A/N: Here is the next chapter for you all! Hope you enjoy
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Guest: Natalie's death in the last chapter had nothing to do with her being sick now. It was just a little fever she has been having. The cause of her death in the future will remain secret. I'll let your imaginations run wild with how she died. :)
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"Other than that how is everything over there?" Natalie was outside of a small burger joint, talking to Marina. She had called a few minutes earlier and Natalie excused herself from the boys to talk with her.
"Yeah, everything is fine I about you Nad? You always ask how I am but I never get to ask about you." Marina offered.
Natalie let out a breath, "I am doing alright. Being out here, back on the road, I don't know, it's kind of therapeutic for me. Gives me something to do in order to keep my mind occupied."
"Well, I am glad that you are keeping yourself busy. Oh and Aunt Clara wanted me to tell you that she has a few of her friends are working on the whole case with Amdusias." Marina added.
"Has she found out any new information?" Natalie asked.
"No. But, she will call you if there is any major developments." Natalie nodded and sighed.
"Thanks Mari."
"No problem Nad. I'll talk to you later." Marina hung up and Natalie turned around to walk back into the restaurant.
"Natalie Collins." A voice suddenly came from behind her. Natalie froze and she slowly put her phone back in her pocket. Her eyes gazed up, fixing on Sam and Dean with their backs turned to her. But, she could sense a familiarity in that voice she just heard. It was from far in her past, a voice that she hadn't heard in years.
Natalie slowly turned around and her eyes grew wide when she saw who it was. "Jake?"
Jake smiled and nodded his head, "It's nice to see you to Natalie. Though it has been a long time hasn't it?"
Natalie continued to stare at Jake in disbelief. She shook her head and smiled, "Yeah, it's been a long time." Jake stepped forward and wrapped his arms around her in an embrace.
Natalie stepped back, "So, uh, how have you been."
"I've been alright. Just been out...hunting with my dad." Jake admitted.
Natalie's brows raised in a surprise questioning look, "You are a hunter now?"
Jake nodded, "Couldn't help myself. Asked my dad if he would train me...and he did."
"So I take it, that you both are on a case out here. Where is your dad?" Natalie asked.
"He's over at the motel. Thought I'd come and get us some food." Natalie nodded.
The door to the restaurant opened, Sam and Dean walked out with the food. Dean looked up and saw Natalie talking with some guy that he had never seen before. Dean nudged Sam in the side and pointed towards them. Sam looked at where he was pointing and his brows raised.
"Do you know who that guy is?" Dean asked, his eyes fixed on the boy.
Sam shrugged and shook his head, "Should I know him?"
Dean and Sam began to walk over to Natalie. Jake saw this and motioned towards them, causing Natalie to become confused. "What are you looking at Jake?" Natalie asked.
Soon Dean and Sam were standing on either sides of her and she sighed in realization. "Whose the kid?" Dean asked.
"Uhm, Dean and Sam, this is Jake Smith. Jake, this is Sam and Dean Winchester." Natalie finished.
Dean looked over at her, "You know this kid?"
Natalie nodded, "Yeah, I know him. I've known him for years actually...he's a hunter as well."
Dean hummed in response and forced a small smile. He turned and looked at Jake, making the young man feel uncomfortable. Natalie nudge Dean in his side causing his gaze at Jake to break. "Sorry, Jake. Dean is just..."
Jake shrugged it off, "It's fine. I better head off anyways. See you soon, Natalie." He walked forward and wrapped his arms around her once again. Dean looked away, slightly annoyed with Jake, while Sam just stood there. Jake gave a small nod to both Dean and Sam before walking off towards the restaurant.
Dean watched Jake go into the building before turning to look at Natalie. She could feel his eyes burning into her and she finally looked at him, "What?!"
Dean shrugged and raised his arms, "I didn't say anything."
"No. But you were giving me a look. What was the look for?" Natalie pestered.
Dean walked over to the drivers door and opened it, "I think we should get back on the road. Found a case for us to look at."
Natalie narrowed her eyes at him and looked over at Sam. "Seriously? What-" Natalie said, pointing over at Dean.
Sam shrugged and shook his head, "I don't know. Dean just...not really trusting of just anyone after...well you know."
Natalie sighed and threw her head back, "I swear if he is going to be like every time I see someone I know...I don't know what I will do."
Sam smiled, "You just have to get through it."
Dean rolled down the window, "Come on you two! Gotta get going."
Natalie turned towards Dean and glared at him, "We're coming."
"So..." Sam laughed, "What is with this job?"
"Some guy suffers a head-on collision in a parked car? Id say that's worth checking out." Dean said.
"Yeah, definitely, but, uh, we got bigger problems, don't you think?" Sam asked hesitantly.
"I'm sure the apocalypse'll still be there when we get back." Dean answered. There was a long pause between the two of them. Natalie sighed and looked out the window.
"Right, yeah, but I mean, if—if the colt is really out there somewhere..."
"Hey, we've been looking for three weeks, we didn't find anything." Dean finished.
"Okay. But Dean...I mean, if we're gonna—ice the devil..."
"This is what we're doing! Okay? End of discussion." Natalie jumped at the beginning of Dean's little outburst. She sighed once again and leaned her head against the window. Another long pause ensued in the car, causing Natalie to feel uncomfortable in the silence.
"It's just that this is our first real case, back at it together. You know, I think we oughta ease into it, put the training wheels back on." Dean finally offered.
Sam scoffed, "So you think I need training wheels."
"No, 'we'. We need training wheels, you and me. As a team. Okay?" Sam looks over at Dean and nods. "Okay."
"Man, I really want this to be a fresh start. For the both of us. For all three of us." Dean said, looking into the rearview mirror at Natalie, who seemed to be out in her own world.
"You with us on this Nad." Dean spoke out to Natalie.
Natalie looked up at Dean, "Hmmm?" Dean's brows raised and it took her a few seconds before she remembered what he had said. "Oh, yeah. I agree." Dean nodded his head and focused his attention on driving.
Dean, Sam and Natalie enter the Sheriff's Department and begin to look for the Sheriff. Dean leaned towards Natalie, "You sure you're feeling alright for this."
"Yes, Dean. I feel a lot better." Natalie said offhandedly. Dean briefly glanced over at her, a bit of skepticism written on his face.
They approach the Sheriff and took out their badges. "Agents Bonham and Copeland. And our Intern Camille James." The Sheriff shakes all of their hands, "Rick Carnegie. Good to meet ya. So you're here on account of Cal Hawkins' death?"
"That's right." Sam confirmed.
"Well, 'fraid you came a long way for nothing. We already booked the guy that did it." Sam and Dean looked at each other as Natalie's eyes narrowed.
"I'm sorry; who do you think did it?" Sam asked.
"I'll show you." Carnegie said, leading them to the interview room. The four of them sit down at a table as Carnegie plays a tape that was recorded that the police confiscated at the crime scene.
"Cal? Is something wrong?" Jim's voice could be heard on the tape. The video then shows Cal's head smashed into the windshield and Jim began to panic. Natalie pursed her lips together, holding down her disgust at the site of Cal's head when the video suddenly cuts to static and Carnegie turns off the TV.
"Sicko taped his own handiwork." Carnegie said, turning back towards Dean, Sam and Natalie.
The three of them looked at each other, confusion written all over their faces. "I don't follow." Sam admitted.
"It was Jim Grossman that killed Cal." Carnegie confirmed.
"How can you know that for sure? I mean besides the video, was there any other evidence that pointed to him as the possible suspect?" Natalie asked.
"He was the only one on the scene for miles." Carnegie said.
"They were best friends though." Sam said.
"Most violent crimes are committed by someone close to the victim." Carnegie offered.
"So, basically, you are going on with the fact that he was the only one at the crime scene." Natalie said.
Carnegie nodded and Natalie narrowed her eyes slightly. "And how exactly did Jim slam Cal into a windshield with all the force of an eighty mile per hour crash?" Dean asked.
Carnegie froze and blinked a couple of times, not really thinking to much into how Cal died. "Maybe, drugs?"
Dean and Natalie raised their brows in disbelief. "Look, you know this ain't brain surgery. Whatever it looks like, that's what it usually is. It's simple."
Natalie huffed. "Right because something like that..." she pointed towards the TV, "...is a murder that should be dubbed as simple."
Dean looked over at Sam, "Um, if you don't mind, we'd like to speak to Jim." Sam said.
"I was in the house when it happened, I didn't even see it." Jim said.
"For argument's sake, say we believe you." Dean offered.
Jim looked up at them, surprised Dean would even suggest that, "Why would you? The cops didn't."
"Well we're not your typical cops." Dean answered.
"Please, just tell us what you saw." Sam said once again.
"It's not what I saw, it's what I heard. Tires squealing, glass breaking." Jim sighs, "It was the car that did it."
All three of them raise their eyebrows, "The car?" Sam asked just to clarify Jim's answer.
"I mean, I heard about the curse, but, I just that it was a load of crap." Jim began to ramble.
"Curse, what do you mean a curse?" Dean asked.
"The car. Little Bastard." Jim clarified.
Dean looked at Jim, with a stunned expression, "Li—Little Bastard? As in the Little Bastard?"
Sam turned to Dean, "Wait, wait, wait, uh, what's Little Bastard?"
"It's James Dean's car. It's the one he was killed in." Dean offered.
"Yeah, that's the one. Cal had been looking for it for years. I mean, hell, we both had. But he found it first." Jim said.
"Oh we are definitely checking this out." Dean said. Natalie smiled in amusement at how excited Dean was in seeing this car.
Dean walks around the car, inspecting every inch of it, his eyes adorned with admiration. The windshield was stained with blood and a piece of it was missing where Cal's head was.
"So is this like Christine?" Sam asked.
"Christine is fiction. This is real." Dean said.
Sam looked over at Natalie, who raised her brows and shrugged, "Okay. Enlighten us both."
Dean looked over at Sam and Natalie, "Well after James Dean died his mechanic bought the wreckage and he fixed it up. And it repaid him by falling on him. And Tony McHenry was killed when it locked up on the racetrack." Dean looked back down at the car, "I mean, death follows this car around like exhaust. Nobody touches it and comes away in one piece."
Sam hummed in response. "Then, in nineteen-seventy, it vanished off the back of a truck. Nobody's ever seen it since. I'm telling you man, if this car is Little Bastard, I will bet you dollars to donuts it's what killed the guy." Dean offered.
"So, how do we find out?" Sam asked.
"Cal matched the VIN number, but the only real way to know is the engine number." Dean added.
Sam nods, "I'm guessing the engine number?"
Dean gazed over at him, "On the engine. Yep." Dean sighed and took off his jacket. Natalie could feel a sense of nervousness about this. She didn't know if she truly believed this car could be the cause but she has seen stranger things. Sam takes off his jacket as well and sets it aside. The two of them stare at the car with a small hesitation.
Sam turns to Dean, "You want me to do it."
"No...no, I've got it." Dean answered. He looks down at the car, "Okay, baby. I'm not gonna hurt you, so...please don't hurt me."
Dean slowly lies down on a roller board with a pencil in his mouth, then rolls himself under the car, his eyes leveled at a printed number on the engine. Sam and Natalie look at each other, the tension that was building was slowly suffocating the both of them. The car suddenly shudders causing Sam and Natalie to stare at the car with wide eyes.
Sam carefully makes his way over to the car and kneels on the ground, looking under the vehicle at Dean. "Need a flashlight?"
Dean jumps and shakes his head, "No. Don't...do anything, just go away."
"You—uh, okay." Sam said.
"Don't speak. Alright? In fact, don't even look at her, both of you, she might not like that." Dean said.
Sam stands back up and walks over to Natalie. The two of them keep their eyes focused on the car and are startled when it shudders once again. Dean finally rolls out from under the car and takes a deep breath. Dean stands up and hands the paper over to Sam.
"Find out who owned it. Not just the last owner, you gotta take it all the way back to nineteen-fifty-five." Dean said.
"That's a lot of research." Sam said.
Dean shrugged, "Well, I guess I just made your afternoon." Dean sighs and looks over at Natalie, who was giving him a look he couldn't read, before walking away.
Natalie turns to Sam, "Well, guess you and I should head back to the motel and start the research." Sam offered her a small smile before they left the garage.
Sam and Natalie continued browsing through papers and checking for information on the internet. It felt like they had been at this for days when really it had only been a few hours. Natalie rubbed the sides of her head, feeling her headache beginning to come back.
Natalie got up and went over to her bag, pulled out what was left of the medicine Dean had bought her, and took two pills. She popped them in her mouth and quickly swallowed.
"Well, I think we have tracked down all of the previous owners." Sam said.
Natalie sighed in relief and sat back down in the chair across from him, "Good. I have to say, I don't know how you can handle doing all of this research."
Sam laughed, "It's what I have always done, plus, I don't really mind. Though sometimes it can get tiring." Sam pulled out his phone from his pocket, "We should call him to give him the info."
Sam dialed out Dean's number, put the phone on speaker, and placed it down on the table.
"Yo."
"Hey, it took us a while but we were able to trace all of the car's previous owners." Sam said.
"Any of 'em die bloody?" Dean asked. Natalie and Sam heard someone breaking a triangle of pool balls and they looked at each other. "Dean are you in a bar?" Sam asked.
There was a small silence on the other end, "No, I-I'm in a restaurant." "Here's your beer."
Natalie shakes her head while Sam rolled his eyes, "That happens to have a bar as well."
"We have been working our asses off here...and you are over at a bar." Sam said.
"Hey, world's smallest violin, pal, I spend the afternoon up Christina's skirt. I need a drink." Dean defended.
Natalie scoffed, "Yeah, okay Dean. But, just listen because we have some info to give you."
"Alright, shoot."
"The car's first owner was a cardiologist in Philadelphia; drove it 'til he died in nineteen seventy two." Sam added.
"So you're saying?"
"That Porsche is not, nor has it ever been, James Dean's car. It's a fake Little Bastard." Sam finished.
"Well then what was it that killed the guy?"
"Good question. We are going to have to get more information." Sam said.
"Right, let me finish up here and I'll be back there soon."
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