You and the brothers had just stopped at a service station as you were passing through Bismark, Kentucky. You walked over to the coffee shop across the street to pick up some fuel for the three of you. After you got the coffee's you went back over to the Impala, and you saw Sam leaning against it looking at a map and Dean on the phone with somebody a few feet away. "All right, we got a vanilla latte for Sam, a black coffee for Dean, and a mocha with extra whipped cream for me." you stated as you handed Sam his latte, you just set Dean's coffee on the top of the car so he could grab it when he was done on the phone.

"Thanks Y/N." Sam thanked as he took his latte. "Okay, so I think I've found a way we can bypass that construction just east of here. We might even make Pennsylvania faster than we thought." Sam pointed out as he looked at the map while Dean had just finished his call.

"Yeah. Problem is we're not going to Pennsylvania." Dean proclaimed as he walked over to his side of the car and grabbed his coffee.

"What, why?" you wondered looking over at Dean as you sipped your mocha.

"Just got a call from, uh-From an old friend. Her father was killed last night. She thinks it might be our kind of thing." Dean explained.

"What?" Sam questioned as he put the map back in the car.

"Yeah. Believe me. She never would've called, never, if she didn't need us. Come on." Dean replied as he got in the car. You went ahead and got into the car since Dean didn't normally ask to make stops like this before. "You coming or what?" Dean asked Sam as he looked at him and started the car. Sam just got in on his side with a confused look on his face. Then Dean pulled out and drove away from Bismark.

"By "old friend," you mean...?" Sam started to ask as he looked over at Dean.

"A friend that's not new." Dean stated clearly trying to avoid the subject.

"Yeah, thanks." Sam chuckled as he looked back at the road.

"So, her name's Cassie, huh?" you piped up from the back seat. "She's gotta be an old flame, am I right? That's the only reason you would help someone out."

"Yeah, we went out." Dean answered.

"You mean you dated somebody? For more than one night?" Sam asked looked back over at Dean.

"Am I not speaking a language you're not getting here? Yeah, Dad and I were working a job in Athens, Ohio. She was finishing up college. We went out for a couple of weeks." Dean explained.

"So what happened?" you wondered waiting for Dean to continue his story. Dead just shook his head and focused on his driving.

"Look, it's terrible about her dad, but 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 asked. "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 couple of times, and you tell her everything? Dean!"

"Yeah. Looks like." Dean responded.

"If you guys have this family rule why did you tell me about what you do?" you wondered from the backseat.

"You were a special case." Dean simply said as he drove. After that the ride went quiet for the remainder of your trip.

Once you three reached the newspaper Cassie worked at Dean parked and the three of you went into the building. As you entered you notice two men and a woman standing in the middle of the office having a heated discussion. When you followed the boys to the front desk the two men were walking away from the woman, who you assumed to be Cassie since Dean just kept staring at her.

"Dean." Cassie mumbled as she stared hard at Dean, while he just smiled at her.

"Hey Cassie." Dean greeted as she walked up to him. Cassie and Dean just stared at each other like they were the looking ones in the room, while you and Sam just awkwardly stood there. Clearly whatever happened between them was more than a fling, and was still there. "This is my brother, Sam, and our friend Y/N."

"Hi," Cassie greeted you and Sam as the two of you just nodded your head's at her.

"I'm sorry about your dad." Dean apologized as he just stared back at Cassie.

"Yeah. Me too." Cassie responded.


Cassie decided to take the three of you to her mother's house where she was staying to discuss her father's death. You sat on the couch next to Sam as you waited for Cassie to return from the kitchen. "My mother's 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 explained as she set the tray down on the coffee table and served you and the boys tea.

"Why?" Dean asked as he watched her.

"He was scared. He was seeing things." Cassie replied.

"Like what?" you wondered.

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

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

"He didn't talk about a driver. Just the truck." Cassie shook her head as she handed each of you a cup of tea. "He said it would appear and disappear. And, in the accident, Dad's truck was dented like it'd been slammed into by something big."

"Thanks." you thanked her as she handed you your cup of tea.

"Now, you're sure this dent wasn't there before?" Sam questioned as he sipped his tea and Cassie sat down across from you guys.

"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 from Dad's car leading right...to the edge where he went over." Cassie explained what happened. "One set of tracks. His."

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

"Best friend. Clayton Soames." Cassie answered. "They 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."

"Now, can you think of any reason why your father and his partner might be targets?" Dean asked Cassie.

"No." Cassie replied.

"And you think this ghost truck ran them off the road?" you asked Cassie.

"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 stated as she looked towards the floor.

"Skeptical." Dean chuckled as he looked down at his hands. "If I remember, I think you said I was nuts."

"That was then." Cassie pointed out and Dean just nodded his head at her. "I just know that I can't explain what happened up there. So I called you." Then the front door suddenly opened as a woman walked into the living room. "Mom" Cassie called out as she quickly got up and met her at the doorway. "Where have you been? I was-"

"Oh. I had no idea you'd invited friends over." Her mom said as you and the boys got up to introduce yourselves to her.

"Uh, mom, this is Dean, a friend of mine from...college. And his brother Sam, and friend Y/N." Cassie explained.

"Well, I-I, uh...I-I won't interrupt you." Her mom stuttered as she started to walk away.

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

"I'm really not up to that just now." Mrs. Robinson mumbled as she quickly walked into the other room. Once you three went done talking with Cassie you returned to the motel you were staying at for the night.


The next morning Dean got a call from Cassie saying that another one of her dad's friends was driven off the road, so you three met her at the scene of the accident. "Accidents do happen, Cassie. That's what they are. Accident." The man stated. He was arguing with Cassie as you three walked up to them.

"Did the cops check for additional denting on Jimmy's car? See if it was pushed?" Dean wondered.

"Who are they?" The man asked gruffly.

"Dean and Sam Winchester, and Y/N L/N. Family friends. This is Mayor Harold Todd." Cassie introduced you and the boys to him.

"There was one set of tire tracks. One. Doesn't point to foul play." Harold argued as you looked over at what was left of Jimmy's car.

"Mayor, the police and town officials take their cues from you. If you're indifferent-" Cassie stated to retort.

"Indifferent?" Harold questioned.

"Would you close the road if the victims were white?" Cassie accused as she glared at Harold.

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

"And what is that?" Cassie spat.

"Why don't you ask your mother?" Harold suggested before walked away.

After you three were done checking out the accident with Cassie you returned to the motel to get dressed to ask around town. "You gotta admit Cassie's got real guts, going toe to toe with the mayor like that." you called out into the room from the bathroom. You were changing in your dress shirt and suit pants in there while the boys changed in the other room. You decided to choose dress pants over a skirt so it would be easier to move in instead anything happened.

"Yeah, I bet your as* a couple of times, huh Dean?" Sam commented as you came out and put on your suit jacket and your slightly-heeled short boots. "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 pointed out as Dean just gave him a look to shut up. "It's just... an interesting observation in a, you know, observational interesting way." You tried to cover up your laugh as a snort came out of your mouth.

"You two think we might have some more pressing issues here?" Dean growled as he finished tightening his tie.

"Hey, if I'm hitting a nerve-" Sam started to say as he finished with his own tie.

"Oh, let's go." Dean grumbled as he left the motel room. You and Sam snickered as Dean left the room.

Dean drove you three to the local dock where you could find some old friends of Jimmy and Cassie's dad. You walked over to two older men playing checkers on the dock. "Excuse me. Are you Ron Stubbins? You were friends with Jimmy Anderson?" Dean inquired.

"Who are you?" Ron asked as he looked over you and the boys.

"We're with Mr. Anderson's insurance company." you explained setting the cover story for you guys. "Just here to dot some I's and cross some T's."

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

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

"Well, visions, hallucinations..." Sam started to say.

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

"What company you three with?" Ron asked.

"All National Mutual." you replied as you pulled out your fake ID to show Ron. "We'll mutually helpful to all of our clients all over the nation."

"Tell me, uh, did he ever mention, uh, seeing a truck? Big, black truck?" Dean asked Ron as he put his hands on his hips.

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

"Son, this-This truck." Ron's friend started to say. "A big scary-monster-lookin' thing?"

"Yeah, actually. I think so." Dean answered as Ron's friend just nodded his head. "What?"

"I have heard of a truck like that." Ron's friend replied.

"You have? Where?" you wondered as you raised an eyebrow.

"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." Ron's friend explained.

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

"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." Ron's friend stated as he and Ron looked at each other.

"Thank you." Sam said as you walked away.

"Truck." Dean stated as the three of you walked back to the car.

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

"You know this reminds me of the Flying Dutchman." you pointed out.

"Yeah, a ghost ship, infused with the captain's evil spirit. It was a part of him." Sam agreed.

"We could be dealing with the same thing. You know, a phantom truck, who's the extension of some bast*rd ghost Re-enacting past crimes." Dean deduced.

"The victims have all been black men." you mentioned.

"I think it's more that that. They all seem connected to Cassie and her family." Dean stated.

"All right. Well, uh, you work that angle. Go talk to her." Sam suggested.

"Yeah I will." Dean agreed.

"Oh, and you might also want to mention that other thing." Sam suggested.

"What other thing?" Dean wondered as you three reached the car.

"The serious unfinished business?" Sam reminded Dean. "Dean, what is going on between you two?"

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

"Oh you two were definitely involved, you could cut the sexual tension between you two with a knife." you commented and Dean just gave you a look.

"Okay, a lot more. Maybe." Dean finally agreed. "And I told her the secret, about what we do and I shouldn't have."

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

"Yeah, I don't. It was stupid to get that close, I mean look how it ended." Dean admitted as Sam just smiled at Dean. "Would you stop? Blink or something."

"You loved her." Sam stated.

"Ah, God." Dean muttered.

"You were in love with her, but you dumped her." Sam figured out as Dean gave him a look.

"Oh my, she dumped you." you realized.

"You two in the car, now." Dean growled as he got into the car. "Get in the car!"


Dean dropped you and Sam off at the motel, while he went back to Cassie's mom's house to talk to her. "So how much do you want bet on whether Dean is coming back tonight or not?" Sam suggested as he was working on the laptop.

"Oh you are on, fifty bucks on him totally not coming home tonight." you agreed. Over the next few hours you and Sam just hung out in the motel room. He researched the deaths that happened in the sixties. You went to the diner next door to the motel and picked up some dinner for you and Sam. Then spent most of the night relaxing in what was supposed to be Dean's bed watching T.V. and reading another book you picked up on the road. The clock hit eleven at night and Dean still wasn't back.

"Dang it." Sam grumbled as he handed you fifty bucks from his wallet.

"Thank you," you said as you took the money from him. "At least I get the bed tonight."


The next morning you and Sam woke up to find out that Mayor Harold was killed earlier in that morning. So you got a ride to the scene of his death so investigate. You went discussing what happened with the sheriff when Dean walked up to you and Sam. "He's with us." Sam told the sheriff as he put his ID away. "Where were you last night? You didn't make it back to the motel."

"Well..." Dean started to say.

"So did you two work things out, then?" you wondered as you three started walked over to Harold's body.

"We'll be working things out when we're ninety." Dean stated as he looked over at you. "So, what happened?"

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

"Something like a truck?" Dean wondered.

"Yep." You replied as you three stopped walking.

"Tracks?" Dean asked.

"Nope." Sam stated.

"What was the mayor doing here anyway?" Dean wondered as he looked around the area. It was mostly fields on grass with trees lining each side of the road.

"He owned the property. Brought it a few weeks ago" you answered.

"Yeah, but he's white." Dean pointed out. "It doesn't fit the pattern.

"Killing didn't happen up on the road. That doesn't fit, either." Sam mentioned. You watched as the coroners loaded Harold's body into a van and drove away.

Dean met up with Cassie at the newspaper to investigate, while you and Sam went to the courthouse to check their records. You found out that the Mayor owned an abandoned property and the previous owner was the Dorian family. You called Dean to bet him an update on what you found."Yeah." you heard Dean say and him answered his phone.

"So, we found out from the courthouse records that the mayor and his wife brought an abandoned property, and the previous owner was the Dorian family for, apparently 150 years." You explained to Dean through the phone which Sam was putting away the record you two had borrowed.

"Dorian?" Dean questioned.

"Yeah." you confirmed as you nodded your head even though Dean couldn't see your face. Then you heard whispering coming from Dean's side, you assumed he must have been talking to Cassie.

"That's interesting." Dean mumbled into the phone.

"What?" You wondered as Sam walked back over to you.

"This Cyrus Dorian. He vanished in April of '63. The case was investigated, but never solved. That's right around the time that the string of murders occurred." Dean replied.

"Well, we also pulled a bunch of papers on the Dorian estate. It must've been in terrible shape when the mayor brought it." You commented.

"Why do you think that?" Dean asked.

"The very first thing he did was bulldoze the house." You pointed out as you and Sam walked out of the courthouse. You heard Dean tuck his phone away to talk to Cassie again.

"You got a date?" Dean asked you again through the phone.

"Umm, the third of last month it looks like." you said as you reviewed the notes you made while researching.

"Mayor Todd bulldozed the Dorian family home on the third. The first killing was the very next day." Dean stated you figured he was reading a newspaper article from last month. Once Dean finished with Cassie at the newspaper he met you and Sam back at the motel.


You were just bundled up under your covers on the couch when Dean's phone rang, you sighed inwardly as you and the boys got up. Cassie called Dean in a panic saying that the truck was outside her mom's house.

So you three raced over to make sure she was safe. "Maybe you could throw a couple shots in there." Cassie retorted as Sam handed her a cup of hot tea and sat down next to you. You and Sam were sitting in the chairs across from Cassie and Dean who were sitting on the couch. While her mom was sitting in a chair next to Cassie.

"You didn't see who was driving the truck?" you asked Cassie as she sipped her tea.

"It seemed to be no one. Everything was moving so fast. And then it was just gone. Why didn't it kill us?" Cassie questioned as she looked between you, Sam, and Dean for answers.

"Whatever's controlling the truck wants you afraid first." Dean stated as he had his arm wrapped around her.

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

"Mom?" Cassie wondered as you all looked at her mom.

"Oh, uh, Martin was under a lot of stress. You-You can't be sure about what he was seeing." Mrs. Robinson shuttered as she tried to drink her tea. You could tell she was very nervous and wasn't telling you guys everything.

"Well, after tonight I think we can be reasonably sure that he was seeing a truck." Dean growled. He was probably upset because Cassie was in danger. "What happened tonight, you and Cassie are marked. Okay? And your daughter could die. So, if you know something, now would be a really good time to tell us about it."

"Dean-" Cassie started to say as she looked over at Dean.

"Yes." Mrs. Robinson interrupted. "Yes. He said he saw a truck."

"Did he know who it belonged to?" you asked Mrs. Robinson.

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

"Who was that?" Dean wondered.

"Cyrus." Mrs. Robinson said as you and boys looked between each other. "A man named Cyrus." Then Dean a copy of an article out of his jacket and show it to Mrs. Robinson.

"Is this Cyrus?" Dean asked her as he held up the paper.

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

"How do you know he died, Mrs. Robinson? The paper said he went missing. How do you know he died?" Dean questioned.

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

"The string of murders." Sam mentioned.

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

"What about Cyrus?" you wondered.

"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 tried to explain as she started crying.

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

"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 and..." Mrs. Robinson continued.

"Why didn't he call the cops?" Dean questioned.

"This was 40 years ago. He called on his friends: Clayton Soames and Jimmy Anderson. And they put Cyrus's body into the truck and rolled it into the swamp at the edge of his land. And all three of them kept that secret all these years." Mrs. Robinson finished.

"And now all three are gone." you started to say.

"So is Mayor Todd." Dean continued saying. "Now, he said... that you, of all people, would know that he is not a racist. Why would he say that?"

"He was a good man. He was a young deputy back then. Investigating Cyrus's 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 explained.

"What didn't you tell me?" Cassie cried.

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

"Yes, there is." Dean stated as he looked over at Cassie.

After talking with Cassie and Mrs. Robinson you and the brothers went out to the car to discuss what to do next. "Ah, my life was so simple. Just school, exams... papers on polycentric cultural norms." Sam stated as he leaned on the hood of the Impala.

"So I guess I saved you from a boring existence, huh?" Dean retorted.

"Yeah, occasionally I miss boring." Sam pointed out as he sighed.

"All right, so about the killer truck..." you started to say.

"I miss conversations that didn't start with "this killer truck." Ah..." Sam sighed again.

"All right, 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 put together.

"So, what woke it up?" Sam wondered.

"Maybe it was the destruction of his house." you suggested.

"Right, demolition or remodeling can awaken spirits, make 'em restless. Like that, uh- Like that theater in- in Illinois?" Sam pointed out.

"Yep, and the guy who tears down the family homestead, Harold Todd, is the same guy that kept Cyrus's murder quiet and unsolved." Dean continued.

"And now his spirit is awake and out for some blood." you finished.

"I guess, and who knows what ghosts are thinking, anyway?" Dean wondered.

"You know we're gonna have to dredge that body up from the swamp, right?" Sam pointed out as he looked over at Dean as you noticed Cassie walking up to you three.

"Hey." Dean said greeting her.

"Hey." Cassie responded back. "She's asleep. Now what?"

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

"Don't go getting all authoritative on me. I hate it." Cassie huffed.

"Don't leave the house, please?" Dean asked nicely while Sam chuckled to himself.

"Actually I think Dean should stay here." you spoke up while everyone looked over that you.

"Why?" Dean wondered.

"Just in case the trunk comes back here while we are trying to salt the body." you explained.

"You and Sam can't drag the truck and salt it yourselves." Dean stated.

"Oh we got this, right Sam?" you asked as you winked at Sam.

"Oh, yeah, totally." Sam agreed as he nodded to you.

"Fine." Dean sighed as he tossed Sam the keys to the Impala. "But Sam's driving and you call me as soon as it's done got it?"

"Aye aye, sir." you replied as you and Sam got into the Impala and drove to the swamp the truck was pushed into.


Once you and Sam got to the swamp he used one of the nearby machines meant to be used for construction to pull up the truck. "All right, keep on going she's almost up!" you called out as you guided Sam and watched him operate the machine. "Just a bit more! Stop!" You called over to Sam as you went to the Impala to get the salt and fuel. "I've got the gas and flashlight, you got the the salt and lighter?" You asked Sam as you dug through the trunk.

"All right, Let's get it done." Sam said as he closed the Impala's trunk and you two approached the truck. The truck was covered in rust and algae from being in the swamp for so long. You shined the flashlight for Sam while he opened the driver's side door. You both groaned as a musty, rotten stench poured out of the truck and Cyrus's body fell towards you two.

"Ugh, can we get this done quickly?" you wondered as you covered your nose from the stench. You and Sam laid Cyrus's body on some wood pallets nearby, you poured the gas on the corpse, while Sam poured the salt on it. When you were done he lit the body on fire and you watched it burn.

"Think that will do it?" Sam sighed as he leaned back a bit. Suddenly you heard an engine rev behind you as you turned around to see the truck still standing.

"Dammit! You gotta be kidding me!" you cried as you shielded your eyes from the truck's headlights.

"So burning the body had no effect on that thing?" Sam questioned as you both stared at the truck.

"Beats me, you're the expert here!" You blurted back.

"There must be a part of him still fused to the truck." Sam suggested looking over at you as you slowly walked over to the Impala. "Where are you going!?"

"I'm gonna go for a spin, distract it until you figure something out! Maybe you could burn the whole truck." you suggested as you got into the Impala.

"How the hell am I supposed to burn a whole truck, Y/N?" Sam shouted as he looked back at the rusted truck.

"I'm sure you'll figure something out!" you hollered as you tossed him the duffel bag from the back seat.

"Figure something-?" Sam started to say as he caught the bag looking between you and the truck. "Dean's gonna kill you!"

"Eh, I'll worry about that after I survive the ghost truck." you retorted as you started the car and drove towards the road with the ghost truck following you.

You sped down the road past where the mayor was killed as the truck got closer and closer. You were trying to watch your speed so you could keep control of the car. The ghost truck was breathing your exhaust as you tried to speed up. You called Sam to see if he figured anything out yet. "Hey, you gotta give me a minute." Sam said as he picked up his phone.

"I have no minutes! What's the plan?" you asked into your phone as you glanced in the rear view mirror.

"Uh, let me get back to you." Sam mumbled as he hung up on you.

"Seriously!?" you growled as you swerved the car left and right a bit to stop the truck from passing you. The seconds felt like minutes until Sam finally called you back.

"Alright, Y/N." Sam answered into his phone.

"You better have something!" you cried looking in the rear view mirror again.

"Where are you?" Sam asked.

"In the middle of nowhere with Casper the deadly truck on my as*!" you shouted into the phone. "I think this thing knows we burned Cyrus."

"Y/N, listen to me. It's important. I have to know exactly where you are." Sam requested.

"Decatur Road, just two miles off the highway." You replied as you glanced at a passing street sign.

"Okay. Headed east?" Sam inquired.

"Yes!" you yelled as the truck slammed into the back of the Impala causing you to jerk forward a bit and as lose control for a second. "Aw, Dean's gonna kill me for sure!" You straightened out and focused on the road into front of you as you sped up. "Dammit! Dammit! Dammit!"

"Okay, uh, turn right! Up ahead! Turn right!" Sam ordered as you turned sharply to the right down a gravel road. "You make the turn?"

"Yeah, I made it!" you cried out into your phone. "You need to be quicker about this, before I end up as scrap metal!"

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

"No! W-Wait, yes. I see it." you stuttered as you glanced toward the road you were coming up to.

"Okay, turn left." Sam requested.

"What!?" you cried as you started to pass the road in question with the truck now driving next to you, blocking the road. You slammed on the brakes as the truck sped past you giving you an opening to turn left. You heard the tires squeal and the car tip as you turned. "Now what?"

"You need to go exactly seven-tenths of a mile and stop." Sam explained.

"Stop?" you questioned.

"Exactly seven-tenths, Y/N." Sam repeated.

"Seven-tenths, seven-tenths." you mumbled to yourself as you watched the odometer. Once you saw the meter hit nine you did a u-turn and stopped the car in the ruins of an old building. Then you saw the ghost truck appear down the road in front of you.

"Y/N, you still there?" Sam asked breaking the intense silence in the car.

"I'm here," you whispered breathing heavily as you stared at the truck.

"What's happening?" Sam wondered.

"It's just staring at me. What do I do?" you asked Sam.

"Just what you are doing. Bringing it to you." Sam explained.

"W-Yeah." you stuttered bumbling over your words. Then the truck started speeding towards you as you started to panic a bit. You gripped the steering wheel until your hands turned white, and closed your eyes waiting for the impact. You heard squealing and opened up your eyes to see the truck pass through you and the car and evaporate into the air. You looked all around you waiting for it to appear again but it never came back.

"Y/N?" you heard Sam called into your phone as you gathered your nerves. "Y/N, you still there? Y/N?"

"What happened to it?" you wondered as you replied to Sam.

"Y/N, you're where the church was." Sam pointed out.

"W-Wait, church?" you muttered as you took in your surrounding for the first time and noticed the ruins of what used to be a church. "Right, the place Cyrus burned down and killed all those kids."

"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 explained.

"Maybe? Maybe!? And if you were wrong? I could have died!" you spat.

"Huh, honestly, that thought hadn't occurred to me." Sam stated. You just hung up on Sam as you sat in shock and processed everything that just happened.


The next day you and the boys were getting ready to leave as Dean said goodbye to Cassie. "My mother says to tell you thanks again." Cassie said to Dean as they walked up to the Impala. You and Sam were already inside waiting for Dean. You were still a little upset with Sam after he risked your life on a hunch and Dean was livid with you after you as he put it "manhandled" his baby and refused to let you drive her ever again. "This is a better goodbye than the last time."

"Yeah, well, maybe this time it will be a little less permanent." Dean hoped as he stared at Cassie.

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

"Well, I've seen stranger things happen. Hell of a lot stranger." Dean mumbled his voice cracking a bit.

"It might not work out for us, but I know there is someone out there meant for you and they might be closer than you think." Cassie assured Dean. "Goodbye Dean."

"I'll see you, Cassie. I will." Dean promised Cassie as they kissed one last time. Dean got in the car as Sam drove away as Dean kept his eyes on Cassie until he lost sight of her.

"I like her." Sam commented as he drove down the road.

"Yeah." Dean simply said.

"You meet some like her...ever make you wonder if it's worth it?" Sam wondered. "Putting everything else on hold? Doing what we do?"

"Why don't you wake me up when it's my turn to drive." Dean asked as he put his sunglasses on to take a nap.

"Oh, I could drive!" you suggested from the back seat.

"Never again! You're lucky I even let you back in after what you put her through!" Dean growled back at you.

"Sorry, sorry." you apologized as Sam continued down the road.