"They found a body," Sam said bluntly, "On Fifth and Los Posas. Where are you?"

"Out, cruising,"

"Well come get me, we got work to do."

"Alright," Dean hung up and looked to Carena who was staring blank faced at her own phone.

"Hey you ok?"

"No," She shook her head methodically, "I have to go. Something's come up."

"You sure you're ok?" Dean asked, he saw how rigid and shaken up she was. He wondered if whatever happened had to do with the body that had been found.

"Ya," She said, clearly her brain elsewhere, "I just have to go see someone."

Dean watched her run off suddenly down a rocky path to her car. He wanted to follow but instead shut his hood and headed back to town.

About a half hour later, Sam and Dean were pulling up to a site. Cops, paramedics and news vans as well as spectators were crowding an intersection between a street and railroad tracks.

Dean threw the shifter in park and climbed out, he and his brother approached the police line where an older officer waited.

"Hold up, can I help you gentleman?" He asked.

"Ya, we're here to see what's going on. We're from the-" Sam started, but Dean saw a familiar leather jacket and elbowed Sam, subtly shaking his head.

"the what?" The officer asked.

"The uh, nothing." Sam sighed, taking Dean's hint.

The two of them walked around the crime scene and came up to Carena.

"Hey, what are you doing here?" Dean asked.

"Oh, uh hey Dean." She smiled weakly, "I'm here cause of him."

She pointed to the body that was being covered by the coroners.

"You knew him?" Sam asked.

"Ya, he was a family friend. And who are you?"

"Sam's my brother." Dean interrupted, "Remember how I said we were taking a road trip?"

"Oh right. Sorry," Carena sighed, "What are you two doing here anyway?"

"We were just looking at sights. Saw the cops." Dean shrugged.

"Ya well definitely a site isn't it?" She asked grimly.

"We're sorry for your loss," Sam offered, always polite.

"So is this the first time this has happened?" Dean asked, "I read something about someone going missing a few weeks back."

"Ya," Carena bowed her head, "There's been a big attack on us."

"Us?" Sam asked.

"The car community. Everyone that's gone missing I've known. They've been racers, cruisers, mechanics, salesmen, you name it. It's horrible."

Sam raised an eyebrow at Dean, there was a connection.

"Any idea why anyone would want to kidnap a bunch of car people?" Sam pressed.

"None, everyone here is family," Carena explained, "We're rowdy but not too crazy. We're buddies with the cops and some of them even go to the shows. No newbies in town either that'd kick up a fuss. Why?"

"Curious," Dean shrugged, "It just seems weird doesn't it?"

"You have no idea what weird is," Carena whispered, playing with her fingers.

Sam went to as another question but Dean pulled him away.

"Leave it."

"Leave it? Dean, she's our best lead! She knew all the victims!"

"Ya but we need to give her space. And somehow get into the coroner's office. I don't like how some guy just randomly shows up. None of the others have shown up right?" Dean asked.

"No. This was the first. We can get the Fed IDs but you shot that in the foot," Sam pointed out.

"She thinks we're here for some car show on Saturday. That we're on a road trip cross country. We can't show up as Feds." Dean argued.

Sam snorted, holding back laughter. A road trip, ya they were, but they weren't out to see the nation's biggest ball of yarn. He shrugged his shoulders and followed Dean back to the car.

"So what now? How do we find out what killed this guy and more importantly why they dumped him here?" Sam asked.

"I guess we'll just look around, see who else we can chat up." Dean said, swinging his keys between his fingers, "And I have a feeling that we'll find a lot thanks to Baby."

He climbed in the driver seat, content as the car took him and his brother's weight with a satisfied groan. He pulled out, leaving the local police to clean up John Doe.