Outside, Night Cape Girardeau, Missouri

Third Person POV

A car moves down the road, radio talking about the unseasonably cold weather. A black man sits behind the wheel. The radio crackles and dies.

A large black truck approaches behind his car, moving quickly. The man looks in his review mirror.

"What the...?" the man asks.

The vehicles race along the road until the truck backends the sedan once, and then again.

The radio comes back to life, talking about politics. The truck is suddenly gone. The man continues driving, watching his review mirror. Suddenly bright headlights shine through his windscreen. The truck is waiting. The man skids to a halt, backs up and turns to go the other way. The truck is revving.

He is back ended again and fights to control the car as it swerves on the icy road. He is back ended once last time and loses control, leaving the road and crashing through a cemetery. The car flips, bounces, and skids to a halt. The truck cruises to a stop, revs a few times, then backs up and disappears into thin air.


Outside of a Gas Station

May 3, 2006

Laila POV

Sam is looking at a map laid out on top of the car, Dean has his phone to his ear, I am painting someone for money, and Lorelai is playing her violin for cash.

"Ok. I think I found a way we can bypass that construction just east of here. We might even make Pennsylvania faster than we thought." Sam says.

Taking my time

Choosin' my line

Trying to decide what to do

Looks like my stop

Don't wanna get off

Got myself hung up on you

Dean lowers his phone and looking thoughtful. "Yeah. Problem is, we're not going to Pennsylvania." De says.

Seems to me

You don't want to talk about it

Seems to me

You just turn your pretty head and walk away

"We what?" Sam asks.

Places I've known

Things that I'm growin'

Don't taste the same without you

I got myself in

The worst mess I've been

And I find myself startin' to doubt you

"I just got a call from an, uh, old friend. Her father was killed last night, think it might be our kind of thing." Dean says.

Seems to me

Talk all night here comes the mornin'

Seems to me

You just forget what we said and greet the day

Seems to me

You don't wanna talk about it

Seems to me

You just turn your pretty head and walk away

"What?" Sam asks.

I've got to cool myself down

Stomping around

Thinkin' some words I can't name ya

Meet ya half way

I got nothing to say

Still I don't s'pose I can blame ya

Seems to me

You don't want to talk about it

Seems to me

You just turn your pretty head and walk away

Walk away

"Yeah. Believe me, she never woulda called, never, if she didn't need us." De tells Sammy.

De gets into his Impala, while Lore's in her 780-mile 2005 Porsche Carrera GT, and I in my 1994 Jaguar XJ220. "Come on, are you coming or not?" De asks us.


Dean POV

The Impala, Porsche, and Jaguar cruise down the road, fields on one side, a lake on the other.

"By old friend you mean...?" Sam asks.

"A friend that's not new." I speak.

"Oh yeah, thanks. So, her name's Cassie huh? You never mentioned her..." Sam says.

"Didn't I?" I ask.

A long pause, Sam looks at me expectantly.

"Yeah, we went out." I tell Sam.

"You mean you dated somebody? For more than one night?" Sam asks me.

"Am I speaking a language you're not getting here? Dad, Laila, Lorelai, and I were working a job in Ohio, she was finishing up college. We went out for a coupla weeks." I tell Sam

"And...?" Sam asks me.

I shrug slightly.

"Look, it's terrible about her dad, but it kinda sounds like a standard car accident. I'm not seeing how it fits with what we do. Which by the way, how does she know what we do?" Sam asks me.

I start to get shifty.

"You told her! You told her the secret! Our big family rule number one. We do what we do, and we shut up about it. For a year and a half, I do nothing but lie to Jessica, and you go out with this chick in Ohio a coupla times and you tell her everything?" Sam asks me.

I stay silent, staring straight ahead.

"Dean!' Sam says, after I say nothing.

"Yeah. Looks like." I speak.

I continue staring ahead and put my foot down. Sam does the bitchface, shaking his head.


Inside the Newspaper Office

May 5, 2006

Laila POV

"It's a newspaper we put out, not a bulletin for the Mayor's office." Jimmy says.

"Get off your soapbox Jimmy, I'm urging a little discretion is all." a middle-aged white man says.

Yeah, breakfast at Tiffany's and bottles of bubbles
Girls with tattoos who like getting in trouble
Lashes and diamonds, ATM machines
Buy myself all of my favorite things (yeah)

"No, I think you're telling us what you want us to print and what you want us to sit on." a young woman says.

Been through some bad shit, I should be a sad bitch

Who woulda thought it'd turn me to a savage?

Rather be tied up with calls and not strings

Write my own checks like I write what I sing, yeah (yeah)

"I know you're upset Cassie; I liked your dad a lot. But I think your grief is clouding your judgment." the Mayor says.

My wrist, stop watchin', my neck is flossy

Make big deposits, my gloss is poppin'

You like my hair? Gee, thanks, just bought it

I see it, I like it, I want it, I got it (yeah)

"Two black people were killed on the same stretch of road in the same way in two weeks." Jimmy says.

I want it, I got it, I want it, I got it

I want it, I got it, I want it, I got it

You like my hair? Gee, thanks, just bought it

I see it, I like it, I want it, I got it (yeah)

Sam, Dean, Lorelai, and I enter the office.

"Jimmy, you're too close to this. Those guys were friends of yours. Again, Cassie, I'm very sorry for your loss." the Mayor says.

Wearing a ring, but ain't gon' be no "Mrs."

Bought matching diamonds for six of my bitches

I'd rather spoil all my friends with my riches

Think retail therapy my new addiction

Whoever said money can't solve your problems

Must not have had enough money to solve 'em

They say, "Which one?" I say, "Nah, I want all of 'em"

Happiness is the same price as red bottoms

The Mayor leaves, Jimmy walks away. Cassie sighs and turns around, looking straight at Dean.

Looking slightly apprehensive, Dean nods at her and grins.

My smile is beamin', my skin is gleamin'

The way it shine, I know you've seen it (you've seen it)

I bought a crib just for the closet

Both his and hers, I want it, I got it, yeah

I want it, I got it, I want it, I got it

I want it, I got it, I want it, I got it (baby)

You like my hair? Gee, thanks, just bought it (oh yeah)

I see it, I like it, I want it, I got it (yeah)

Cassie stares. "Dean." Cassie says.

"Hey Cassie." De tells Cassie.

They stare at each other for a long moment, not speaking. Sam watches, smiling to himself.

Yeah, my receipts, be lookin' like phone numbers

If it ain't money, then wrong number

Black card is my business card

The way it be settin' the tone for me

I don't mean to brag, but I be like, "Put it in the bag, " yeah

When you see them racks, they stacked up like my ass, yeah

Shoot, go from the store to the booth

Make it all back in one loop, give me the loot

Never mind, I got the juice

Nothing but net when we shoot

Look at my neck, look at my jet

Ain't got enough money to pay me respect

Ain't no budget when I'm on the set

If I like it, then that's what I get, yeah

I want it, I got it, I want it, I got it (yeah)

I want it, I got it, I want it, I got it (oh yeah, yeah)

You like my hair? Gee, thanks, just bought it

I see it, I like it, I want it, I got it (yeah)

Dean clears his throat. "This my brother Sam. And you remember my sisters Lorelai, and Laila." De says.

Cassie smiles at Sam, Lore, and I, who return one of our own. Her gaze returns to Dean.

"Sorry about your dad." Dean tells Cassie

"Yeah. Me too." Cassie says.

Dean and Cassie keep staring at each other.


Inside of the House, Lounge Room

Cassie is carrying in a tray of tea and cups. "My mothers in pretty bad shape. I've been staying with her. I wish she wouldn't go off by herself. She's been so nervous and frightened. She was worried about dad." Cassie tells us.

"Why?" De asks Cassie.

Cassie pours tea "He was scared. He was seeing things." Cassie says.

"Like what?" Dean asks.

"He swore he saw an awful-looking black truck following him." Cassie tells us.

"A truck. Who was the driver?" Sam asks Cassie.

Cassie hands us cups of tea. "He didn't talk about a driver. Just the truck. He said it would appear and disappear. And, in the accident, Dad's car was dented, like it had been slammed into by something big." Cassie tells us.

Sam and Lorelai accept their cups. "Thanks. Now you're sure this dent wasn't there before?" Sam and Lorelai ask.

Dean looks at his cup of tea like it's an alien, and quickly deposits it on a side table while I drink out of mine.

"He sold cars. Always drove a new one. There wasn't a scratch on that thing. It had rained hard that night. There was mud everywhere. There was a distinct set of muddy tracks leading from dad's car...leading right to the edge, where he went over." Cassie says. Cassie bows her head, getting her emotions under control. "One set of tracks. His." Cassie says.

"The first was a friend of your fathers?" Dean asks.

"Best friend. Clayton owned the car dealership together. Same thing. Dent. No Tracks. And the cops said exactly what they said about dad. He 'lost control of his car.'" Cassie tells us.

"Can you think of any reason why your father and his partner might be targets?" Dean and I ask.

"No." Cassie says.

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

"When you say it aloud like that...listen, I'm a little skeptical about this...ghost stuff...or whatever it is you guys are into." Cassie says.

Dean huffs. "Skeptical. If I remember, I think you said I was nuts." Dean tells Cassie.

"That was then." Cassie tells Dean.

Cassie and Dean stare at each other again.

"I just know that I can't explain what happened up there. So, I called you." Cassie tells us.

There's a sound of a door opening, and a middle-aged woman enters.

Sam, Dean, Lorelai, and I rise to our feet, Cassie goes to take her mom's arm.

"Mom. Where have you been I was so..." Cassie starts to say.

"I had no idea you'd invited friends over." Mrs. Robinson says.

"Mom, this is Dean, a... friend of mine from... college. And his brother Sam, and his sisters Laila, and Lorelai." Cassie tells her mom.

"Well, I won't interrupt you." Mrs. Robinson says.

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

Mrs. Robinson is slightly affronted. "I'm really not up for that right now." Mrs. Robinson says. She leaves the room, those remaining look at each other.


Outside, Night

Third Person POV

The point of view pans across an open field to a crashed car, wheels spinning. Jimmy is slumped over the wheel, unmoving. On the road the black truck revs it's engine then backs up, disappearing.


Outside, Day, The Same Field

May 6, 2006

Lorelai Winchester POV

The Mayor and Cassie walk among the emergency vehicles.

"Jimmy meant something to this town. He was one of our best. We won't be the same without him." the Mayot tells Cassie.

"Our best seems to be dropping like flies. Clayton, my father, Jimmy." Cassie says.

"What is it exactly you want me to do?" the Mayor asks.

"How about closing this section of road for starters?" Cassie asks.

"Close the main road. The only road in and out of town? Accidents do happen Cassie, and that's what they are. Accidents." the Mayor says.

Dean, Sam, Laila, and I approach and stand behind Cassie.

"Did the cops check for additional dinting on Jimmy's car, see if it was pushed?" Dean asks.

"Who's this?" the Mayor asks Cassie.

"Dean, Sam, Laila, and Lorelai Winchester. Family friends. This is Mayor Harold Todd." Cassie says.

"There's one set of tire tracks. One... doesn't point to foul play." the Mayor says.

"Mayor, the police and town officials take their cues from you. If you're indifferent about..." Cassie starts to say.

"Indifferent!" Mayor Harold says.

"Would you close the road if the victims were white?" Cassie asks.

"You suggesting I'm racist Cassie? I'm the last person you should talk to like that." Harold says.

"And why is that?" Cassie asks.

"Why don't you ask your mother?" Harold suggests. The Mayor walks away, leaving them standing in the field.


Inside the Motel Room

Sam is in trousers, shirt, and a tie, picking up a suit jacket. "I'll say this for her, she's fearless." Sam tells Dean.

"You have no idea." I tell Sammy, dressed in a two-piece suit.

Laila is wearing a dress that makes it look like she looks she work for any department.

Dean is in a suit, fixing tie in the mirror. "Mm-hmm." Dean says.

Sam grins. "Bet she kicked your ass a coupla times." Sam jokes.

Dean glances at him then returns to the mirror.

"What's interesting is you guys never really look at each other at the same time. You look at her when she's not looking, she checks you out when you look away." Sam says. He grins. "It's just a... just an interesting observation in a... you know...observationally interesting way." Sam tells De.

"You think we might have more pressing issues here?" De asks Sam.

"Hey, if I'm hitting a nerve." Sam says.

Dean turns away. "Let's go." Dean tells us.

Sam snickers.


The Impala, Porsche, and Jaguar are cruising down a wet country road.


Outside, Day, Docks

Dean, Sam, Laila, and I are walking down a pier. A few people are fishing. We approach two older men having lunch.

"Excuse me. Are you Ron Stubbins?" Sam asks.

Ron nods.

"You were friends with Jimmy Anderson?" Dean asks Ron.

"Who are you?" Ron asks us.

"We're Mr. Anderson's insurance company. We're just here to dot 'I's' and cross 'T's'." Dean says.

"We were just wondering, had the deceased mentioned any unusual recent experiences?" Sam asks.

"What do you mean, unusual?" Ron asks.

"Well visions, hallucinations." Sam says.

"It's part of a medical examination kind of thing. All very standard." Dean says.

"What company did you say you were with?" Ron asks.

"All National Mutual. Tell me, did he ever mention seeing a truck? A big black truck?" Dean asks.

"What the hell you talking about? You even speaking English?" Ron asks.

"Son this truck, a big scary monster looking thing." Ron's friend says.

"Yeah actually, I think so." De says.

"Hmm." the friend says.

"What?" Dean asks.

"I have heard of a truck like that." the friend says.

"You have. Where?" Sam asks.

"Not where. When. Back in the '60s there was a string of deaths. Black men. Story goes, they disappeared in a big, nasty, black truck." the friend says.

"They ever catch the guy who did it?" Dean asks.

"Never found him. Hell, not sure they even really looked. See there was a time, this town wasn't too friendly to all its citizens." the friend says.

"Thank you." Sam says.

Sam, Dean, Laila and I make our way back down the pier to the Impala, Porsche, and Jaguar.

"Truck." De says.

"Keeps coming up, doesn't it?" Sam asks.

"You know, I was thinking. You heard of the flying dutchman?" Dean asks us.

"Yeah, a ghost ship, infused with the captain's evil spirit. It was basically part of him." Sammy says before I can.

Dean nods. "So, what if we're dealing with the same thing? You know, a phantom truck, an extension of some bastard's ghost, re-enacting past crimes." De says.

"The victims have all been black men." Sam says.

"I think it's more than that. They all seem connected to Cassie and her family." De says.

"All right. Well, you work that angle, go talk to her." Sammy tells De.

"Awkward!" I say and I turn around to go back.

"Yeah, I will." De says.

"Oh, and you might also wanna mention that other thing." Sam says.

"What other thing?" De asks.

"The serious, unfinished business?" Sam asks.

Dean remains obstinately silent.

Sam huffs out a laugh. "Dean, what is going on between you two?" Sam asks.

"All right, so maybe we were a little bit more involved than I said." Dean tells Sam.

Sam stares at Dean, waiting. "Oh, Ok." Sam says.

"OK, a lot more. Maybe. And I told her our secret, about what we do. And I shouldn't have." De says.

"Ah look man, everybody's gotta open up to someone sometime." Sam tells De.

"Yeah, I don't. It was stupid to get that close. I mean, look how it ended." De says.

Sam smiles at Dean.

"Would you stop!" Dean tells Sam.

Sam keeps staring and smiling.

"Blink or something!" De tells Sammy.

"You loved her." Sam says.

"Oh God." Dean says, not wanting to get into it. Dean turns to the Impala.

"You were in love with her, but you dumped her." Sam says.

Dean is silent. He stares at the ground, glances at Sam, then looks back to the ground.

"Oh wow. She dumped you." Sam tells Dean, just realizing.

"Get in the car." Dean tells Sam. Dean gets in the Impala himself. "Get in the car!" Dean tells Sam.


Inside of Cassie's House, Night

Dean POV

Cassie sits at the desk in the lounge. There is a knock at the door.

"Dean!" Cassie says.

"Hey." I tell Cassie.

"Hey. Come on in." Cassie tells me.

"So... you busy, or..." I start to say.

"The paper's doing a tribute to Jimmy. I was just going through his stuff...his awards. Trying to find the words." Cassie tells me.

"That's gotta be tough." I tell Cassie.

"For years this family owned the paper. The Dorians? They had a white only policy. After they sold it, Jimmy became the first black reporter. He didn't stop till he became editor. He taught me everything..." Cassie tells me, drifting off. "Where's your brother? Or sisters?" Cassie asks me.

I shrug. "Not here." I tell Cass.

"All right. So, uh, what brings you here?" Cassie asks me.

"Trying to find the connection between the three victims. By the way, did you talk to your mum about, what Todd said about not being a racist?" I ask Cass.

"I did. She didn't want to talk about it." Cass tells me.

"Right." I speak.

There's a short silence.

"So just then, why did you ask where my siblings were?" I ask.

"Nothing. Not important." Cass tells me,

"Could it be because, without them here it's just you and me? Not you, me, Sam, Laila, and Lorelai which would be easier?" I ask her.

"It's not easier...Look, I..." Cass starts to say.

I turn away. "No. Forget it. It's fine. We'll keep it strictly business." I tell Cass.

Cass stares after me. "I forgot you do that." Cass tells me.

"Do what?" I ask.

"Oh. Whenever we get, what's the word...close? Anywhere in the neighborhood of emotional vulnerability, you back off. Or make some joke. Or find any way to shut the door on me." Cass tells me.

I get offended and bark out a laugh. "Oh, that's hilarious." I tell her. I walk back to stand in front of her. "See, I'm not the one who took that big final door and slammed it behind me." I tell Cass.

"Ok wait a minute..." Cass starts to say.

"And I'm not the one who took the key and buried it." I speak.

"Are we done with this metaphor?" Cass asks me.

"Alls I'm saying is I was totally up front with you back then, and you nailed me for it." I tell Cass.

"The guy I'm with, the guy I'm hoping might be in my future, tells me he professionally pops ghosts." Cass tells me.

"That's not the words I used!" I speak.

"And that he has to leave, to go work with his father." Cass says.

"I did!" I speak.

"All I could think was, if you want out fine, but don't tell me this insane story." Cass tells me.

"It was the truth Cassie, and I notice it didn't sound insane the minute you thought I could help you." I say, starting to raise my voice and getting in her face.

"Well back then I thought you just wanted to dump me." Cass tells me.

"Whoa! Now let's not forget who dumped who ok?" I speak.

"I thought it was what you wanted." Cassie tells me.

"Well, it wasn't." I tell her.

"I didn't mean to hurt you." She tells me.

"Well, you did." I tell Cass.

"I'm sorry!" Cassie tells me

"Yeah, me too." I speak.

We stare at each other, then start making out furiously. Switch to us falling into bed, making love.

Blind Faith - Can't Find My Way Home, starts playing.


Outside of a Building Site

Third Person POV

The Mayor stands looking at plans. He folds them up and makes his way back to his car. Before he can get in the black truck pulls up behind him, revving its engine. The Mayor starts to run down the road. The truck hits him, he falls down an embankment and rolls to a stop, obviously dead.


Inside, Cassie's Bed

May 7, 2006

Dean POV

I lie on my back, my arm around Cassie tucked against my side.

"We should fight more often." Cassie tells me.

I stare at the roof, absentmindedly running my fingers up and down her arm. "Absolutely." I tell her.

"Actually, we were always pretty good at fighting." Cassie says, indicating their position. "This we were good at. It's all the other stuff...not so much." Cassie says.

"Hey I tried. I told you who I really was. That was a big first for me." I tell Cassie.

"Why'd you tell me?" Cassie asks me.

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

"Dean. You told me that story...it scared the hell outta me. I thought you were nuts. Dangerous even. Actually, maybe I was looking for a reason to walk away." Cass tells me.

"In my work...uh...I see some horrible things. Things that can't be explained. I deal with them. But working things out with you?" I speak.

"I'm a scary one all right...well, usually things get worked out. When you really want them to." Cass says.

"You know, I'm still really involved. With my dad's work." I say, hesitantly.

Cass leans up on one elbow to look down at me. "No more excuses, ok? From you or me." Cass tells me.

"Ok." I speak.

We start kissing. My phone rings and I reach for it.

"Yeah." I speak.

I listen and looks startled.

"You're kidding!" I tell Sammy.


Outside, Field

Laila POV

It is snowing. Dean approaches Sam, Lorelai, and I, who are talking to a cop.

Sam is putting away some sort of ID. "He's with us." Sam tells the cops.

Hello darkness, my old friend

I've come to talk with you again

Because a vision softly creeping

Left its seeds while I was sleeping

And the vision that was planted in my brain

Still remains

Within the sound of silence

The cop leaves. Sam, Lorelai, and I turn to Dean, Sam with a half-smile.

In restless dreams, I walked alone

Narrow streets of cobblestone

'Neath the halo of a streetlamp

I turned my collar to the cold and damp

When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light

That split the night

And touched the sound of silence

"Where were you last night? You didn't make it back to the hotel." Sam asks Dean.

"Well..." Dean starts to say.

And in the naked light, I saw

Ten thousand people, maybe more

People talking without speaking

People hearing without listening

People writing songs that voices never shared

And no one dared

Disturb the sound of silence

"I'm guessing you guys worked things out?" Sam asks Dean.

"Fools" said I, "You do not know

Silence like a cancer grows

Hear my words that I might teach you

Take my arms that I might reach you"

But my words, like silent raindrops fell

And echoed in the wells of silence

"Shut up Sam. Dean deserves privacy." I tell Sam.

"We'll be working things out when we're ninety. So, what happened?" De asks Sam as he ruffles my hair.

And the people bowed and prayed

To the neon god they made

And the sign flashed out its warning

In the words that it was forming

Then the sign said, "The words on the prophets are written on the subway walls

In tenement halls"

"Every bone crushed. Internal organs turned to pudding. The cops are all stumped, it's like something ran him over." Sam tells Dean.

Lorelai and I feel nauseous all the time.

"Something like a truck?" Dean asks.

"Yep." Sam says.

"Tracks?" Dean asks.

"Nope." Sam says.

"What was the Mayor doing here anyway?" Dean asks.

"He owned the property. Bought it a few weeks ago." Sam says.

"But he's white, he doesn't fit the pattern." De says.

"Killings didn't happen up on the road. That doesn't fit either." Sam says.


Inside the Newspaper Office

Cassie makes two mugs of tea and one mug of coffee and takes them over to where Dean sits at a computer.

"Here." Cassie tells us.

"Thanks. So, I'm trying to find some link between those killings back in the '60s and what's going on now. There wasn't a lot about it in the paper." De says.

"Not surprising. Probably minimal policework too. Back then equal justice under the law wasn't too literal around here." Cassie tells us.

Dean's phone rings. "Yeah." De says.

"Ok, the courthouse records show that Mr. and Mrs. Mayor bought an abandoned property. The previous owner was the Dorian family for, like, 150 years." Sam says, over the phone.

"Dorian?" Dean asks Sam.

"Yeah." Sam tells Dean.

"Didn't you say the Dorian family used to own this paper?" Dean asks Cassie.

Cassie nods. "Along with everything else around here. Real pillars of the town." Cassie tells me and De.

"Right, right." De says. Dean clicks a few links on the computer. "That's interesting." he says.

"What?" Sam asks Dean.

"This Cyrus Dorian. He vanished in April of '63 case was investigated but never solved. It was right around the time the string of murders was going on back then." Dean tells Sam and Lorelai.

"Well, I pulled a bunch of papers up on the Dorian place, it musta been in bad shape when the Mayor bought it." Sam and Lore tell us.

"Why's that?" we ask.

"The first thing he did was bulldoze the place." Sam tells us.

"Mayor Todd knocked down the Dorian place?" Dean asks Cassie.

"It was a big deal. One of the oldest houses left. He made the front page." Cassie says.

"You got a date?" Dean asks Sam.

"Ahhh. The 3rd of last month." Sam tells him.

Dean clicks, then reads from computer screen. "Mayor Todd bulldozed the Dorian family home on the 3rd. The first killing was the very next day." Dean reads the first paragraph. Then says the other.


Outside, Night, Cassie's House

Cassie POV

I wander around with a glass of something. As I put it down on the desk the lights flicker and I hear a revving engine outside. Headlights shine through the slats of the blinds, and I hurriedly close them. The truck starts making passes at the house and I, terrified, runs from room to room closing the blinds. I race for my phone and dial a number.

"Dean. DEAN!" I all but shout in fear.


Inside, Cassie's Lounge

Lorelai POV

Sam hands her a cup of tea. Dean sits beside her protectively.

Cassie's hands are shaking, rattling the cup. "Maybe you could throw a couple of shots in that." Cassie tries to joke.

"You didn't see who was driving the truck?" Sam asks Cassie and Laila smacks him one good time.

"It seemed to be no one. Everything was moving so fast. And then it was just gone. Why didn't it kill us?" Cassie asks us.

"Whoever was controlling the truck wants you afraid first." Dean says, then I smack him.

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

Mrs. Robinson is shaking.

"Mom?" Cassie asks her mom.

"Oh. Martin was under a lot of stress. You can't be sure about what he was seeing." Mrs. Robinson says.

"Well after tonight I think we can be reasonably sure he was seeing a truck. What happened tonight, you and Cassie are marked. Ok? Your daughter could die. So, if you know something now would be a really good time to tell us about it." Dean tells Mrs. Robinson.

"Dean..." Cassie goes to say.

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

"Did he know who it belonged to?' Sam asks her.

"He thought he did." Mrs. Robinson says.

"Who was that?" Dean asks.

Mrs. Robinson gets upset. "Cyrus. A man named Cyrus." Mrs. Robinson says.

Sam, Dean, Laila, and I look at each other, Dean reaches for his bag and shows Mrs. Robinson the newspaper article about Dorian's death.

"Is this Cyrus?" De asks.

"Cyrus Dorian died more than 40 years ago." Mrs. Robinson tells us.

"How do you know he died, Mrs. Robinson? The paper's said he went missing. How do you know he died?" Dean asks Mrs. Robinson softly.

"We were all very young. I dated Cyrus a while, I was also seeing Martin...in secret of course. Inter-racial couples didn't go over too well back then. When I broke it off with Cyrus and when he found out about Martin, I don't know, he, changed. His hatred. His hatred was frightening." Mrs. Robinson tells us.

"The murders." Sam, Laila, and I speak.

"There were rumors. People of color disappearing into some kind of a truck. Nothing was ever done. Martin and a... Martin and I, we were gunna be, uh, married in that little church near here, but last minute we decided to elope as we didn't want the attention." Mrs. Robinson says, sounding upset.

"And Cyrus?" Dean asks.

"The day we set for the wedding, was the day someone set fire to the church. There was a children's choir practicing in there. They all died." Mrs. Robinson says, completely breaking down.

"Did the attacks stop after that?" Sam asks softly.

"No! There was one more. One night that truck came for Martin. Cyrus beat him something terrible. But Martin, you see, Martin got loose. And he started hitting Cyrus and he just kept hitting him and hitting him." Mrs. Robinson says sobbing.

"Why didn't you call the cops?" Dean asks.

"This was forty years ago. He called on his friends, Clayton Soames and Jimmy Anderson, and they put Cyrus' body into the truck, and they rolled it into the swamp at the end of his land and all three of them kept that secret all of these years." Mrs. Robinson says, crying.

"And now all three are gone." Sam says.

"And so is Mayor Todd. Now he said that you of all people would know he is not a racist. Why would he say that?" Dean asks.

"He was a good man. He was a young deputy back then investigating Cyrus' disappearance. Once he figured out what Martin and the others had done, he...he did nothing, because he also knew what Cyrus had done." Mrs. Robinson tells us.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Cassie asks her mom.

"I thought I was protecting them. And now there's no one left to protect." Mrs. Robinson said, crying.

"Yes, there is." De says.

Dean looks at Cassie. So does Mrs. Robinson, looking shaken.


Outside Cassie's House, Night

Sam leans against Impala, Dean walks up and down. I lean on my 780-mile 2005 Porsche Carrera GT and Laila leans against her 1994 Jaguar XJ220.

"Ah, my life was so simple. Just school, exams, papers on polycentric cultural norms." Sam says.

"So, I guess I saved you from a boring existence." Dean tells Sam.

"Yeah, occasionally I miss boring." Sam tells us.

"So, this killer truck." Dean tells us.

"I miss conversations that didn't start with 'this killer truck'. Ahhh" Sam tells Dean.

Dean laughs a little. "Well, this Cyrus guy. Evil on a level that infected even his truck. When he died, the swamp became his tomb, and his spirit was dormant for 40 years." Dean tells us.

"So, demon kinda like but never sold his soul? Something like that?" I ask.

"Yeah, I think you hit it on the head." Laila tells me.

"So, what woke it up?" Sam asks Dean, ignoring Laila and me.

"The construction on his house. Or the destruction." Dean says.

"Right. Demolition or remodeling can awaken spirits, make them restless." Sam says to Dean.

"Mm-hmm." Dean hums.

"Like that theatre in Illinois, ya know?" Sam says.

"Or that Irish haunting we went to." I tell Dean and Sam as Laila and I went to Ireland.

"And the guy that tore down the family homestead, Harold Todd, is the same guy that kept Cyrus' murder quiet and unsolved." Dean says, ignoring me.

"Wanna go shopping?" I ask Laila.

"Let's go.'' Laila tells me.

We get in our cars and go to the mall.


Sam POV

"So now his spirit is awakened and out for blood." I tell Dean.

"Yeah, I guess. Who knows what ghosts are thinking anyway?" Dean tells me.

"You know we're going to have to dredge that body up from the swamp right." I tell Dean.

Dean smiles at him.

"Man." I say.

"You said it." Dean tells me.

"Yeah." I tell Dean.

Cassie approaches from the house and Dean stands.

"Hey." Dean tells Cassie.

"Hey. She's asleep. Now what?" Cassie asks us.

"Well, you should stay put and look after her... and we'll be back. Don't leave the house." Dean tells Cassie.

Cassie smiles. "Don't go getting all authoritative on me. I hate it." Cassie tells Dean.

Dean glances behind him to me. I look down, grinning.

"Don't leave the house please?" Dean asks, mumbling.

Cassie blinks slowly at Dean and he leans in to kiss her, smiling.

I glance over, grinning at them making out, and clear my throat. Dean keeps kissing Cassie, holding one finger back at me to wait.

Dean breaks his kiss. "You comin' or what?" Dean asks me.


Outside, Night, The Dorian Property

"All right. Let's get her up." I tell Dean just as the girls pull up.

Lorelai gets out of her 80-mile 2005 Porsche Carrera GT, hair dyed black with purple streaks, purple eye contacts in, and angel wings tattoo all while in black leather pants, black boots and a black lace corset top.

Laila gets out of her 1994 Jaguar XJ220, hair dyed silver with pink streaks, pink eye contacts in, and a lion tattoo all the while dressed in a white mini skirt, white gucci heels, and a white lace corset top.

"Glad to see you two join us." I tell the girls.

"Paws and claws" Laila tells us.

"It took longer than we thought." Lorelai tells us.

We roll our eyes and get to work.

Dean is at the wheel of a tractor. He backs it up, pulling a truck from the water.

"All right. A little more. Little more. All right, stop." I tell Dean.

Dean turns off the engine and jumps down.

"Nice." I tell Dean.

Dean moves to the trunk of the Impala. "Hell yeah." Dean says.

"Now I know what she sees in you." I tell Dean.

Dean rummages among the weapons. "What?" Dean asks.

"Come on man, you can admit it. You're still in love with her." I tell Dean.

"Ahh, can we focus please?" Dean asks.

"Focus on the case first, then Dean's love life or rather, lack of one." Laila tells us.

"Exactly!" Lorelai says.

"I'm just saying Dean." I tell Dean while trying not to flip off my sisters.

Dean hands Sam something from the trunk. "Hold that." Dean tells me.

"All right. What am I getting?" I ask Dean.

"Gas. Flashlight..." Dean says in business mode.

"Got it. got it." I tell Dean

"Ok, let's get this done." Dean tells us.

"All right." I tell him.

Dean lowers the trunk of the Impala. "Got it.' Dean says.

We move toward the door of the truck, glance at each other. Dean opens it. A decayed body falls out.


Outside, Night, Dorian Property

Laila POV

"All right let's get to it." Dean says.

We salt and burn the body and stand watching.

"Think that'll do it?" Sam asks Dean.

The ghost truck appears, headlights come on and engine revving.

"I guess not." Dean tells Sam.

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

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

"But Cyrus' ghost is gone, right Dean?" Sam asks Dean.

Dean starts to walk away. "Apparently not the part that's fused with the truck." Dean tells Sam.

"Where are you going?" Sam asks Dean.

"Goin' for a little ride." Dean tells us.

"Not without me." Lorelai tells Dean, the stubborn brat.

"What!" Sam shouts.

"Gonna lead that thing away. That busted piece of crap, you gotta burn it." Dean tells Sam and I.

"How the hell am I supposed to burn a truck Dean?" Sam asks Dean.

"I don't know. Figure something out." Dean tells Sam.

Sam catches the bag Dean throws at him. "Figure some - something -" Sam sputters.

Dean and Lorelai reverse the Impala and 80-mile 2005 Porsche Carrera GT and take off. The ghost truck roars after them. Sam hides until it has passed. Dean, Lorelai, the 80-mile 2005 Porsche Carrera GT and the Impala lead the truck on a wild ride through the misty back roads.

Sam's phone rings.

"Hey, you gotta give me a minute." Sam tells Dean.

"I don't have a minute. What are we doing?" Dean asks Sam.

"Ahh. Let me get back to you." Sam hangs up.


Dean POV

"Get back to me?" I ask to the phone, astounded.


Laila POV

"Hey Cassie? Hey, it's Sam, I need some information and it has to be exactly right." Sam tells Cassie after he called her.

"All right, Dean?" Sam asks Dean asftr getting back back on the phone with him.

"This better be good." Dean tells Sam.

"Where are you and Lorelai?" Sam asks, Lorelai always following De in the car right now sooo...

"In the middle of nowhere with a killer truck on my ass! It's like it knows I put the torch to Cyrus." Dean tells us.

"Not helping Dean!" I tell my brother.

"Listen to me, this is important. I have to know exactly where you are." Sam tells Dean.


Dean POV

I look at a road sign as the Impala and 80-mile 2005 Porsche Carrera GT roar passed. "Decatur Road, about two miles off the highway." I tell Sam.

"Ok. Headed East?" Sam asks over the phone, I can see Lore talking in her car on her phone.

"Yes!" I shout.

The Truck backends the Impala, which goes skidding all over the road before regaining traction.

"You son of a bitch!" I cuss the truck out.

"Ok, ahhh, turn right! Up ahead, turn right." Sam tells me over the phone.

I swing right, Lorelai follows, the truck follows, all of the engines screaming and revving.

"You make the turn?" Sam asks me over the phone.

"Yeah, I made the turn! You need to move this thing along a little faster." I tell him. I hear Lore echo my statement over the phone as Laila must be on the phone as well.

"All right, you see a road up ahead?" Sam asks me.

"No! Wait. No, yes, I see it." I tell him.

The truck is slowly gaining ground on the Impala's left side.

"Ok, Turn left." Sam tells me over the phone.

"Wha...?" I ask.

Grimacing, Lore and I slam on the brakes and the truck careens past as Lore and I spin the Impala and 80-mile 2005 Porsche Carrera GT left onto the smaller road.

"All right, now what?" I ask Sam.

"You need to go seven tenths of a mile and then stop." Sam tells me.

"Stop?" I ask.

"Exactly seven tenths Dean." Sam tells me.

I look at the speedometer. "Seven tenths, seven tenths." I say.

At the right moment Lore and I spin the cars around and we move them back to sit exactly where Sam advised, facing back the way I had come. I am between two posts on each side of the road and the last remains of a wall, almost totally broken down. The ghost truck appears back down the road I came down, revving its engine.

"Dean, You still there?" Sam asks me over the phone.

"Yeah." I tell Sam.

"What's happening?" Sam asks me.

"It's just staring at me, what do I do?" I ask Sam.

"Just what you are doing, bringing it to you." Sam tells me.

"Wha..." I start to ask.

The truck spins it's tires and comes barreling toward me, Lore, the 80-mile 2005 Porsche Carrera GT and the Impala. I watch it come, hanging tightly to the Impala's steering wheel.

"Come on Come on." I say.

As it reaches me, I close my eyes and hangs on tight. The truck roars through me, disintegrating into nothing as it does so. I open my eyes and stares at the now empty road in front of me. All that can be heard is the purring of the Impala's and 80-mile 2005 Porsche Carrera GT engines, the truck's revving having completely disappeared. I twist quickly to look behind and see nothing.

"Dean. You still there? Dean?" Sam asks me.

"Where'd it go?' I ask, looking shicked.

"Dean, you're where the church was." Sam tells me.

"What church!" I ask.

"The place Cyrus burned down. Murdered all those kids." Sam tells me.

I look at the posts left on the side of the road. "There's not a whole lot left." I tell Sam.

"Church ground is hallowed ground, whether the church is still there or not. Evil spirits cross over hallowed ground, sometimes they're destroyed, so I figured, maybe, that would get rid of it." Sam tells me.

"Maybe? Maybe! What if you were wrong?" I tell Sam.

"Huh. Honestly that thought hadn't occurred to me." Sam tells me.

I stare at my phone, then hang up. "Well it honestly didn't occur to me." I mimic Sam. I slap the steering wheel. "I'm gonna kill him." I say.


Outside, Day, The Docks

Lorelai POV

Dean and Cassie walk toward the Impala, Sam is already in the driver's seat. I am in my 80-mile 2005 Porsche Carrera GT, and Laila is in her 1994 Jaguar XJ220.

"My mother says to tell you thanks again." Cassie tells Dean.

Dean nods and they come to a stop beside the Impala, facing each other.

"This is a better goodbye than last time." Cassie tells Dean.

"Yeah, well maybe this time it will be a little less permanent." Dean tells Cassie.

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

"Well, I've seen stranger things happen. A hell of a lot stranger." Dean tells Cassie.

"Goodbye Dean." Cassie tells Dean.

'I'll see ya Cassie...I will." Dean tells Cassie.

They kiss, and stare into each other's eyes. Dean gets in the car, Sam and Cassie wave and the Impala takes off.


Long Country Road

Dean POV

I stare out the window while Sam drives.

"I like her." Sam tells me.

"Yeah." I tell him.

"You meet someone like her, doesn't it make you wonder if it's worth it? Putting everything else on hold, doing what we do?" Sam asks me.

I look at Sam for a long moment, then smile and reach for my sunglasses, which I slip on.

"Why don't you wake me up when it's my turn to drive?" I ask Sammy.

I slouch down in the seat with a sigh. Sam shakes his head and looks back at the long straight road.

The Impala cruises.