After the photo of Metallicar and Herbie was shown, Dean and Sam were instantly welcomed.

Sam and Dean walked around the crowd and cars as more races continued. They had been showered by the pin up girls and given free beer and burgers. Dean had been offered half a dozen shops to work on his car and another dozen car care specialists handing him baskets of car wash, polish and oil. Dean had been called out twice more even for that night and Dean even debated betting.

Sam on the other hand had quickly gained information regarding the case. Something he was reminding Dean of.

"So it looks like Jon disappeared three months after Paul died. Where he's been for the past 8, I have no idea. But that slash on him didn't kill him. It wasn't deep, super shallow. They suspect someone came at him with a knife. The way it cut him, flat but big. I'm thinking a butcher's knife. The neck though? Completely twisted around. Nothing human did that."

"Uh huh," Dean nodded, eying a beat up red 64 Falcon, "Think I can beat this guy? Looks like it's been in the ringer."

"Dean did you even hear me?" Sam asked.

"Uh huh. Neck snap. Not human. We know this."

"Ya and guess what else they found on his fingers and on the corners of his mouth?"

"Uh dust? Dirt? Grease?" Dean guessed.

"Sulfur."

"Sulfur? Like demons?" Dean looked up in shock, "I thought this was a ghost deal!"

"Ya maybe but sulfur typically spells demons," Sam said.

"Great," Dean groaned, "Anything on Paul?"

"Ya, apparently the car went up in flames. He was barbequed Dean. If he's even around, which honestly I don't think he is," Sam sighed, exhausted, "He'd have to be doing it some other way. Cause no bones, no ghosts. Normally."

"Alright well let's find out where those two jokesters ran off, swipe some cash and get out of here," Dean said, "We can start up again in the morning."

"Hey you two!" Jake yelled, waving them over.

Sam was surprised to see the kid so happy. He figured once Dean had beat him, Jake would run off, be ashamed that a new guy beat him. But it seemed that all Jake was annoyed at was a leaking fuel line. Herbie was out of the running, but Jake had been more then happy to introduce the boys to other members of the community.

"What's up?" Dean asked.

"Carena, she's racing. Got called out. And man you do not want to miss it!"

"Why? Who's she racing?" Sam asked.

"Del Sean," Jake grinned, "The same Del Sean that she brought in. The same Del Sean that broke her heart and got run out of town."

"Oh," Dean blinked, an ex suddenly back in town? That did not bode well for him.

"Ya, I'm surprised he got this far. She made it clear 4 years ago if he came she'd rip him apart limb by limb." Jake laughed, "You've got to watch the race!"

The boys nodded and made their way to the line. Apparently the news of Carena's ex had spread lie wildfire and everyone had joined up at the start to watch.

Dean watched the cars roll up and the drivers get out to settle which lane and the terms. Carena had traded her leather jacket for a bulky blue racing jacket and Dean eyed the ex carefully.

He was tall, strong looking with massive biceps and dark toned skin. He wore all black, jeans and a bulky jacket. He had floppy black hair, but his eyes were covered by dark sunglasses.

"Douchebag," Dean whispered.

"Shut up," Sam snapped.

"Alright you two, you know the rules," Skeet announced, taking clear notice of Carena's glare.

If looks could kill, Dean thought sharply, that kid would be dust.

"No crossing the line, no bumping each other," Skeet explained, "No fits. Ricky's got the camera and we'll know who wins."

"Fine," Carena snapped, her voice cold and unforgiving, "As someone who's earned her place and actually belongs here I chose lanes. Not to mention you challenged me."

"By all means," The kid, Del Sean nodded.

"Right lane," Carena smirked.

"The terms?" Skeet asked.

"Oh I know what he wants, but that's not on the table," Carena snarled.

"I just want back in," Del Sean said, "No trouble. I just want to come back."

"Come back? You could have stayed! If you didn't-" Carena screamed.

"Enough!" Skeet roared, "Carena no attitude or you're out of the race!"
"Fine," Carena growled, rolling her eyes, "You, by some miracle that God decides to dish out and happens to land on your head, win, you get to come back. You, by all history and complete utter brains that appear, lose, you get out. And not come back. Ever!"

Sam was shocked at the venom in her voice, he had heard of bad break ups but this seemed to be more then just a break up. Carena was shaking from her rage and her face was beat red with anger. But Sam could see tears threatening to drop from her eyes. She wasn't simply mad, she was wounded.

"I can agree to that. But I'll win," Del Sean smiled, "A lot's changed."

"Alright let's shake on it," Skeet said, gesturing the two forward.

Carena snorted and turned sharply back into her car. Del Sean didn't seem bothered and got in his own car, a blue 1970 Mustang convertible.

As Skeet got the two cars lined up, people quickly turned to each other and started betting.

"Chevy Girl, half a car $50."

"No way, Del Sean by a fender, $200."

"Tie."

"Del Sean by a car, but Carena kicks his ass for $500."

Dean and Sam eyed the cars, Dean knew that Carena had experience and some nice power under the hood, but he had no idea what Del Sean had. He wondered though if racing an ex would make her lose focus.

"Think he had anything to do with what's going on?" Sam asked.

"No idea, let's find out," Dean said, turning to Jake, "What happened with those two?"

"Aw man, it was bad. About a year and a half ago they were together. Super close and Sean was part of the family. But Carena got real sick. Like hospital for a week sick. Sean saw her and everything. But she got out a day early went to see him and he was with some other chick. She got mad, like furniture out the window mad and breaking all his stuff. Her dad and his friends chased him out of town. Said that he didn't deserve her."

"Ouch," Sam said sadly, he couldn't imagine how someone could cheat a girl like Carena.

"Ya, then of course a month later, The Dogg crashes and people go missing. Jon's dead now and I think Carena's just fed up at this point." Jake shrugged, "Him coming back on tonight of all nights? Not a great idea."

"I'd say," Dean nodded as Skeet readied the light, Carena looked angry enough to slam her own car into Sean's face. Many times. While smiling. It was terrifying.

Skeet raised his hand, banged the light and the cars lunged forward, roaring like monsters out of hell.