smile even wider at him. "What's interesting it you guys never really look at each other at the same time. You look at her when she's not looking, she checks you out when you look away. It's just an interesting observation. In a, you know, observationally interesting way."
"He didn't comfort her either. Didn't even consider touching her." Harry pointed out, finding himself on the receiving end of Dean's glare.
"Shut up you. And now that we can talk to you without getting funny looks. Don't touch me! And especially don't hug me! Back on topic though, we have more pressing issues at the moment I think."
"Hey, if I'm hittin' a nerve." Sam said vaguely, making Harry snigger before standing up and helping Sam tie his tie properly.
"The amount of times I've heard you two dress up, I'd think you have a fetish or something. Not that it's a bad thing mind."
"Oh let's go." Dean said with a self-suffering sigh.
--
They made their way to the dock by the lake where they found two men, one African-American and one Caucasian sitting at a table, playing checkers.
"Excuse me, are you Ron Stubbins? You were friends of Jimmy Anderson?" Dean asked when the Caucasian man nodded.
"Who are you?" Ron asked suspiciously.
"We're with Mr. Anderson's insurance company. We're just here to dot some i's and cross some t's." Dean said casually.
"We were wondering, had the deceased mentioned any unusual recent experiences?" Sam asked, opening his notebook.
"Oh yeah sure. These are questions insurance companies ask." Harry said from behind the two brothers.
"What do you mean, unusual?" Ron asked.
"See, he's wondering why you're asking this as well."
"Well, visions, hallucinations." Sam asked, ignoring Harry when he rolled his eyes and walked over to look at the game board.
"Huh, he's losing miserably here."
"It's all part of the medical examination kind of things, all very standard." Dean said, with a warm smile.
"You so want to stick your tongue out at me, don't you?"
"What company did you say you were with?" Ron asked, standing up from the table to face them properly.
"Heh, can I stick my tongue out at you now? He's a sharp one, you've got to admit."
"All National Mutual." Dean said, partially pulling an envelope out of the inside pocket of his jacket, then putting it back. The other man at the table looked over curiously. "Tell me, did he ever mention seeing a truck? A big, black truck?" The other man suddenly look even more interested.
"Oh, not suspicious at all. Tell me, how would an insurance company know about this?" Harry asked, leaning his elbow on the table and looking at Dean, smiling sweetly at the brother.
"What the hell are you talking about? You even speaking English?" Ron asked angrily.
"Pssht. Dean wouldn't know proper English if it bit him on the arse. You're wasting your time there." Harry stated, noticing Dean clench his jaw and smiled widely at him.
"Son, this truck, a big, scary, monster-lookin' thing?" The other man asked, turning his attention to Sam and Dean. Harry chuckled evilly and moved a couple of the pieces on the board.
"Yeah, actually, I think so." Dean said.
"Hm." The man said, nodding slowly, thoughtfully.
"What?"
"I have heard of a truck like that."
"You have? Where?" Sam asked, moving forward slightly.
"Not where – when. Back in the sixties, there was a string of deaths. Black men. Story goes, they disappeared in a big, nasty, black truck." The man told them, making Harry glance up and catch Sam's eye before nodding smugly.
"Told you it was a phantom. Washington! That's where it was! Washington! Well what do you know, it's didn't begin with an 'm'" Harry said musingly, Sam glanced upwards and sighed softly, before turning his attention back to the two men.
"They ever catch the guy who did it?" Dean asked, ignoring the by-play between his brother and their Reaper.
"Never found him. Hell, I'm not sure they even really looked. See, there was a time this town wasn't too friendly to all it's citizens." The man said, glaring at Ron.
"Thank you." Sam said, before he and Dean walked back to their car, Harry quickly standing and running after them.
"Truck." Dean said. Sam and Harry glanced at him before continuing back to the car.
"Keeps comin' up, doesn't it?" Sam asked.
"Bit suspicious." Harry added, catching up with them
"You know what I was thinking? You heard of the Flying Dutchman?" Dean asked, making Harry look at him curiously.
"Yeah, a ghost ship infused with the captain's evil spirit. Basically a part of him." Sam said.
"You do know it was a real ship right? Cursed, but real." Harry told them, shrugging when they stared at him.
"Anyway, yeah, so what if we're dealing with the same thing? You know, a phantom truck that's the extension of some bastard ghost, re-enacting past crimes."
"Can I just say, I told you so?" Harry asked, backing away from the twin glares aimed at him.
"The victims have all been black men." Sam pointed out, ignoring Harry, who started sulking.
"It's more than that. They all seem connected to Cassie and her family." Dean pointed out, making Harry pull a face and stick his tongue out.
"Alright, you work with that angle. Go talk to her." Sam told him.
"Yeah, I will."
"Oh, and you might also want to mention that other thing." Sam told him as they reached the car and stopped.
"What other things?"
"The serious unfinished business. Dean, what is going on between you two?"
"You have to ask? How innocent are you?"
"Alright, so maybe we were a little bit more involved than I said." Dean admitted with a shrug, ignoring Harry.
"Oh, ok. Yeah."
"Jeeze, you two have a weird relationship."
"Okay, a lot more. Maybe. And I told her the secret about what we do, and I shouldn't have." Dean said, unlocking the car.
"No, look, man., everybody's gotta open up to someone, sometime."
"Yeah, I don't. It was stupid to get that close, and look how it ended."
"You loved her." Harry said quietly, flinching at the glare Dean aimed at him.
"You loved her?" Sam asked, stunned.
"Oh, god." Dean said, opening the door of the car.
"You were in love with her, but you dumped her." Dean looked at him and then shook his head once, making Sam gape at him and Harry to flinch once again. "Oh wow, she dumped you."
"Get in the car." Dean said, getting in his side and leaning over to open the door for Sam and Harry. Harry quickly got in and stared up at Sam who wasn't moving. "Get in the car!" Dean yelled, making Sam jump and then get in the car, still looking slightly stunned.
--
After had dumped them back at the motel, Sam and Harry went inside and sat down on the beds. Sam leaned back and put his hands behind his head.
"Wow, you were right." Sam said after a while of silence.
"Huh? When? I'm right quite a bit. That is how amazing I am."
"Why did you really want to come with us?" Sam asked, turning on his side to look at Harry.
"I told you, it was lonely. I may be a reaper, but I'm not into killing random people. I go for the ones that deserve it. Plus, I only have three more people to reap. I don't want this to end." Harry said softly, lying on his back and staring at the ceiling.
"What happens when you reap three more people?"
"I don't know. Well I do, but it's more Reaper lore. You know? I have two choices. One is never going to happen."
"Do you think Dean is finding out any information?" Sam asked, sensing Harry's need to change the subject.
"I personally think he's getting laid. He may have got some information beforehand though."
"He is talking to her." Sam jumped and sat up to face the stranger in their room, noticing vaguely that Harry didn't seem surprised, just pleased.
"Hank! What are you doing here?" Harry asked, smiling widely.
"Hank? Wait. That would mean you're-"
"Death! He is a sharp one! I like him!" Hank said, moving to sit on the same bed as Harry.
"So why are you here?"
"I was just checking up on you. Making sure that you were being treated as Death's favourite should be treated." Hank said, narrowing his eyes at Sam, who shrank away from him and clutched a pillow to his chest.
"Leave him alone Hank. They're treating me fine. I'm not being forced to kill this time at least." Harry said with a sad smile.
Hank looked at Harry and sighed before dragging the small Reaper onto his lap and hugging him, ignoring the stunned look on Sam's face.
"I'm extending your quota by fifty-six. The amount your master made you reap. You shouldn't have had to do those." Hank whispered into Harry's ear, hugging the Reaper closer to him.
"Thank you. It will give me more time."
"Indeed. Well I had better go. I have five new Reapers that I should be teaching. I just had to check on you." Hank said before moving Harry from off his lap and disappearing, leaving a stunned Sam.
"He just vanished."
"Yeah, he had to go, He told you that."
"He vanished though!"
"Yup."
"He hugged you."
"So? He is allowed to. He's like... My father I suppose. Only more."
"More?"
"Well yeah, should he choose to take pleasure in my body, he can. It wouldn't be incestuous or anything. Just, normal." Harry said with a shrug, moving to lie back down on the bed.
"Take pleasure in your body? You mean sleep with you?"
"Yeah. He hasn't mind. I'm his favourite, so he has a little more respect for me. If I wanted it to happen though, he wouldn't turn me away."
"Oh. I see."
"You don't, but it's sweet that you pretend to. So, what do you think we should do now?"
"Sleep? I don't know. We can't really do anything without any information. We'll have to wait for Dean."
"Okay, so we wait. I can do that. What did you do before?"
"Before what?"
"Before you were a Reaper?"
"What's to say I wasn't always a Reaper?"
"I dunno, you just feel human."
"Feel human? Right."
"Yeah, look I don't know. You just do." Sam said with a shrug.
"Oh, well I was human, yeah. Look, I'm tired, let's talk about this another time. Hopefully Dean will have some information." Harry said, before turning his back to Sam and hugging the pillow to his chest.
--
The next day, Sam and Harry learnt of another death, and made their way to the scene of the crime, Sam managing to lie his way past the tape and get a better look at the body, Mayor Harold Todd. He glanced over noticing Dean making his way over to him, Harry walking beside him, obviously either teasing him or catching him up.
"He's with me." Sam said to the officer, smiling when he nodded and walked away. "Where were you last night? You didn't make it back to the motel." Sam points out with a grin.
"Nope."
"I'm guessing you guys worked things out?"
We'll be working things out when we're ninety." Dean said dryly, making Sam laugh. "So Harry told me the body had been crushed."
"Hey! You sound like you don't trust me! Death is my deal! I'm good with death!"
"Yeah, in more ways than one." Sam muttered, grinning when Harry blushed bright red, much to Dean's confusion. "The cops are stumped, but it's almost like someone ran him over."
"Something like a truck?" Dean asked, still sending confused glances between the blushing Reaper and his brother.
"Yep."
"Tracks?"
"Nope."
Dean sighed and looked at the body covered up behind Sam. "What was the Mayor doing here anyway?"
"He owned the property. Bought it a few weeks ago." Harry told him, pleased that he had managed to control his blush.
"Yeah, but he's white. He doesn't fit the pattern." Dean pointed out.
"Killings didn't happen up on the road. That doesn't fit either." Sam added, making all of them look at each other in confusion.
"Huh, unusual for a phantom or ghost of any kind."
--
They spent the day separated, Harry went to his contacts, trying to find out any information that he could, whilst Dean looked on the computer and Sam went to the dock to find any information he could.
Harry answered the phone Sam had given him, Sam having taken Dean's for the time being. "Hello? Er... Is this thing working?"
"Yeah, have you never used a phone before?" Dean's voice asked through the phone.
"Nope. Never had need."
"What?"
"Who am I going to talk to via a phone? I can just contact other Reapers telepathically. Well if I can get the damned connection to work."
"You make it sound complicated. Anyway, we've found out a possible suspect."
"Oh?"
"Yeah, a Cyrus Dorian."
"Cyrus Dorian?"
"Yeah, why, you heard of him?"
"Possibly. I'll get back to you." Harry said, and hung up. Well he hoped he had hung up. If he heard Dean's voice, then he knew whatever button he had pressed, didn't hang up after a conversation.
"Hank? Can you hear me?" Harry asked, sitting on the bed in the motel and closing his eyes.
"What's up my little one?" Hank asked, as he appeared in the room, bending to press a kiss to Harry's temple.
"I need your help. It's about a personal reap of yours."
"Oh? Who's that then?"
"Cyrus Dorian?" Harry asked, looking up at Hank hopefully. Hank narrowed his eyes and sat down on the bed opposite Harry.
"He's back then is he? Naughty."
"I think he is. He's killing the friends of someone Dean knows, so we came to help. Well. Dean and Sam came to help, I came along for the ride."
"Ah, well tell them I know where to find Cyrus' remains, you can stop him if you want little one. Though, they can salt the remains should they wish."
"Right, I'll just ring them up then. Do you know how to work this thing?"
"Yeah, just um... go into there... No. Oh give it here. Bloody wizards." Hank muttered taking the phone off of a blushing Harry. "Who did you want to ring first?"
"Sam."
"Should have guessed." Hank said, making Harry blush. He pressed a couple of buttons and then handed the phone back to Harry. "It's ringing."
--
It was over an hour before Sam and Dean walked into the room at the motel, walking in on a lightly blushing and somewhat dishevelled Harry, sitting on a bed, with a strange man sitting at the table in the room.
"Harry. Hank." Sam said, with a knowing grin in their direction, making Harry blush even more, something Dean wasn't sure was even possible if he hadn't seen it.
"Who are you?" Dean asked, looking at the extra man.
"This is Hank. Or Death. My boss." Harry said, nibbling on his lower lip nervously.
"Death? That's Death? The Death?" Dean asked weakly, stumbling over to sit on the other bed.
"Yes."
"Wh-why? Why is he here?" Dean asked, not taking his eyes off of Hank, much to the others opinion.
"He reaped the soul of one Cyrus Dorian." Harry said, making Hank smile brightly and nod in agreement, before he stood up and walked over to Harry, sitting down on the bed next to him. Sam watched the byplay between the two with a look of amusement on his face.
"So why are we here?" Sam asked, moving to sit on the bed next to Dean.
"I can take you to where he was laid to rest, so to speak. His body was dumped in the lake. I can take you to where in the lake." Hank told them.
"Really? Why would you do that for us?" Dean asked suspiciously. Hank was about to answer, before the phone in Dean's pocket rang. "Hello? ... Wait, calm down a minute. What's happening? ... I'll be right there! Don't worry!" Dean said, before hanging up the phone and looking at Sam.
"Who was it?"
"Cassie, she said Cyrus is trying to run her house down." Dean said with a strange look on his face. Everyone in the room stood up and left the room. Hank following behind with an amused look on his face.
--
"You didn't see who was driving the truck?" Dean asked Cassie. They had made their way as fast as possible to Cassie's house and had arrived at the same time as Mrs Robinson.
"Seemed to be no one. Everything was moving so fast. And then it was just gone. Why didn't it kill us?"
"Whoever's controlling the truck wants you afraid first."
--
The quartet left the house after hearing the story of how Cassie's father and his friends killed Cyrus after he had burnt down the church Cassie's parents were going to get married in. Killing a group of children practising in there in the process.
"My life was so simple. Just school. Exams. Papers on polycentric cultural norms." Sam said with a chuckle. Harry and Hank swapped looks and shrugged.
"So, I guess I saved you from a boring existence." Dean told him with a chuckle.
"Yeah, occasionally, I miss boring."
"Boring's overrated." Harry said quietly, much to Hanks amusement.
"Alright, so, this killer truck-" Dean said after a pause.
"I miss conversations that didn't start with 'this killer truck'." Sam said, Dean nodded is agreement and laughed.
"Alright, well, this Cyrus guy..." Dean said.
"Yep." Harry said, nodding in agreement, hank chuckling next to him.
"Evil on a level that infected even his truck. And when he died, the swamp became his tomb. And the spirit was dormant for forty years."
"So what woke it up?" Sam mused.
"Ah, he wasn't woken up. He escaped. I don't know how though. Sorry." Hank said with a shrug.
"So now his spirit is out for blood." Sam stated darkly.
"Yeah I guess. Who knows what ghosts are thinking anyway?"
"You know we're gonna have to dredge up that body from the swamp, right?" Sam asked, groaning when Dean smiles weakly and nods.
"You said it."
"Yeah. So Hank, fancy taking us there?" Sam asked. Cassie came out of the house then and ran over to them.
"Hey."
"Hey. She's asleep. Now what?"
"Well, you stay put, and look after her. And we'll be back. Don't leave the house." Dean told her.
"Don't go getting all authoritative on me. I hate it."
"Don't leave the house, please?" Dean asks, looking at her smiling, before leaning down and kissing her.
"Do we really have the time for this, because if so..." Hank asked, leering at Harry, who blushed bright red. Sam rolled his eyes before clearing his throat.
--
They made their way to the part of the swamp that Cyrus and his trunk were dumped with the help of Hanks directions. Pulling the truck out using a dredge.
"Alright, let's get her up." Sam said as Dean pulled the truck almost completely out of the swamp.
"Harry. I've got to go. Stay in the car." Hank added, almost as an after thought and then disappeared.
"Alright, little more, little more. Little more." Sam said, watching as Dean pulled the entire thing out onto the mud and then stopped the machine at Sam's word and got out.
"Hell yeah!"
"Now I know what she sees in you." Sam said grinning, making Harry chuckle.
"What?" Dean asked, making both Sam and Harry start laughing.
"Come on, man, you can admit it, you're still in love with her. Just like Harry can admit to what he and Hank did earlier." Sam added, making Harry gape at him and then blush brightly, almost glowing.
"Oh can we focus, please?" Dean asked, opening the trunk of the car and taking out the stuff they would need.
"I'm just sayin', Dean. Alright, what am I getting?" Sam said with a sigh.
"Gas, flashlight."
"Got it, got it." Sam said, grabbing the items needed and standing up. Harry watched them and moved over to the car.
"Alright, let's get this done.
"Alright." Sam said, closing the trunk and walking over to the truck.
"Can I burn the body?" Harry asked curiously glancing at the items the two brothers had taken out of the trunk.
"No way! That's my job, just stay in the car and out of the way!" Dean told him as he cautiously opened the truck door and finding a decomposing skeleton of Cyrus Dorian. "Let's get to it."
Together, they laid the skeleton out and poured gas and salt over it before setting it on fire, watching as the body burst into flames.
"Think that'll do it?" Sam asked, just as they heard the sound of a truck engine roaring to life behind them.
"I guess not." Dean said weakly.
"Er, not to be an alarmist or anything..." Harry shouted from the backseat of the Impala.
"So, burning the body had no effect on that thing?" Sam asked, ignoring the slowly panicking Reaper in the background.
"Oh, sure it did. Now it's really pissed." Dean said, watching the body burn in front of them.
"But Cyrus' ghost is gone, right, Dean?" Sam asked nervously.
"Apparently not the part that fused with the truck." Dean said grimly, walking over to his car and getting in.
"Where are you going?"
"Yeah, where are we going?"
"I'm going for a little ride."
"What?" Sam and Harry asked at the same time.
"I'm gonna lead that thing away. That rusted piece of crap, you've gotta burn it." Dean told Sam, pointing to the rusting truck behind him.
"How the hell am I supposed to burn a truck, Dean?"
"I don't know. Figure something out." Dean said, before reaching to his side and grabbing a bag full of objects, and then throwing it out the window to Sam. He then pressed his foot down on the accelerator and drove off.
"You know, this isn't such a good idea." Harry said, moving forward in his seat and leaning on the passenger seat.
"Shut up. Do you have a better idea?"
"Don't drag me with you?"
"You could have gotten out of the car! No one forced you!" Dean said, answering his phone when it started ringing.
"I don't have a minute! What are we doing?" Dean yelled into the phone, he paused for a minute before grumbling and hanging up, looking at the truck in his rear-view mirror.
The phone rang again a couple a of minutes later, making Dean grumble again and then answer it, much to Harry's amusement. "This better be good." Dean spoke into the phone, whilst Harry looked behind him.
"He's getting closer." Harry pointed out cheerfully, deciding to embrace this, he may as well, he had nothing else to do in the car.
"Not helpful!" Dean yelled at him before turning his attention back to the phone and Sam. "I'm in the middle of nowhere, with a killer truck on my ass and an annoying Reaper pointing it out! I mean it's like it knows I put the torch to Cyrus."
"Told you I should have done it, but no, it just had to be you." Harry pointed out, making Dean grit his teeth.
"Fine! Decatur Road, about two miles off the highway!" Dean said, catching a glimpse of the sign as he raced past.
"Uh, he's nearly on us!' Harry said, still looking behind them at the ever looming truck.
"I know! Yes!" He yelled into the phone. The truck hit them, making them both jerk forward in their seats. Suddenly Dean turned the car sharply, making Harry fly to the other side of the car.
"Hey watch it! Ooh, you lost him!" Harry said before noticing the truck appear on the road again. "Oh maybe not."
"Not helping. No not you Sam. I made the turn you're gonna need to move this thing a little faster."
"No!"
"What?"
"Wait- wait! Yes! I see it!"
"Er... Dean. It's beside us!"
"What?" Dean stopped the car sharply and they both watched as the truck passed them before Dean quickly turned left. "Now what?"
"Go faster!" Harry said, looking for the currently absent truck.
"Stop?" Dean asked into the phone incredulously. Dean watched the odometer carefully before he suddenly turned sharply and stopped again. Harry smashed into the seat in front of him.
"Ow!" Harry said, pushing himself back into his seat and moving to the middle.
"Oh be quiet! Sam? It's just staring at me, what do I do?"
"I vote we move. Anywhere." Harry added, looking at the truck in front of them. Dean put his phone down and they both watched as the truck lurched forward and drove towards them. Just as it was about to collide with them, it disappeared.
"Where'd it go?" Dean picked up his phone, glancing at Harry who just shrugged.
"Don't ask me. I was the one who suggested moving away from here."
"What church?" Dean asked into the phone.
"A church? This is a church?"
"The place where Cyrus burned down." Dean told him. Harry nodded, "Not a whole lot left."
"Well if it burned down..." Harry said slowly, looking away.
"Maybe? Maybe?! What if you were wrong?" Dean yelled into the phone.
"Then I would have a job." Harry exclaimed from his seat.
"You shut up. I seriously don't know what Sammy was thinking agreeing to let you come along." Dean yelled before turning his attention back to the phone where Sam was doing a poor job of explaining himself.
"You know, if I happen to sneeze and lean forward, just tap you, do you think you would die a horrific death" Harry asked casually, leaning forward and making Dean flinch.
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Sam and Harry sat in the car, watching as Dean and Cassie talked outside of her house.
"What do you think they are saying?" Harry asked, leaning forward in his seat and leaning on the back of Sam's seat.
"Goodbye?"
"Huh. Never liked saying goodbye myself. So, how comes you get to drive and I don't." Harry asked, watching absently as Cassie and Dean kissed and then broke apart and hug. Eventually Dean let go and made his way back to the car. Sam waved at Cassie as Dean got in and then pulled away from the house.
"I like her."
"Ditto." Harry said from the backseat.
"Yeah." Dean nodded from his seat.
"You meet someone like her, ever make you wonder if it's worth it? Putting everything else on hold, doing what we do?" Sam asked. Dean smiled at him and then took a pair of sunglasses out of the glove compartment and put them on.
"Wake me up when it's my turn to drive." Dean said, slouching down in his seat.
"Do you think we could let me drive and just not wake him up?" Harry asked, looking curiously at Dean.
"Don't even think it Sam. That crazy thing is going no where near the wheel of my baby." Dean muttered, shifting in his seat slightly. Sam chuckled and glanced at a sulking Harry through the mirror.
A/N – Here's a mega chapter for everyone who waited, and an apology for how long it took! I actually think most chapters will be of a similar length now... Huh. As for the relationship between Hank and Harry, well that's for you lot to make your mind up about. They may have done something, they may have not. It may have been completely innocent. As for Hank having the right to do anything he wishes with Harry, well he did make him, and he can.... er... unmake him if Harry ever upset him. Harry's his favourite though, it gets him certain rights.
Hope you liked it though! Thank you everyone who reviewed for the last chapter and I'm really sorry how long this took!