Hours later, Metallicar pulled up to the mouth of all five canyon roads. The boys climbed out, seeing that Carena was in her racing jacket already waiting.
"What are you doing? I thought you weren't racing," Sam asked.
"I said I wasn't going to the races," Carena corrected, "But I'm doing my own cruise tonight."
"Here?" I thought you didn't like canyon driving," Dean asked.
"I don't, but I have to put him to rest," She said simply.
Sam watched her hold her piston necklace out in the wind, small, fragile and it had helped them so much.
"Isn't he at rest? After the whole demon boom thing?" Dean asked.
""He never got a rite of passage. Not correctly anyway," Carena sighed, "I was so focused on revenge I didn't want to do it. But now that I finished this, it seems right."
"Finished?" Sam asked, "You're not going to hunt anymore?"
"I am hunting, but not here."
"You're going to leave all this?" Dean gestured back where they had driven from, "All those people, practically your family? You have a chance at a good life here. Why?"
"Because I still have to kill the demon that killed my mom," She said calmly, "And I have to do it for everyone else that has died."
"We can do that," Sam said, "We're nobodies, we don't have a hometown or a community like this for someone to miss us. You do"
"Ya I do have that family, but they're a liability. They've been hurt enough. Lied to enough. I leave, maybe the bastard will come after me, leave them alone for good."
"What about your dad?" Dean pointed out, "His shop, his name."
"He said it's ok," Carena cut him off.
"He told you?" Sam asked.
"When the demon was inside me, God that sounds wrong, he helped me fight her," She explained, "When you finished the ritual and she left, he attacked her. But right before that, I swore he looked at me and told me it was ok. That I could go and he wouldn't be mad. That I had to do things my way, not his. He was ok, and I was ok too."
"He still hasn't been back?" Sam pointed to the necklace.
"No," She shook her head, it's just another trinket now. But he still deserves it, in his final place of rest."
"You're sure you want to give this up?" Dean asked again, "The cars, the family, racing, the shows?"
"I am," She nodded.
"Once you get in," Sam cautioned, "You can't go back. Not the same way anyway."
"I know," She smiled halfheartedly, "Bump me up to the line?"
Sam nodded and Carena climbed in her Chevelle, allowing it's roar to shatter the silent rock walls.
"You know you'll have to stay and witness right?" She asked Dean.
"Don't worry," He said, "We'll be here."
He shared a look with Sam and he nodded.
Dean started the Impala and matched up with Carena at the line.
He looked over and smiled.
She nodded and hung the necklace over her rear view mirror.
Sam beckoned for both cars to come up. He raised his arms and threw them down, the cars launching forward just a bit.
Dean hung back as Carena cruised her Chevelle down the mountain road marked The Devil's Ex. As he cruised, Sam pulled the door open and slid in the seat.
The two muscle cars cruised down the mountain in the dark at no more then 40 miles an hour. Dean threw one arm up on the open window and followed the small square red lights in front of him.
Sam nodded along with Metallica's Sandman, watching his brother dive contently.
The brothers enjoyed the noise and peace. Thier Baby vibrated under their soles, her tires crunching loose gravel. She seemed to purr higher and stronger as if in tribute to the late mechanic. The wind was cold and brisk as it swept through the open windows and the boys felt the thrill of the car's noise bounced back from off the rocks.
Eventually they came to a turn, a nasty switchback with dirt from the mountain in the road and a busted guard rail. Carena pulled her Chevy over and let it idle in the night as she got out.
Dean went to open his own door, but Sam grabbed his arm.
"This is her moment," Sam said simply and Dean understood.
In front of the low amber lights, Carena held the small silver chain in her hand, she pulled the piston back and forth as if it was full size and grinned.
"Thanks Dad," She whispered.
The wind picked up and she sighed as it brushed across her face, almost like a bear hug from her dad.
She stood at the mangled railing and looked over into the dark abyss. She couldn't see it. The car was too far down and it was too dark. She closed her eyes, remembering the viscous earth shattering rumble and roar of her dad's Camaro. It was a beast unlike any other, a monster that he could tame and control. She snapped her eyes back open, staring into the darkness.
"I'll be ok," She said softly and threw with all her might, the necklace.
She knew she could use her gifts to make it float, to make it wave at her before it disappeared, but she didn't want to. She wanted it to go the way of her dad. Laughing and smiling into the unknown.
Carena patted the silver guardrail, stained with red paint from the Camaro. Her dad was at peace now. Sure he was before she had driven and tossed the necklace into the void. But now he truly was.