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I do not own any of the characters (except for Alex and any other original characters) and I do not own any of the story lines.

Chapter 16: Somethin' 'Bout a Truck

Sam spread out the map on the hood of the Impala at the gas station. Alex looked at it with him. Dean was standing by the trunk of the car, listening to a voicemail.

"Okay. I think I've found a way to bypass the construction east of here. We might make it to Pennsylvania faster than we thought," said Sam.

Dean shut his phone then and walked back over to his brother and sister.

"Yeah. Problem is we're not going to Pennsylvania."

"What?"

"I just got a call from an old friend. Her father was killed last night. She thinks it might be our kind of thing."

"What?" asked Sam.

"Yeah. Believe me, she never would've called if she didn't need us," said Dean.

He climbed into his seat behind the wheel and Sam folded up the map, climbing in after Alex. Once Dean had pulled out onto the road, Alex looked at him.

"So, by an old friend, you mean…"

"A friend who isn't new."

"Or a fuck buddy," said Alex.

"Shut up," said Dean.

"So, what's her name?" asked Sam.

"Cassie."

"Well, you never mentioned her before."

Alex leaned her head on the back of Sam's seat and looked at Dean.

"Yeah, we went out," said Dean, his eyes never wavering from the road.

Alex gasped.

"You mean, you went out with someone? For more than one night?" she asked.

Sam laughed and Dean finally looked at them.

"Am I speaking a language you don't understand? Dad and I were working a job in Ohio. She was finishing college and we went out for a couple weeks."

"And?" asked Sam.

Dean said nothing and Alex sighed.

"Look, it's terrible what happened to her dad. But it also sounds like a car accident which isn't what we do."

Alex narrowed her eyes and looked at Dean.

"Which... How does she know what we do?"

Dean looked at the road, licking his lips once and not responding.

"You told her? Dean, what the fuck?" yelled Alex.

"Dude, our big family rule number one. We do what we do and we shut up about it. For a year and a half, I lied to Jessica and then you date this chick in Ohio and tell her everything? Dean!" yelled Sam.

Alex smacked the side of Dean's head, making him flinch away from her. Sam shook his head and looked out his window. Their trip continued on in silence.

Alex and Sam climbed out of the car in silence a few hours later, still angry with Dean. Dean sighed and led the way up the concrete steps to the main doors of the local town's newspaper office. Cool air hit Alex's arms as they stepped inside the lobby and she shivered. Sam sighed and grabbed the bottom of his sweatshirt, lifting it over his head. His shirt rode up with it, revealing his toned stomach and six pack abs. A woman strode past them and openly gaped at Sam's stomach. Alex noticed and smiled, winking towards the woman.

"He's single, lady."

The woman's face turned crimson and she swiftly walked into the elevator. Dean laughed and Sam shook his head, a small smile playing on his lips. He handed Alex his sweatshirt and she slipped it over her head, the sweatshirt engulfing her petite frame. She leaned up on her tiptoes and gently kissed Sam's cheek.

"Thanks, Sammy."

He nodded and they followed Dean into the elevator to the second floor. They stepped out into an office space. Dean walked over to a petite, black woman. She had dark, curly hair and a heart-shaped face. Her eyes were a chocolate brown and she walked up to them, smiling widely.

"Dean."

"Hey, Cassie," said Dean.

He smiled and Alex nudged Sam. He looked at Dean and Cassie smiling at one another and smiled himself. Dean shook his head and cleared his throat, looking back at his siblings.

"These are the twins. That's Sam and that's Alex."

Dean pointed each one of them out and they smiled.

"Sorry about your dad," said Dean once the introductions were done, facing Cassie once more.

"Yeah. Me, too," said Cassie sadly.

She smiled up at Dean warmly and Alex smiled.

Cassie brought out four cups of black coffee, handing a cup to each of the siblings and then sipping one herself. She sat across from them in a flowered armchair as Alex, Dean, and Sam sat on her couch.

"My mom's a mess. She was worried about Dad."

"Why?" asked Dean.

"He was, um, seeing things," answered Cassie, her gaze on the floor.

"Like what?"

"He swore he saw an awful looking black truck following him."

"Who was the driver?" asked Alex, sipping her coffee.

"He never said anything about the driver. He said it would appear and disappear. In the accident, Dad's truck was dented."

"Are you sure the dent wasn't there before?" asked Sam.

Cassie shook her head adamantly.

"There wasn't a scratch on it before."

"And the first person killed was a friend of your dad's?" asked Dean.

"Yeah, Clayton Stone. They owned the car dealership together. Same thing."

Cassie's eyes suddenly filled with tears as she set down her coffee cup.

"And you think this vanishing truck ran them off the road?" asked Sam.

Cassie sighed and looked at them, her eyes watery

"Look, I'm a little skeptical about this ghost stuff. Or whatever it is you all are into."

Cassie waved her hand into the air in a 'whatever' gesture while Alex laughed. Sam and Dean chuckled.

"Huh, 'skeptical'. If I remember right, you said that I was nuts," recalled Dean.

Cassie looked at him.

"That was then," she whispered.

Dean nodded, unconvinced, and Cassie rolled her eyes.

"I just know that I can't explain what happened, so I called you."

Suddenly, the door opened and everyone stood up. Cassie walked over to the front door and disappeared for a while. A few minutes later, she led an older woman into the room.

"Mom, this is Dean, a friend of mine from…"

Cassie paused for a second, trying to decide how to describe her relationship with Dean.

"A friend from college. And these two are his siblings, Alex and Sam. They're twins, Mom."

"Mrs. Robinson, we're sorry for your loss. We'd like to talk to you for a minute if you don't mind," said Dean.

She glared at him in response and walked past him to the stairs, completely ignoring all of them.

The siblings were standing at the front desk of a local motel, trying to get a room. It was 3:00 AM and Dean was pleading with the man behind the desk.

"Buddy, we really need a room. Please."

The clerk sighed and looked at Dean.

"We don't have any rooms available. Sorry."

Dean sighed and continued arguing with him. Alex sighed and pulled Sam with her around the corner. She pulled off his sweatshirt and handed it back to him.

"What are you doing?" asked Sam as he watched her rake her fingers through her hair.

"Um, getting us a room."

She unbuttoned the first four buttons of her blouse and looked into the mirror hanging on the wall. Her cleavage was clearly visible if she leaned down at all and the top of her black, lacy bra could be seen clearly when she was standing up straight.

"Alex, I don't like this. Dean won't, either."

"Shut it, Sam. Do you want to sleep in a nice warm bed tonight?"

Alex raised her eyebrows and Sam sighed, looking at her. His arms were crossed across his chest and his sweatshirt was still in his hands from when Alex had handed it over to him. He nodded and Alex smiled.

"Alright."

She walked back around the corner to see Dean staring down the front desk clerk. She walked over to Dean and pushed him aside gently. She leaned over the desk slightly and the clerk, who was only 18 or 19 years old, let his eyes travel down to her cleavage without even trying to hide it. Dean glared and Sam held onto Dean's arm so that he wouldn't attack the kid.

"Hi. I'm Alex. You know, I really need a room to stay in tonight. I've been on the road for a long time and I know that you have a room available, so if you could give me the keys, that would be really great."

Alex reached her hand out and let her fingers ghost over the kid's cheek. The kid gulped and continued looking down at her cleavage as he replied.

"Um, we don't have any rooms available. I'm really sorry."

Alex sighed and stood up straight, her hand leaving the kid's face.

"Oh, well. I guess I'll be leaving then."

She turned around and swayed her hips as she walked, tormenting the young teenager even more. She looked over at Sam and Dean, smirking as the kid finally called out to her.

"Wait!"

She turned back around and walked over to the kid.

"We have the honeymoon suite available. You can stay in there."

Alex smiled and took the key card out of the kid's hand.

"Thanks."

"Are you staying with those guys?" whispered the kid, nodding towards Sam and Dean.

Alex smiled.

"Yep. They're my brothers."

She stuck the key card in her pocket and followed her brothers out of the front lobby.

The next morning, Sam and Dean were looking at their reflections in the motel room mirror that hung on the wall. Alex was hogging the bathroom mirror, the door open slightly so that she could hear her brothers talking.

"Well, I'll give Cassie this. She's fearless," said Sam.

He grabbed his suit jacket from off of the bed and shrugged it on. He grabbed both his and Dean's ties and walked back to the mirror, handing Dean one of the ties. Alex opened the bathroom door all the way.

"Yeah. I bet she kicked your ass more than once," said Alex as she finally left the bathroom.

She sighed as Sam undid his tie, trying to get it right.

"Let me do it."

She gently grabbed his tie from his hands and tied it correctly, smoothing it down against his shirt when she was done.

"What's interesting is that you never look at one another at the same time," said Sam.

Dean glared over at him and Sam threw up his hands in surrender.

"It's just an observation, bro."

"I think we have more pressing issues," ground out Dean.

He shrugged on his suit jacket and walked out the door.

"I think you hit a nerve, Sammy."

Alex smiled and walked out the door with Sam trailing behind her.

The Winchester siblings walked up to two men who were sitting at the end of a dock fishing. The men looked at them as they stood beside them.

"Hi. We're with Mr. Anderson's insurance company. We were wondering if he'd seen anything unusual prior to his death, like visions or hallucinations," explained Sam.

"What company did you say that you were with?" asked one of the men, glancing up at Sam.

"All National Mutual. Did he ever mention seeing a big, black truck?" asked Dean.

The men looked over at him then.

"Son, is this truck a scary lookin' thing?" asked the second man.

Dean nodded. The man nodded once, curtly. his eyes returning to his fishing pole as he answered.

"I've heard of it."

He sighed deeply before continuing on.

"Back in the sixties, there was a string of deaths. Black men. Story goes, they disappeared in a big, black truck."

"Did they catch the guy who did it?" asked Alex.

Both men shook their heads.

"Never found him. Hell, I'm not sure that they even looked."

The siblings exchanged glances.

"Thank you, gentlemen."

The Winchesters turned and began walking back down the dock toward the car, stepping onto the black asphalt parking lot. Alex stepped in front of Sam and Dean and stopped.

"These deaths are all connected to Cassie. Dean, you need to talk to her and finish your unfinished business with her."

"Yeah. Dean, what's going on with you two?" asked Sam, pulling on his tie to loosen it.

Dean looked between his two siblings, sighing.

"Okay. So, maybe we were more involved than I said. A lot more, maybe. And I told her the family secret when I shouldn't have."

Alex looked over at Dean sympathetically.

"Look, everyone's got to get close to someone," said Sam.

"Yeah, I don't. I mean, look how it ended!"

Dean threw up his hands with frustration. Alex looked over at Dean, grinning.

"You loved her. You loved her and then you dumped her."

Dean looked up at them, his eyebrows raised.

"Oh, whoa. She dumped you!" said Alex with surprise.

Sam's eyebrows rose.

"Get in the car. Get in the car!" yelled Dean angrily, turning away from them and heading for his beloved Impala.

Alex looked at Dean's back sadly as she walked around to the other side of the car with Sam.

Later that night, Dean glanced over towards his brother and sister as they slept on their shared bed. Alex was curled up under Sam's left arm, her head resting in the crook of his elbow. Sam was turned into Alex, his right arm resting by her head. Dean smiled and quietly sneaked out of the room, shutting the door gently behind him and locking it as well.

Dean knocked on Cassie's front door lightly. Cassie answered almost immediately and let him inside.

"Are you busy?" asked Dean.

"The paper's doing a tribute to Jimmy," answered Cassie.

Dean nodded once.

"It's got to be tough."

"Sometimes. Where are Alex and Sam?"

"Um, not here. Anyway, I'm trying to find a connection between all of the victims."

Cassie nodded, looking away from Dean.

"By the way, did you talk to your mom about what the mayor said about not being racist?" asked Dean.

Cassie nodded slightly.

"I did. She didn't want to talk about it. At all."

"Right."

Dean watched as Cassie walked behind her office desk, her hand trailing across the desk gently. Dean looked at her the whole time.

"So, why did you ask where my brother and sister were?"

"No reason."

Cassie looked down at her feet then.

"It wasn't important."

"Could it be because with them, it's easier talking with me?"

Cassie's head snapped up then to meet Dean's stare.

"It's not easier."

"Alright. Then we'll keep it strictly business."

Dean walked over to Cassie's desk and sifted through the papers on top of it. Cassie stood behind the desk still and rolled her eyes at Dean as he searched through the papers.

"I forgot that you do that thing where when we get close, you shut the door on me," said Cassie, her arms folded across her chest and her eyebrows raised.

Dean sighed angrily and threw the papers back down onto the desk. He walked over behind the desk and stood a few feet away from her, essentially trapping her behind her desk.

"I'm not the one that slammed that final door. I was totally up front with you back then."

Cassie scoffed as she rolled her eyes.

"Yeah. The guy I'm hoping I might be with in my future tells me that he professionally pops ghosts and that he now has to leave to go and work with his father! How does that sound to you, Dean?"

"It was the truth, Cassie! And it wasn't insane when you needed my help."

"Well, back then, I thought that you wanted to dump me," whispered Cassie.

"Wow. Let's not forget who dumped who, okay?"

"I thought that it was what you wanted! I didn't mean to hurt you. I'm sorry," said Cassie, looking up at Dean, her face incredibly sad.

"Yeah. Me, too."

Dean took that one final step and kissed her hungrily. She returned the kiss, shoving off his black leather jacket and jumping into his arms, wrapping her legs around his waist. Dean held the bottom of Cassie's thighs tightly as he carried her up the stairs and into her bedroom quickly,kicking the door closed behind them with one foot. He gently laid Cassie down onto her bed and removed his shirt. Cassie removed her own shirt and reached behind her, unsnapping her bra. She unzipped her jeans and kicked them off. Dean looked down at her, standing in front of her in only his boxers. Cassie sat up and pulled his boxers down slowly. Once they were completely off, Dean laid down on top of Cassie and hooked his fingers into the sides of her underwear. He pulled them off of her and then he slid up her body, kissing her gently.

"Condom?" he whispered against her pink lips.

Cassie nodded and reached over to her nightstand, opening the top drawer and pulling one out of the box. She handed it to Dean and he slid it on. He looked into Cassie's eyes as he slid into her, both of them moaning at the sensation.

Alex opened her eyes and looked around. She saw that the TV was still on, the volume down to the lowest possible setting. Leonardo DiCaprio was on the screen, talking to Kate Winslet.

"Aww, Titanic," whispered Alex.

She smiled and removed Sam's arm from behind her head. She sat up, swinging her legs around the edge of the bed and feeling the cold floor with her feet. She glanced over at Dean's bed and smirked when she saw that it was empty. She looked over at the alarm clock that was resting on the nightstand and saw that it was almost four in the morning.

"Dean's getting laid."

She gently hit Sam and he sat up quickly, reaching under his pillow and grabbing the knife out from under it.

"What is it?" he asked, his eyes wide as he looked around for an intruder.

"Nothing. Except that Dean's gone and it's almost four in the morning," said Alex, nodding over towards Dean's empty bed.

Sam looked over towards Dean's bed and smiled.

"That lucky fucker."

Alex giggled.

"Whatever. Go back to sleep. I'll sleep in Dean's bed tonight."

"'Kay," agreed Sam, already placing the knife back under his pillow and closing his eyes as he laid back down.

Sam was asleep within seconds, his snores filling the now silent room. Alex got up and moved over to Dean's bed, pulling the covers around herself and falling asleep quickly.

"We should fight more often," said Cassie, smiling serenely.

Her head was lying on Dean's chest, Dean's arm wrapped around her shoulders.

"Absolutely," agreed Dean.

Cassie laughed.

"Actually, we were always pretty good at fighting," said Dean.

"It's all the other stuff we weren't good at," said Cassie.

"Hey, I tried. I told you who I really was and that's a big first for me."

"Why did you tell me?" asked Cassie.

Dean shrugged.

"I don't know. I guess I couldn't lie to you."

Dean ran his hand up and down her naked side slowly.

"Dean, you told me that story and it scared the hell out of me. I thought you were nuts. Dangerous, even."

Cassie sighed sadly.

"Maybe I was looking for a reason to walk away."

Cassie took her head off of his chest then and looked up at him. Dean stared into her face.

"In my line of work, I see some horrible things. Things that can't be explained. I deal with 'em. But workin' things out with you…"

Dean trailed off and Cassie grinned.

"I'm a scary one alright."

Dean chuckled and Cassie placed her head back onto his chest, sighing.

"You know, usually things get worked out if you really want them to," said Cassie.

"Yeah, but I'm still involved in my dad's work."

"No more excuses, okay? For you or me," vowed Cassie.

"Okay."

Dean nodded and leaned down to kiss her. Dean was deepening the kiss when his phone rang. He separated from Cassie and leaned over the bed, grabbing his phone from out of his jeans pocket.

"Yeah?"

Dean listened and his eyebrows rose.

"You're kidding."

Dean walked up to the crime scene tape and crouched underneath it, walking towards his siblings. Alex nudged Sam when she saw Dean and they turned around, both sporting identical grins.

"Hey, bro. Where were you last night? You didn't come back to the motel. I'm guessin' that you worked things out with Cassie," said Alex.

Sam nodded and Dean shook his head at his siblings.

"You know what? Sometimes you two look so much alike that it's really creepy, even for twins."

Alex and Sam both chuckled.

"So... How was your night last night?" asked Alex, nudging her oldest brother with her elbow.

Dean ignored her completely and looked at the crime scene a few feet in front of them.

"What happened here?"

"Bones crushed. Police are stumped. Looks like somethin' ran him over," said Sam.

"Somethin' like a truck?"

"Yep."

"But the mayor's white."

Dean looked back at his siblings. They both nodded in agreement.

"Yeah, this killing didn't happen on the road, either. It doesn't fit the pattern," said Alex.

Dean sat down at Cassie's desk at the newspaper office later that morning. She walked over, handed him a cup of coffee, and sat down next to him.

"We need to find a connection between the killings in the sixties and now. There's not a lot in the paper," said Dean.

"Not surprising. Probably minimal police work, too," grumbled Cassie.

She looked over at Dean as his phone rang and he answered.

"Yeah?"

"Okay. The courthouse records show that Mr. and Mrs. Mayor bought an abandoned property. The previous owner was the Dorian family for like, one hundred and fifty years," said Alex on the other end of the call.

She popped her gum directly through the phone and Dean gritted his teeth. He turned to face Cassie.

"Didn't you say that the Dorian family used to own this paper?" he asked her.

"Along with everything else around here," nodded Cassie.

Dean typed something into the computer in front of him on Cassie's desk and then he spoke to Alex through his cell phone, reading off of the computer screen.

"Cyrus Dorian vanished April of 1963. The case was investigated, but never solved."

"Well, Sam pulled up some papers on the Dorian place. Must've been in bad shape when the mayor bought it."

"Why's that?"

"The first thing that he did was bulldoze the place, for starters."

"Mayor Todd knocked down the Dorian place?" asked Dean, looking towards Cassie now and holding the phone away from his mouth as he covered the receiver with his palm.

Cassie nodded. He returned his cell phone to his ear.

"You got a date?" he asked his sister.

"The third of last month."

Dean typed the date into the computer and an article popped up almost instantly.

"The first killing was the very next day," stated Dean, his eyebrows raised.

Alex, Dean, and Sam were sitting in their motel room, relaxing. Alex was watching Final Destination 3 on the motel room TV and Sam was watching it with her as they laid on their shared motel room bed. Dean looked over at the TV just as his phone rang. He grabbed it and flipped it open in one swift motion.

"Hello?"

"Dean, it's Cassie. Um, the truck was just at my house. Can you come over?"

"Be right there."

Dean snapped his phone closed and stood up.

"We've got to go. Cassie just saw the truck."

Dean and Cassie sat on one couch together in Cassie's living room while Alex and Sam sat on the love-seat. Cassie's mom was sitting in the flowered armchair directly across from Cassie and Dean.

"Did you see the driver?" asked Dean, looking over towards Cassie.

"There seemed to be no one," said Cassie, shaking her head.

Sam nodded and looked towards Mrs. Robinson then.

"Mrs. Robinson, Cassie said that your husband saw the truck right before he died."

Mrs. Robinson said nothing, looking away from all of them.

Dean sighed angrily.

"Look, your daughter could die. If you know something, now would be a good time to tell us about it," said Dean.

Cassie's mother finally looked at the Winchesters and her own daughter.

"Yes, he said he saw a truck," said Mrs. Robinson.

"Did he know whom it belonged to?" asked Alex.

"He thought that he did."

"Who?"

"Cyrus. A man named Cyrus," answered Mrs. Robinson.

Alex looked over at Dean then, who pulled out the newspaper article he had printed out about Cyrus Dorian and unfolded it.

"Is this Cyrus?"

He handed the article over to Mrs. Robinson. She took it from him, but never looked at it. She fidgeted with her necklace instead, looking down at the hardwood floor of her daughter's living room.

"Cyrus Dorian died over forty years ago," she finally answered, her necklace still in hands.

Alex looked over at her, confused.

"How do you know that he died? The paper only said that he went missing."

Mrs. Robinson said nothing. Alex sighed, frustrated with the older woman.

"How do you know that he died?" pushed Alex.

Mrs. Robinson looked up, tears in her eyes.

"We were all very young. I dated Cyrus awhile, and Martin. In secret, of course. When I broke it off with Cyrus, he found out about Martin. He changed."

Mrs. Robinson had a far-off look in her eyes.

"Oh, his hatred was frightening," she whispered.

"The string of murders," stated Dean.

She nodded.

"There were rumors. People of color disappearing into some kind of truck. Nothing was ever done."

Mrs. Robinson looked into her daughter's face.

"Martin and I were going to be married in that little church in town, but we decided to elope last minute."

"And Cyrus?" asked Dean.

"The day we were married was the day that someone set fire to the church."

Mrs. Robinson began to cry sadly, tears falling down her face.

"There was a children's choir practicing in there. They all died."

Cassie shook her head sadly.

"Did the attacks stop after that?" asked Sam.

"No, there was one more."

Mrs. Robinson took in a deep breath to steel herself.

"One night, Cyrus and Martin came to blows and Cyrus beat Martin, but Martin got loose. Martin started hitting Cyrus. And hitting him and hitting him."

"Why didn't he call the police?" asked Alex.

Mrs. Robinson scoffed.

"This was forty years ago. Instead, he called on Clayton and Jimmy and they helped put Cyrus' body in the truck. They rolled the truck into the swamp and then they kept that secret all of these years."

"And now all three are gone," stated Sam.

"And the mayor," said Alex.

"He said that he was the last one to ask about being racist. Why would he say that?" asked Dean.

"He was the deputy back then. Once he figured out what Martin had done, he did nothing," said Mrs. Robinson.

"Why didn't you tell me?" asked Cassie, looking over at her mother sadly.

"I thought that I was protecting them. And now, there's no one left to protect."

"Yes, there is," said Dean.

He looked over at Cassie then as Cassie reached out for her mother's hand, grabbing it and then squeezing it reassuringly.

Sam and Alex leaned on the hood of the Impala later that night while Dean stood directly beside them.

"Oh, my life was so simple. School, exams, papers on social norms," said Sam.

Dean leaned against the hood of his car with them, his hands stuffed into his jacket pockets.

"I guess that I saved you from boring."

"I miss boring," sighed Sam sadly.

"Alright. So, this killer truck-" started Dean.

Sam laughed, cutting Dean off.

"I miss conversations that don't start with 'this killer truck.'"

Alex laughed with her brothers.

"So, this Cyrus guy, when he died, the swamp became his tomb and the spirit became dormant," said Dean.

"What woke it up?" asked Alex.

"The construction on the Dorian house. Or the deconstruction," said Sam.

"You know that we're going to have to dredge that body up from the swamp, right?" asked Dean.

Sam nodded and Alex shivered with disgust. Cassie approached them then and Dean stood up from his seat.

"Okay, my mom's asleep. So now what?"

"Well, you stay put and watch her. We'll be back. And don't leave the house," said Dean.

Cassie rolled her eyes.

"Don't be demanding. I hate it."

Alex and Sam grinned and chuckled.

"Don't leave the house. Please?" rephrased Dean.

Cassie smiled then and Dean leaned in to kiss her. Alex made gagging noises while Sam coughed loudly. Dean held up his middle finger, flipping his siblings off and Alex rolled her eyes. Dean finally pulled away from Cassie and walked over to his side of the car. Cassie walked away from all three Winchester siblings as Sam and Alex climbed into the car after their older brother.

"Oh, Dean. Kiss me," mocked Alex, making kissing noises directly into Dean's ear.

"Shut it," said Dean grumpily, glaring over at the two of them.

Alex and Sam laughed hysterically.

Dean climbed out of the machine that he had used to drag the truck out of the water. He walked over to Sam and Alex and looked at the old, disgusting truck.

"Now I know what she sees in you," said Alex, never turning away from the truck.

"What?"

"Come on, bro. Just admit it. You still love her," said Sam.

"Can we focus please?" asked Dean.

Dean pulled out the matches from the one of the pockets of his leather jacket, Alex held the flashlight, and Sam held the gasoline can. Dean opened the truck door and pulled the decomposing body out of the front seat. Alex gagged at the rancid smell and Sam poured the gasoline directly on top of the body, his hand covering his mouth as he poured all of it onto the body. Dean poured some salt on the body as well and then he threw the matches on top.

"Think that'll do it?" asked Alex as she watched the dead body burn with her brothers.

Suddenly, the truck started up by itself, shining its headlights onto the siblings.

"I guess not," said Dean, his eyes wide as he stared directly into the big, black truck's very bright headlights.

"So, burning the body had no effect on that thing?" asked Sam.

"Sure it did. Now, it's really pissed," said Dean.

He then ran over to the Impala, pulling open the trunk.

"Where are you going?" asked Sam.

"For a ride. That rusted piece of shit, you all have got to burn it."

Dean threw a duffel bag over towards Alex. She caught it easily and watched Dean pull away from them in his beloved Impala.

"How do we burn a truck?" asked Sam, throwing up his hands with frustration.

Alex let out a breath and simply shrugged her shoulders.

Sam looked through a map while Alex held the flashlight directly above him. Her cell phone rang and she pulled it out, sandwiching it between her ear and her cheek as she continued holding the light for Sam.

"Hey, you've got to give us a minute," said Alex.

"I don't have a minute! What are we doing?" yelled Dean through his cell phone.

"Um, we'll get back to you."

Alex hung up swiftly and then she dialed Cassie's number.

"Cassie? It's Alex. Sam and I need some information and it has to be exactly right."

Alex listened for a few minutes, nodding occasionally, Cassie giving her the information that she had called for.

"Thanks a million, girl."

Alex hung up and then she quickly dialed Dean's number, placing her cell phone up to her ear while Sam looked over the map quickly.

"Dean? Where are you?" asked Alex as soon as her brother picked up on the other end of the call.

"I'm in the middle of nowhere with a damn killer truck on my ass!" yelled back Dean.

"Dean, we have to know exactly where you are."

Dean looked around for a street sign, spotting one almost immediately.

"Decatur Road," he answered.

Alex nodded, Sam pointing a route out on the map in front of them.

"Okay, alright. Up ahead, turn right. Then turn left. Then, go exactly seven-tenths of a mile and stop the car immediately after that."

"Stop?"

"Yes, but it has to be exactly seven-tenths, Dean."

Alex waited for a few silent, tense minutes, looking over at Sam and biting her lip very nervously.

"Dean, are you still there? What's happening?" she finally asked.

"It's staring at me. What do I do?"

"Just what you are doing. Bringin' it to you."

Alex heard Dean's cell phone hit the Impala's passenger seat, but then she heard absolutely nothing.

"Dean? Are you still there? Dean!"

"Where'd it go?" asked Dean, picking his phone back up quickly.

"Dean, you're right where the church was," said Alex.

"What church?"

"The place that Cyrus burned down all those years ago. Where he murdered all of those little kids."

"There's not a whole lot left."

"Well, it's hallowed ground. When evil spirits pass over hallowed ground, they disappear. We thought that maybe it would work."

"Only maybe? What if you were wrong?"

Alex shrugged, looking over at her twin brother. He shrugged as well.

"Huh. That thought honestly hadn't occurred to me or Sam."

Alex hung up then and then she sighed with relief.

The very next morning, Cassie walked Dean over to his Impala.

"My mother said to tell you all thanks," she said.

Dean nodded slightly.

"Well, it's a better goodbye than last time," said Cassie.

"Maybe this one won't be so permanent," said Dean.

Cassie smiled over at him warmly.

"You know what? I'm a realist. I don't see much hope for us, Dean."

Dean nodded once, curtly.

"I've seen stranger things happen."

"Goodbye, Dean."

"I'll see you, Cassie. I will."

She gently pressed her pink lips to his and then stepped back after only a few seconds. Dean nodded towards her once more and then he got into his car where Alex and Sam were already waiting. He pulled away, Cassie waving to all three siblings as the Impala disappeared around the corner from her.

"I like her," said Alex, after Dean had been driving for about an hour.

"Yeah, me, too," said Sam.

Dean looked over towards both of his siblings, smiling.