The orange Chevelle shot out like a rocket. It lunged forward, the tires pushing off the asphalt and smoke trailing behind. The motor shifted into second then down to third. The orange beast was straight as an arrow eating up the street. The roar was loud, thunder like as it sounded it's triumphant launch. The timing was on, the gears clicking and the ride smooth and quick.

Dean watched in amazement as the Mustang followed, just as quick and powerful. He could see Del Sean press hard against his wheel as his 'Stang pulled in closer and closer to the Chevelle. The paint job gleamed under the streetlights, it's wheels spinning quick and the car acted like reaching forward. He crept up on Carena, gaining inches and soon it was all over.

The camera flashed and the two cars braked at the end, going into the turn around.

Unlike the other races, the crowd held it's breath, quiet as mouse waiting on Ricky's call for the photo finish.

It never came.

Even as both cars pulled in, no call from Ricky.

"What's going on?" Carena asked as she got out of her car. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes bright with excitement.

"Ricky hasn't called." Skeet said, "Someone get down to the finish!"

People scrambled, some running down the street, others getting in their cars. Carena clutched her piston necklace and quickly got in her car.

"Dean..."

"On it," Dean quickly swung around the front of the Chevelle and swung open the door, "Let's go."

Carena said nothing, only biting her lip as they raced back to the finish.

At the finish line, cars were parked, some in idle. People were walking into the fields, calling out Ricky's name.

"That's his car," Carena nodded to a cherry red Ford Ranchero, "He wouldn't walk anywhere, he'd drive."

"Where's Del Sean?" Dean asked.

"I don't know, he let me get in front on the turn around," Carena said and turned to Dean, "You don't think he..."

"No, no I'm not saying that at all," Dean shook his head.

He eyed the ground with his flashlight along with the crowd and rubbed his forehead. Del Sean was gone the entire time this mess had happened. He was chased out by Paul and the others. Over the past year, people had gone missing and even Jon was dead. Now he shows up and Ricky was gone? Too many coincidences.

He dug his phone out of his jacket as Sam called.

"Anything?" Sam asked.

"No, but the guy's car is still here so there's that," Dean shrugged as he examined the dirt under the Ranchero's back fender.

"Ya, well we gotta get out of here. Now."

"Why?"

"Cops are incoming. Skeet's telling everyone to get out," Sam explained, "This is unsanctioned but the cops normally take it easy. But someone called about Ricky so now they're on the way."

"Alright, I'll hitch a ride back with Carena. Take the Impala and get back to the motel," Dean said, rubbing his fingers between the yellow dust, "Hey sulfur is yellow right? Like a yellow white?"

"Ya."

"Well I think I know who took Ricky and who's been responsible for everything," Dean sighed,"Del Sean."

"That might explain something. Del Sean drove straight through after Carena. Didn't stop for the win or anything" Sam explained.

"Awesome..."

20 minutes later they were cruising down Main Street.

"Del Sean caused my dad's accident and the disappearances? Jon's murder?" Carena asked in disbelief.

"I'm sorry. Look I know-" Dean started.

"No," Carena shook her head as they drove in her Chevelle, "Del Sean is a dick and a liar but he wouldn't resort to murder."

"You don't know that," Dean said carefully, "People change after an incident like that. They can get into some bad places and get horrible ideas."

"No Dean I mean he wouldn't do that. He wouldn't murder these people. First you think there's some ghost and now you think my ex is back or revenge by killing people I care about!"

"I'm sorry," Dean raised his hands defensively, "Just look at the timing!"

"Right," Carena snorted, "Why don't you not come after me and my family!"
"I'm not trying to!"

"Then go!" Carena screamed, throwing the car into park, the tires screeched as they slid right in front of the motel, "Go and get out of my face! Just leave Ventura and leave this to us! This is our family! We take care of our own! I don't need you!"

Dean opened his mouth to say something and didn't. Carena's eyes were huge and wet. He realized that while they were here on a job, Carena was losing all the family she had left, one by one. He breathed softly and moved to wipe a tear off Carena's cheek.

Quick as lightning he screamed, his hand was pinned against the dash, Carena glaring at him, her eyes dark and venomous. She had twisted his wrist and bent his hand back at an odd angle. He felt his bone stabbing the sharpened edge of the dash painfully.

"Don't touch me!" She hissed, low and guttural like.

Dean nodded slowly and he saw her eyes blink, dry as a desert. The air seemed to shimmer in the car and the temperature dropped. Carena's necklace dangled, the only thing in the car that moved.

"Get out!" She threatened, turning away.

Dean nodded again and climbed out of the muscle car. He closed the door gently, the creaks and groan of the metal comforting after such a strange time.

He looked at her again, but she refused eye contact.

"Stay away from me," She said bluntly and shifted, peeling away from Dean.

Dean walked back to his room and was greeted by Sam.

"Hey I think there's something weird going on. Like more then the usual weird," Dean said, "What if there's a demon and a ghost? Going at each other and everyone else in the cross fire?"

"Hey," Sam nodded to his brother, "What do you mean?"

"When I was in the car right now, I went to touch Carena and she pinned my hand to the dash. Quick, like too quick."

"Ok so? She doesn't want your moves Dean. She just ran into her ex and someone's missing. Again," Sam rolled his eyes.

How could Dean honestly think it'd be ok to hit on Carena now? He swore sometimes he was adopted with how childish Dean was.

"Not like that," Dean waved his brother away, "She was crying, but then she wasn't and the car got super cold."

"Cold spots are signs of a ghost. You think her dad possessed her? That's some strong ghost pull dude," Sam said, "But that doesn't explain anything else."

"Let's look at the evidence," Dean said, thumbing through the articles and explaining.

"Carena has a sister, practically non existent since she swore she saw a shadow monster above Carena's crib. Mom comes in, then there's a fire and mom's dead. Years later, the sister runs out and the dad has her erased pretty much from the town. A year and a half ago, Carena and this Del Sean are dating. Carena's sick and Del Sean's caught cheating. Huge fight and Del Sean is chased out by Daddy and his friends. Month later, Daddy dies, leaving Carena the heir to everything he was. Daddy's barbequed in the canyons and then his friends start vanishing. Jon, one of the missing, show up dead. Tonight. Del Sean shows up. Tonight. Ricky goes missing. Tonight. Del Sean runs off without knowing who won possibly the most important race right now. Tonight. Cold spots in the car with Carena. Tonight. Carena's carrying that piston necklace which I bet you money, was her dad's."

"Paul's linked to the necklace?" Sam asked.

"Maybe. He was protecting his daughter when he ran out Del Sean. Maybe he still is," Dean suggested.

"So the demon?"

"Wants something here. But all his victims have one thing in common."

"What?" Sam asked.

"Del Sean. He was gone when it showed up. Del Sean's gotta be mad right? Mad enough to buddy up with a demon for revenge. Of course no one can control demons so it goes out of proportion and now Del Sean is back," Dean explained with a smile.

"He's back to do what though?" Sam asked, "He's lost control of the demon..."

"But he can warn them if he's back in the family," Dean countered, "What better way to get back in then to say you want your girlfriend back?"

"Carena," Sam sighed, "Brilliant."