Beatrice yawns as she drives down the highway. She didn't mind the late night driving, she liked having time alone before heading home from work.
"In today's news, the police have no leads on the hit and run murders. We'll keep you posted as the news develops."
When her car radio started breaking up, she took a quick glance at her radio before playing with the dial.
"Meh." She only had a few miles left before heading home. She slowed down, this corner was sharp.
BANG!
"OW! The hell?" She looked up. "The hell did you come from?"
BANG!
She screamed when the car hit her again.
BANG!
The car behind her was dark, but she instantly recognized the make and model.
"I had nothing to do with you!" She held up her arms as she drove off the cliff screaming.
The black Chevy Impala watches silently as the car explodes on impact down in the woods below.
One Year Later
"I would think you would be on your way to see Sis. Her sister's wedding is literally around the corner." They were somewhere in Louisiana, Sam said he found a case. Dean watches irritably as Sam chews on his burrito. "I could pull over, you know I don't like food in my car."
"Uh huh." Sam takes another bite, not noticing the crumbs and food falling out of his mouth. "Another car crash on Highway 25, a woman was found dead exactly one year ago on this stretch of the highway. Hey!" He watched helplessly as Dean threw his breakfast out the window.
"I told you to get rid of that thing!" Yuck. The cheese will be a bitch to vacuum up.
"You didn't have to throw my breakfast away!" Sam hated wasting food. Hearing a police siren behind their car, Sam looked in the front mirror. "Look what you just did. I'm not paying for your ticket." Sam wasn't sure what the littering laws were in Louisiana, but he was looking forward to Dean's scolding.
"Whatever." A few bucks, big deal. "Morning Officer." Dean says politely. "If it's about the burrito, I'll drive back and clean it up."
"License and registration." When Dean handed over his fake ID, the cop motioned to Sam. "Yours too."
Sam and Dean always carried fake IDs, even though they mostly lived honest lives, whenever they were doing a case, their real identities would have to stay hidden.
"Step out of the car." The cop ordered. He calls for backup.
"What's this about?" Sam asked.
"Shut it." The cop's rude tone made the two men exchange glances. "Hands on the hood."
"Look, I'm sorry about littering. Just give me my ticket." Dean swore when he felt the cuffs. "The hell?"
"What's this?" Sam was kicking himself for not using his Fed ID. "We didn't do anything." When he saw a few police cars pull up his eyebrows widened.
"You have the right to remain silent."
As the cop read them their rights, Dean saw a young man shaking his head in disapproval.
"We should have enough to make bail eh Sammy?" Jenna was going to kill him. Both were sitting in the slammer.
"Man, I wished I finished that burrito." Sam's stomach was growling.
"Don't mention food." Dean was starving. "It's been hours. Jenna and Laura are probably getting worried." Dean missed his family. He gets up and yells out the cell's bars. "Hey! We didn't get our one call yet!"
"Magic School's time works differently. She probably just got there." Bored, Sam looks out the window. "Wonder why that cop was hell-bent on arresting us?" Sure they got into a lot of scrapes, but other than a few minor things, they were the model citizens.
"You're a witch, cast a spell." Why didn't Dean think of it earlier?
"Personal gain." Sam deadpans. "Can't risk exposure, especially with what's going on in San Francisco." Sam wished he was there protecting his wife and daughter, whatever was going on out there had demons involved.
Dean scoffs. When he heard someone coming, he held his breath.
"Mr Lennon and Morrison?" A feminine guy with shaggy hair was holding a pair of keys.
"That's us." Dean watches as the guy opens their cell.
"My apologies. My brother is a little hot-headed." He opens the cell door. "You're free to go."
Sam attended law school, whatever the guy was doing was highly illegal.
"Aren't you afraid you'll get in trouble?" Even if they were innocent, proper steps had to take place. "I can contact a lawyer. Plus pay off our bails."
"That isn't necessary. Here." The deputy chief hands over their fake IDs and Dean's car keys. "Go to the main highway and never come back."
"Fine with me. Sam?"
"Sure." Sam shakes his hand. "Thanks. Mr..."
"Michael. But call me Milana."
"Oh. Sorry." Times were different now. Sam was still getting used to it.
"That's okay. My brother doesn't know yet." He smiles at the brothers. "Have a safe trip, don't want your beautiful faces hurt."
"Thanks, man, er, ma'am." Dean stumbles.
Michael/Milana chuckles.
"It doesn't matter. I don't worry about labels." Man, woman, they didn't care. "Go. Before someone sees you."
A few minutes down the highway, Dean was wondering how long it would take him to drive to San Francisco.
"There's no case Sam, however, Sis could use our help out west." Dean wanted nothing more than to keep his family safe, but Piper insisted they be there for Bobby. "I know they are witches, but a little muscle power couldn't hurt." Dean hated demons. "Think they'll mind?"
"No." Sam's mind was somewhere else. "Dean. Michael, I mean Milana. They said we could go, but why did their brother arrest us in the first place?"
"Don't know, don't care." Dean needed a cheeseburger stat. "There has to be a truck stop somewhere. Sam?"
"Argh!" Not again.
A black Impala similar to their car was driving down this same highway, the driver was chasing after a blue Toyota trying to push it off the highway. The woman driver was screaming in terror, she was trying not to go over the cliff. When they hit a sharp corner, the Impala speeds up and pushes the car over the railing, pushing the car to its fiery death.
"Sam?"
"We need to head back."
"You got your visions back." Dean wasn't sure if it had to do with Sam being a witch, or him being psychic again. "Fine. But not until we get a good night's sleep in the next town over. And get some greasy food."
"Just don't throw my food out the window again."
Police Chief Rod was waiting for his brother to come home. Hearing the door open, he flipped down their graduation picture from the Police Academy.
"What are you doing in my room?" Milana felt violated.
"Still wearing mom's purse I see." He never went anywhere without it.
"So? It's practical. Dad's trenchcoat fits me just fine." Michael puts their outside clothes away.
"I heard you let out some prisoners."
"Innocent men you mean. They had nothing to do with what happened a few years ago." Milana never wanted to remember it.
"Did you say anything?"
"About the accident? No. And no wisecracks about my identity." Milana was finally comfortable with themselves.
"I don't care what you identify as, you'll always be my baby bro."
"Hmph."
"I meant your gift." Michael's psychic gifts, Rod hated them.
"I doubt they believe in those things." Milana never forgotten about that night. Their visions got an innocent man killed. "I'm going to change my clothes, I want to enjoy my day off tomorrow." What should they wear? The yellow dress was pretty dressy for a casual coffee date.
"Fine. But remember you promised Mom and Dad you'll never quit the force." Milana was pressured to be a police officer, it was a family tradition.
"I know." They wished they could quit. "Los Angeles has a good police force, I can always apply there." The best surgeons lived in Beverly Hills.
"Then who would take care of the house? Night Mikey."
"Night." Once the door closed, Milana picked up the overturned picture. Both they and Rod were smiling big with their graduating class. "Mom. Dad. I'm doing my best." They hug the picture.
"You couldn't glamour the car. If this takes the paint off." Dean warns. His beloved Baby was covered in a white coat.
"Would you stop complaining! I made sure the wrap wouldn't hurt the car! Besides you could always use your trust fund." Dean had the same amount as Sam.
"It's blood money, Sam." As tempting as it was to touch it, Dean knew better. "Besides we make enough to support ourselves and Laura." Dean and his wife lived pretty frugally.
"Whatever Dean." They pull up to the nearest coffee shop. "Keep your head down." They were wearing disguises, but their car stood out like a sore thumb. "Milana is here somewhere." Sam had another vision, he saw their death. "There!" They were sitting alone and drinking coffee.
"Sure this is wise? They warned us to never return." Dean couldn't figure out what they were arrested for.
"I saw that vision. I looked it up. That Impala looked identical to your car." Not many people had a black '67 Chevy. "There were witnesses who saw that car at the same time as the accidents."
"The murderer has good tastes." His beloved Baby. Dean swore to treat her to a good wash and vacuum. "Just a quick chat, then we'll find this psycho."
Milana looked startled seeing who was sitting across from them.
"I thought I told you to leave town." Damn, they looked so good. "I like your disguises, but I can easily recognize you. You look so yummy though. Exactly my type." They couldn't help but flirt.
"We won't be long." Sam began. He and Dean order coffee. "The accidents. They weren't accidents were they."
"Shh." Milana looked up, luckily everyone in the diner was focused on their meals. "Not here." They were stumped, but if Rod saw them. "Meet me at the park by Highway 25. There is an abandoned park house. However, leave your car here." They were gorgeous but dumb.
"Leave my car? How are we supposed to get there?" Dean wished he was fighting demons in San Francisco instead.
"Don't worry about it. This wouldn't be personal gain." Sam promised Piper not to use magic, but if this was a case, he had no choice.
"Fine." Dean hated using magic to move, he always felt like he kept leaving a part of him behind. "But if my car ends up in a chop shop somewhere."
"I won't let anything happen to your car. I promise. I'm second in charge of this town." Milana was good friends with the Mayor to their brother's chagrin.
Outside the diner, three police officers pull up.
"Coffee? I'm buying." Noon won't be here for a while.
"Sure." No way.
"Boss?" The cop saw his boss running to the diner's door.
"Where are they!" Rod was panting hard. He heard his fellow officers run in behind him.
"Who?"
"The Impala!" He walks quickly to the back of the restaurant. "Dammit!" Three coffee cups were sitting abandoned on the diner's table.
"Damn, that was close!" They were across the street hiding behind a garbage dumpster.
"My apologies." Milana peeked out. "I'll stall my brother. Go. I'll be there in an hour."
"Well Sam? We need to be home ASAP. At least to my hotel. Laura needs me." Dean never thought how much he hated hunting. "I don't want to stress Jen at the moment, especially with her pregnancy."
"Just need to pick up my laptop." Luckily Sam left it behind in their motel room the next town over. "Once we solve this case, we'll leave immediately."
An hour later, both men were waiting in the old building for Milana.
"Achoo! How long have we been waiting?" Dean sneezed again. "Achoo!"
"Relax. They'll be here." Sam already did his research. Hearing a car pull up, they both tense up.
"Boys? It's me." Milana was dressed up in their professional wear, they were on an active case.
"Open the door, Dean." They weren't stupid to bring guns but were ready to fight if necessary. However, Sam was ready to put someone to sleep with a simple spell.
"You sure Sam?" Dean didn't want to fight a cop, but if he had to, he hoped Sam would use an amnesia spell afterwards. When Sam nodded, Dean reluctantly opened the door.
"I brought coffee, plus a few doughnuts." Milana was smiling shyly at the two men.
Once they settled in, Milana started their story.
"It was a few years ago. We got an APB about a bank robbery in New Orleans, the guy was seen leaving the scene in a black Impala, heading in our direction."
"Then why blame us?" Dean was chowing down on his doughnut. "We weren't even in the State."
"Dean please." Sam didn't see Dean rolling his eyes. "How does this tie in with the accidents?"
Milana took a sip of their coffee.
"Our little town doesn't see much action. When we got that call, we set up a few roadblocks with every officer we had. This bank robber, he was wanted in ten states." They looked down in shame. "At the time we didn't know that the guy was already caught." Milana closed their eyes. "There was a guy driving a black Impala, just like the suspect's. My brother, he was always impulsive." They sighed. "The guy had nothing to do with the robbery, he was just passing by. When he saw us, he panicked. He had bad run-ins with the law before, and when he saw us, he put the pedal to the metal. We gave chase." Milana gulps down the hot liquid. "He, he didn't see that sharp turn. All of us swore to never say a word. We put in our reports that he was in a bad car crash and closed the case."
"So you guys screwed up, and we pay the price? Why?" Dean clenched his doughnut in his hand.
"I read the story online. The guy was driving with expired tags, and he was killed because of miscommunication. How do we fit into this?" Sam asked.
Milana stared at Sam's eyes.
"The family came into town demanding answers. They argued their relative was a careful driver, and would've never impulsively drive fast, especially on a mountain." They sighed deeply. "It was my fault he died. You see, I'm the one who told my brother about the robbery."
"Huh? What are you talking about?" Now Dean was confused. His doughnut forgotten, he pressed for details. "You said there was an APB."
Milana looked out the window. They knew Rod would kill them once he found out they told their biggest secret, but they couldn't hold it in anymore. Especially since the anniversary of the car crash was tomorrow.
"You heard of the frequent car crashes? Every year on the day of the accident, the ghost of the Impala appears on the highway. The driver, only picks specific targets, the citizens of the town. Last year was the highway commissioner. She was one who voted against closing that stretch of highway. The spot where she drove off, is where he died."
"What else." Sam looked up the names of the victims, they were all in positions of power. The first one was the coroner, he wrote in his report that the driver of that Impala was a simple accident, and immediately concluded their report. He died on the anniversary of the death, exactly the same spot that the guy died at. Then the year after, the first Chief of Police. He closed the investigation almost immediately, saying it was an unfortunate case. Then it went on, all victims tied with the investigation. "You, your brother. You were part of it." Sam couldn't help but glare at the person.
"I was. I mean, it was all me. I was tired of living under my brother's shadow. I never wanted to be a cop, but because of family pressure, I had no choice. There was an APB, but what I didn't mention is the guy was outside of the county. It was me. I was the one who killed him." They wiped away their tears. "I see things. I get visions before they happen."
"Whoa, whoa, whoa." Dean was swinging his hands. "You're saying you're psychic?"
"Yes." Milana, if only they didn't say a word. If only they told their brother that they wanted to quit the force and leave their small town. "I saw the black Impala driving through the highway, speeding and bumping past several police cars, clearly they were running from the law. Then that APB came in about that bank robber. When I told my brother what I saw, he immediately set up a roadblock, in this town, this was the most exciting thing to happen to us."
"And several innocent people paid the price. Including us." Sam had his visions, but he and Dean made sure to not jump into things. "Why are we getting blamed for something we didn't do?"
"My brother, he needs to blame someone. He figured to take it out on you, two strangers that no one knows, driving the Impala." Milana looked out at their police car. "All the accidents were caused by a Black Impala. Same make, same model." Hearing a car pull up, they tense. "He's here. And he's out for blood."
"You two! Get out of there with your arms up! I am authorized to use lethal force!"
"Damn! There's no way out of here." Milana knew this place like the back of their hand.
"Sam?" No way was Dean going back to that cell.
"Milana, what I'm going to show you, don't be afraid."
"Those two will rot for the rest of their lives." Rod grumbled. When he saw his sibling walk out with two unfamiliar men, he lowered his gun. "Mikey? The hell are you doing out here?" He saw that Impala in front of the diner, the white wrap didn't fool him.
Milana gestured for the two strangers to lower their arms.
"What kind of greeting is this? Seriously bro?" They rubbed their nose in exasperation. "I'm really sorry. Rod, this is Cory and Luke. Their car broke down a few miles away and came here to seek shelter. I gave them a lift." When the two men 'glamoured' Milana remarked to Sam to make them look like a girl, at least for a moment.
"You're not even on duty today. You know you can't just take a cruiser." Rod was so sure those two men were wanted criminals, he looked them up. "Sam and Dean Winchester. You two, know anything about those guys?" They had enough records to get a room of nothing but file cabinets.
"Rod enough." Milana walked over to him and took away his gun. "They're long gone."
"And the Impala?" No way was anyone leaving that fine piece of work behind.
"I already called the car owner. Mrs Winchester wasn't very happy to find out her husband left town again. She's having someone pick it up tomorrow." Shame Dean and Sam were married.
"Tch." He looked at the two men who were standing silently. "There's a bus stop in town, you need a ride?"
"Sure, why not." Dean had a lot of explaining to do when he got home. He and Sam, aka Luke, get into the cruiser.
"What about you Mikey?"
"Milana. How many times do I have to tell you." They get into their own cruiser. "I'm heading back to the station, I remembered I have some paperwork I forgot to fill out." Whoever Sam and Dean were, Milana swore to keep them out of the town's mess. "Luke, Cory. Please don't judge too harshly at our little town, we usually greet visitors with a smile." They waved goodbye as they drove away.
Dean hoped Sam's little spell didn't wear out too quickly, it was a little ways to town.
"You boys are quite a way out here. Where did you say your car broke down? I can call a tow truck." Rod didn't trust outsiders, not since the murders.
"It's quite a long way from here, we hitched a ride from a trucker." Sam lied. "He said he can only drop us off before the interstate." Sam looked up the map.
"We were heading to New Orleans for a party." Dean loved coming down here after a case. Mardi Gras was his favourite festival, he was looking forward to next year's. "It sucked losing my car." He already called his wife who agreed to pretend to have Dean, aka whoever Sam turned him into pick it up.
"Yeah, it's pretty quiet around here, luckily buses run twenty-four-seven to the city."
"Now what Sam?" Once Rod dropped them off at the bus station.
"The anniversary is tomorrow." Sam had a hunch it was a vengeful spirit. "We have to find the Impala and gravesite and put the spirit to rest."
"Our gear is in the trunk. No way will Milana's brother would willingly let us near the car."
"So we'll buy supplies. Salt and shovels are sold at the local hardware store. We can rent a car for the night."
"You know where both are located?" Dean wished he was heading to New Orleans like the lucky passengers heading on that bus.
"I'll look it up." Sam didn't buy a bus ticket, instead, he asked the clerk where the car rental desk was.
Later that night, Sam watched as Dean threw the match into the grave. They had already taken care of that Impala, it pained Dean to see that car go up in flames.
"Adios. Poor bastard. What are the chances that two Impalas are seen at the same time in two different locations?" Dean was looking forward to driving his beloved Baby. Too bad he didn't have time to head to New Orleans for their festivals.
"Fate can be a bitch." Sam wondered what Fate had in store for them. According to Piper, the Angel of Destiny said he didn't know. "C'mon. The spirit should be at rest now. Let's head back to our motel and get some sleep." They drove down the highway to the next town, they couldn't risk letting the Chief of Police see them around town.
Neither said anything as they drove, they were exhausted from the night's events.
"Mind slowing down, the roads are slippery right now." The rain was pouring down hard.
"Okay, Dad." Dean eased up on the pedal. Seeing a car approaching behind them, Dean moved to the side a bit to let him pass. "You got to be kidding me!" It was the Chief of Police riding behind them. Dean and Sam watched as the guy sped in front of them and stopped a few feet away. When he got out of his car, both were in disbelief when he took out a shotgun.
"Get out of the car!" Rod didn't know why they went out of their way to burn the Impala at the junkyard, but all he knew these guys were covering up their crimes. "I won't ask again!" He cocked his gun. "Dead or alive, the murders end tonight!"
"Alright! Alright!" Dean and Sam hold up their hands. "We're opening the doors, don't shoot!" They leave the car with their hands up.
"Hands on your head!" Rod ordered. Before he could call for backup, he saw his brother's cruiser pull up.
"Enough!" Milana was so glad they followed their brother. They get out of their car. "You know they are innocent men! What's your problem!" They had to get that gun out of their brother's hands.
"Someone has to pay." No way was he losing his brother. It was Michael who ordered that sting. There was no APB, it was all based on Michael's vision.
"I did this. I killed him." Michael was devastated. "All my life I wanted to do good, then I get a man killed on daydreams." He was only a Deputy Chief thanks to their late father who was a Police Commissioner.
"You couldn't have known." Rod and Michael watch helplessly as the coroner takes the body out of the broken Impala. "Every vision you had was true." Their parent's deaths, the fire, Michael was right at every time.
"Except this time." He crossed his chest. "Let me leave Rod. Let me make it up to his family." He heard that guy was a grief counsellor in his hometown.
"Then who will I bug?" He tousled his brother's hair. "Most police unions require male cops with a crew cut." Michael always liked his hair long.
"I'm not a man." Michael was still figuring it out. They pushed Rod's hand away.
"Maybe not, but you'll always be my baby brother."
"Baby sibling." Michael corrected. They couldn't use Michelle, too generic. Maybe Miranda? He saw the tow truck pulling out the wreaked Impala out of the bottom. "Forgive me."
"All my life you wouldn't listen! Give me that gun before someone gets hurt!"
"Stay out of this!"
"You have an amnesia spell ready to go Sam?" Dean's hands were still on his head.
"I could cast one, but I need herbs." Sam watched as the brothers fought.
"Make me a list then." Dean breathed a sigh of relief when Milana pulled the shotgun out of their brother's hands.
Milana carefully placed the shotgun down on the ground, but not before shoving their brother flat on his back on the road.
"Look, the rain stopped." Dean says absently. He and Sam were soaked.
"Argh!" Milana had their fist up ready to punch their brother in the face, but stopped seeing Rod's expression.
Sam's and Dean's relief was short-lived seeing bright headlights behind them.
"No way, we salted and burnt the bones!"
"A ghost?" Forgetting about Rod, Milana tries pleading with the Impala. "They had nothing to do with this! It's me that you want!" The ghostly Impala was smashed and broken, it was in the exact same condition when it was pulled out of the cliff. They jumped into their cruiser to lure the ghost away. "We'll end this." Putting the pedal to the metal, they drive up the mountain forcing the Impala to follow.
"Sam!" No way could Milana defeat the ghost.
"You!" Sam pointed at Rod. "Where is the spot where the guy went over the rails!" They missed one crucial detail when they burnt the bones and car.
Rod immediately grabs his shotgun and points at the two men.
"I don't know what elaborate prank you're pulling, but you are not getting away this time." He hoped Michael was safe.
"This is not a prank! Michael is in danger!" Dean didn't care about pronouns at the moment. "That Impala will kill your brother!" If only he had his car.
"Please, sir. I'm a witch, I can make a ghost-vanquishing potion." Sam didn't have the right ingredients, but the local general store was still open.
"I said shut up!" A ghostly car, a witch. What a night. All three jumped hearing a crash. "Michael." From a distance, even in the dark, they saw the smoke. "Get into the car."
A few minutes later they saw the fiery remains of Milana's cruiser.
"You're under arrest." He knew Michael was dead.
"Jail again Sammy. Can you get us out of here?" It was ridiculously easy to leave, even without Sam's magic.
"Not until the job is done." Sam will force Rod to listen. Hearing footsteps, they saw a tired-looking Rod looking forlorn.
"Michael is dead." He didn't call it yet, although he saw Michael's body in that cruiser. "Here." He threw Dean's car keys in the cell. "Tell me how to kill that thing once and for all."
"Hunters?" All his years as a cop and he never believed it.
"We're the ones that deal with the supernatural, that way you guys can concentrate on your own work." Dean was driving, Sam was shotgun, and Rod was in the back watching the scenery go by.
"It's the family business."
"Sam, it's saving people, hunting things, the family business."
"You ever stop correcting me? I'm tired of you bossing me around!" Even as adults Dean was insufferable.
"I raised you, shut up."
"And I'm sick and tired of hearing it!" Sam always felt like a child whenever Dean pointed it out.
Rod chuckled.
"You guys remind me of Michael and me. We fought like cats and dogs growing up." He smiled remembering babysitting Michael whenever their parents were on shift. "You two are true siblings." He sighed. "Whatever you do, don't take each other for granted. Otherwise, you wish the other was still around." He sighed. "I miss him." He knew Michael wouldn't want a grand funeral, but he was a cop. "I'm all alone now." His parents, his brother. He sighed. He'll cry later. "What do you need me to do?"
Sam and Dean quieted down. They always feared losing one another. Dean lost Sam once, but no way was Sam going to lose Dean. They heard what happened to their counterparts.
"Sorry, Sam."
"Me too." The moment broken, they were all business again. "Rod, take us where the accident first happened."
"Sure. What else."
"The only way the ghost could move on is to get rid of whatever is holding on to its past. We burnt the remains, but the skid marks, are they still up there?" Skid marks were the remnants of the Impala's tires, but it was enough for the ghost to stick around.
"We're getting close." Michael must have tried to use his psychic powers to make the ghost move on, but he didn't make it on time. "Slow down, this is a steep turn." He was going to write to his senator to close this section of the highway, there were too many accidents. He didn't move Michael yet, he still had a job to do.
Once they made it to the corner, Sam, Dean and Rod took out salt, a gas can and a shotgun full of rock salt.
"Rod, you and Sam pour the salt on the skid marks. Once that's done, I'll pour the gas, and you two throw the matches." Dean had his gun, he was going to use it just in case. "Son of a bitch." He saw headlights. "Duck!"
Sam and Rod dived out of the way just as the Impala brushed by them. Dean held up his gun shooting the ghost car.
"That's it. Hurry!" The car will come back at any moment.
Both hurriedly poured down the salt. Before Dean could pour the gas, the car came back a few minutes later.
"I'm sorry sweetheart." Dean reluctantly shoots his gas tank and jumps into the car.
"DEAN!" Sam watches helplessly as Dean drives off with the Ghost Impala chasing after him. Dammit. He lights up the lighter and watches as the fire chases after them.
"Will your brother be okay?"
"He better be." Dean's always trying to be the hero. "They'll be back soon." Sam was going to throw his potion at the ghost, but not before killing himself. "Remember to give me CPR." Dean was going to kill him. The vanquishing potion will work, but only in the astral plane.
"Those drugs you're taking, CPR won't help."
"Then call my wife. She'll bring me back." Piper would kill him again. "Here they come." Two sets of lights were driving down the mountain.
"Argh!" Dean was holding on to the steering wheel for dear life. The Impala behind him was determined to kill him. "Baby, hold on. The imposter behind you can't take you." He yelped in pain when the car behind him slammed into him. "C'mon Sam!" He pressed the pedal harder.
"Just hold on Dean." Sam committing suicide was the other option if this didn't work. When they saw two sets of headlights coming, Sam got ready to swallow the pills just in case the guy didn't drive to where he was supposed to be. But before Sam and Dean could finish the job, Sam saw police lights flashing behind him and Rod.
"Michael." Rod turns around and sees his ghostly brother in his police cruiser.
Michael/Milana revved their engine. Once they saw the ghostly car, they put the pedal to the metal.
Dean drove by, not noticing the police cruiser smashing the Impala behind him.
Rod and Sam watch as Michael drives forward and drives their vehicle into the Impala, driving both off the cliff into a bright white light putting the Impala's driver to his final rest.
"Michael." Rod teared up. "You killed yourself to save others." Sam had the same plan, but Michael used their mind to open the door to the Otherside; but only as a ghost. Sure enough, Michael's ghost appeared in front of him. "Mikey. I mean Milana." Rod's eyes were wet with tears streaming down his face. "We can go home now. I'll sell the house so you won't feel guilty living in mom's and dad's house. You can quit the force and follow your dream to become an artist." He knew that was impossible, Milana was dead. Sure enough, they put their ghostly hand on Rod's face in a silent goodbye.
Sam and Dean watched silently as Michael faded away into a bright light.
Rod was crying, he was all alone now.
"Goodbye. Baby Bro." He looked up. "Bro you can be gender-neutral. Up there you can be whoever you want to be." He waved to the spot where Michael faded away. He walked to where Sam and Dean were standing. "You leaked so much gas, it'll take an hour to walk into town."
"We don't have to. But we'll need a tow truck and a garage to fix Dean's car." Sure enough Dean's car was dented and scraped from the railings and from the ghost Impala's front end. The back of the Impala was dented severely from the car smashing into Dean's car.
"Charge it all to the station. You did save the town." He didn't flinch as Sam used his magic to take all three back to town.
A few days later both were saying goodbye to Rod. He was dressed up in his formal police uniform, Michael's funeral was about to begin.
"I'm sorry for everything. If it wasn't for me, Michael wouldn't have..." He teared up.
"Be strong. You know that they want you to move on." As much as they wanted to stay for the funeral, they had to go home. When Rod took his hand out, both men shook Rod's hand. "Take care of yourself." Remembering Rod's words, Sam and Dean swore not to take one another for granted.
Rod watched as they drove away. He already talked to the Senator who vowed to close that section of the highway for travellers. There was an alternate route anyway, it was double the distance, but way safer to travel. Once he heard the bagpipes getting ready to begin, he walked behind Milana's hearse where their coffin was being carried to the family cemetery.
"Is Sis okay?" Jenna was safe in Magic School, she said the school nurse gave her medicine to ease her morning sickness.
"She's fine. Although she is puzzled about Cole."
"Never trust a demon. Especially half-breeds."
"Dean!"
"Sorry." Paige was half-whitelighter, Jesse, plus the other magical beings out there. "I've been hunting for so long, it's hard to break the habit."
"Start now, we have to be role models to our children."
"Yes, Dad." Dean teased as he drove down the highway.
Rod was tired after his shift from work. Since Milana's death, he had double the duties to do. He was already talking to a few real estate agents, he was going to sell the house and donate the money to poorer students to attend art school. He got into his car to go home, he was exhausted.
"Mikey, look. The highway is closed." To make sure no cars tried sneaking past the barriers, he made arrangements to have a large boulder on each entrance to that stretch of road. "It will be completely torn down by the end of the year. That way no one will lose another family member." He hummed Mikey's favourite tune as he drove down the long highway, not noticing he was going faster and faster. "The hell?" Rod screamed as he drove towards the mountain's wall, flipping several times over as he tried to avoid crashing.
The reaper was waiting with a stopwatch, this soul was on his list.
"Ow. My head." Rod was standing beside his overturned car, wondering what happened. "Damn. That was close." His ghostly form looked at the smashed-up car. "My car." He saw the reaper holding a stopwatch. "Can you call a tow truck, as well as an ambulance? I think I have a head injury." He didn't notice the driver's side sunk in.
"It's time. Your family is waiting for you." He clicked the watch.
"My headache is gone." He saw his body in the car. "Talk about irony." He looked up. "Mikey. Mom, Dad. I'm coming home." He faded into the reaper's light.
"Just like that huh." The reaper turned around at the voice.
"You. You don't belong here. Ugh." He felt the blade going into his angelic belly.
"I know. It was you that ferried me to Hell, thanks for the ride." The demon watched as the reaper faded away into nothing. The demon smirked. He had all three ingredients, he just needed one more weapon to activate the blade. "Balthazar, your time is coming to a close." He shimmered away before the car coming down the highway saw him.
A plain black car stops at the accident scene, and a man dressed in all black steps out of the car. He walks over and checks the driver's pulse.
"Sorry." No one should know about the Winchesters or their secrets. Messenger had a job, keeping the Winchester's secrets was one of them. "I don't like killing people, but I can't risk exposure."
He managed to get a part-time job as a mechanic, the garage was only too happy to hire him, thanks to his brainwashing techniques. That garage was for exclusive use by the town's police department. He only worked there to see what the Chief of Police knew, but when he didn't say a word, he decided to sabotage his car anyway. It was for his own good, Man wasn't supposed to know certain things. Seeing lights in the distance, he drove away into a gravel road with his lights off.