"Dean check this out," Sam said.
They were in the local library on the computers, looking up the victims and more importantly Carena.
"You said her last name was Millian right? Her dad Paul?"
"Ya," Dean nodded, looking over his brother's shoulder at the screen.
"Read this," Sam said, relaxing back from the desk.
Local Racing Legend and Mechanic passes.
Paul Millian, best known as The Dogg was competing in a canyon race when he lost control of his red '68 Camaro on the dangerous curve known as The Devil's Ex. He and the car spun out, crashing through a railing and into the canyon below. Paramedics were lowered via helicopter, but Millian was pronounced dead on the scene from extensive injuries and burns. Millian is best remembered for his unprecedented mechanical talents and incredible engine builds. He is survived by his daughter Carena who plans to maintain the shop and her father's legacy.
"Ok?" Dean eyed the article, "She never said her dad died, but ok?"
"Look at the date Dean," Sam sighed, he felt as if he was teaching his brother 2+2, "November 4th 2004. It's been a year since the accident. A little more anyway."
"And the bodies have been disappearing for the past year..." Dean followed the thought, "But it doesn't make sense, Carena said that everyone in the car community is loved and like family. Paul was important, everyone looked up to him. Why would he be killing his friends? Practically his family?"
"No idea," Sam shrugged, "but it's worth checking out isn't it? I mean vengeful spirits don't always remember everything. They've lost themselves."
"Ya but vengeful. What would make Paul vengeful?"
"I say we ask Carena," Sam suggested.
As Dean went to pick up the print out of the information they found, he saw another article with Carena's name. He clicked on it, curious.
Following Footsteps
Carena Millian pictured with her father Paul "The Dogg" Millian, competes in her first Regional Car Show in Camarillo, Ca. Millian who is an avid grease monkey gained her license earlier this year finally takes her Chevelle on her maiden voyage to the show.
"It's incredible," Millian gushes, "I've been going to these shows since I was practically born and now that I have my own baby? We're going places, it's going to be awesome driving her completed everywhere!"
Millian's car a 1968 Chevelle Concours follows her parents pattern of a classic muscle car brought back from the dead. While not finished, it runs and drives and that's good enough for her.
"Just wait, I'm going to paint it orange in tribute to my mom. I'm going to win a trophy just for her," Millian says with a finality and assurance of any competitor at the show.
Millian's mother, Deanna Milian was caught in a house fire when Carena was only 6 months old, the house had an electrical short and Deanna was sadly lost. That tragedy however doesn't stop Carena from making her mother proud.
"I got a Chevelle because of her, I'm painting it orange for her. Dad and I built a good engine and I couldn't ask for anything more. I'm proud to be Millian. It's who I am."
Sam quickly printed the article and followed a trail of articles. Carena's mom had died the same way his own had, he wondered why and more importantly if Carena knew the truth.
An hour later, he and Dean were back in the motel room, with Carena's family history taped to the wall and the missing persons fliers of all the victims on the others. Sam and Dean were writing on index cards of each person's profession. So far Carena had been right, all of them were car related people, racers, showmen, mechanics, anything that even had a thread of the automotive industry they had.
"I don't get it." Sam groaned, pulling at his hair, "Why would Paul be killing these guys? They're all friends!"
"I know!" Dean was angry, he couldn't understand the photo of the CARS ETC club, the car club that Paul ran.
Some of the missing people were in the photo as well as others. It seemed as if half the town could be targeted. Paul knew everybody!
"We need to go talk to these people," Sam said finally, "We don't have to be Feds we can go as something else but there's no way we'll crack this case if we don't start talking to people."
"Ya and watch as someone tells Carena what we're doing. We'll be run out of town before dawn," Dean groaned.
As far as he could tell from the numerous articles on Paul, the town was an open book and people kept tabs on each other. There were no secrets here.
Suddenly there was a knock. Sam grabbed his gun and Dean eyed the peephole. He motioned for his brother to put down the gun and opened the door.
"Carena?"
"Yaa, who'd you expect?" She asked, Sam moved in front of the articles.
"I don't know. How'd you find us?" He asked.
"No one in this town is driving a four door Impala. You're pretty easy to spot. Even here."
Sam eyed Dean, they were definitely right that this town had its spies.
"Why are you looking me and my family up? What are you so curious about the missing?" She asked abruptly.
"Uh," Sam sighed, stepping aside, "How'd you know?"
"You printed 6 years worth of info on me. You're new in town. You don't think that's a little weird?"