Route 666

"Okay, I think I might have found a way to bypass that construction." Sam elbows me in my side. "Where?" I ask lazily. I'm not really interested, but pretend to be for his sake. "Just east of here." He tells me, showing me the map he's been studying for the last ten minutes. I hum in response, following the red line on the map that he just pointed out with my eyes. "We might even make Pennsylvania faster than we thought." Sam turns back to glance at Dean, who's standing a little further away, still busy with his phone. He just ended a call with god knows who. He heard us, though. "Yeah…" He mutters to Sam, walking past both of us and pushing his phone back into his pocket. "Problem is, we're not going to Pennsylvania." He then adds, diverting his eyes. "Huh?" I question, very confused. We just spent the last two days crossing the country to get to Pennsylvania, we had a very clear goal. "What?" Sam huffs, throwing his arms up and expressing his disbelief. "I just got a call from uh… an old friend. Her father was killed last night, she thinks it might be our kind of thing." Dean explains shortly. "What?" Sam's face falls when he hears that. "Who?" I lean my head to the side curiously. I'm pretty sure I know all Dean's old friends, or have at least seen them once or twice. "Doesn't matter. However, believe me, she never would have called, never, if she didn't need us." Dean expertly averts my original question, moving back towards the car. I watch him get in with a frown, now even more curious. Who could he have been on the phone with, for his answer to be so vague?

"Come on! Get in the car!" Dean calls out when me and Sam are still looking at each other in confusion. "Do you know who he's talking about?" Sam opens the passenger's door, eying me warily. I shrug, shaking my head at him. Dean had many 'she's' involved in his life, half of them I never saw anyways and wouldn't know the names of either. And the half I did see, were only involved for short amount of times.

Dean impatiently starts the car, motivating us to quickly get in. "This is so annoying…" I let out with a sigh, watching Dean drive back the same way we just came from after about a whole day's drive. "You wanna drive?" Dean eyes me through the review mirror. "Nahh, thanks." I stick both my hands up, showing him I'm good. "Pup, you accidentally ran into a pole, okay? You didn't hit someone or trash the car." Dean states sarcastically, shaking his head. "Oh, so you do acknowledge that it was an accident?" I cry out at him. "Of course!" He huffs. "You yelled at me for half an hour!" I retort, reminding him of how that conversation went down. Dean chuckles drily. "Yeah, well, what can I say." He pats the steering wheel affectionately. "You know, you should get back behind the wheel, Skye. It's like when you fall off a horse, you have to get back in there right away." Sam buds in. I do not appreciate the grin on his face as he recalls the mistake I made a few days ago while practicing to drive. It was dark and I just did not see the pole, there's nothing else I can make of it. "I've never even touched a horse." I snap back at him, making him laugh. "He's right, though. You'll have to get back behind the wheel soon, or you'll never do it again." Dean sticks a finger up at me. "Yeah, sure." My tone is dripping with sarcasm. "I'd rather not get yelled at again, that took years off my life." I add in a whisper. He doesn't hear me, thankfully.

It stays silent for a while, just the rock music blaring through the speakers. When we're crossing states, Sam can't hold back his curiosity any longer. "Hey, by 'old friend', you mean…?" He glances sideways, mischief twinkling in his eyes. "A friend that's not new." Is Dean's dry response. I bark out a laugh. "Yeah, thanks." Sam shakes his head with a chuckle. "What did you say her name was again?" I lean forward in hope my trick will work. "Cassie." Dean answers me shortly. "Oh, so her name is Cassie, huh?" Sam instantly takes the bait. "You never mentioned her." He adds, crossing his arms. "Didn't I?" Dean's tone becomes darker when he realizes his mistake. "Wait…" Something starts to dawn on me. I have heard that name before. "No, you didn't." Sam keeps staring at Dean, expectantly waiting for the story behind the name 'Cassie'. Dean sighs. "Yeah, well, we went out." Is all he says. "You mean you dated someone." Sam corrects him. Dean glances sideways, annoyed. "Dated? As in for more than one night?" I act all surprised, relishing in teasing my big brother. I don't get to do that often. "Am I speaking a language you two are not getting here?" Dean calls out, angrily glancing over at Sam. Sam lets out another laugh, glancing through the window. "Yeah, dad and I were working a job in Ohio, she was finishing up collage and we went out for a couple of weeks." Dean reluctantly gives us a little more information and I gasp in sudden recognition. "Yes, I do remember her! Or, at least her name." I call out happily. Slowly, a face swims back into my memory. "I think she came to the motel once, didn't she?" Dean throws an annoyed look through the review mirror, not answering my question. "And?" Sam asks, clearly wanting the rest of the story. Dean shrugs, staring back at the road. Sam decides to change the subject. "Look, it's terrible about her dad, but… kind of sounds like a standard car accident, from what you've told us." He points out. "I'm not seeing how it fits with what we do." I glance at Dean in curiosity, before something dawns on me. "Wait, have you told her what we do? I mean, she did call you for 'our kind of problem'…" I ask him slowly. I've wondered about that before, during the time he was dating her. I vaguely remember how suddenly she just stopped coming over, stopped calling him and Dean had been angry for days.

Sam watches Dean's reaction and slowly something dawns on him. "You told her…" He concludes accusingly. "You told her?" I am too surprised to say anything else. Why would he do that? He's always the one claiming we can't talk about it with anyone, especially not the people who are close to us. Sam seems pretty annoyed about that too. "You told her. The secret. Our big family rule number one; we do what we do and we shut up about it? For a whole year 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?" Sam pants harshly after his rant. Dean's just staring ahead with clenched jaws. "Dean!" Sam raises his voice accusingly. "Yeah… Looks like." He answers shortly. The conversation has gotten quite awkward. "Must have been one hell of a relationship then…" I start, trying to slightly defend him against Sam's accusations. He's not having it. "We stop talking about it now." He orders, glaring at Sam and then at me. Sam glares back at him, clearly pissed off, but does shut up.

We arrive in a small town, four hours later. The mood has slightly lightened, especially once Sam focussed his attention on me and my science stuff for the exams. How I'm gonna pass that one is very unclear to me, but he refuses to stop helping me. Dean parks across the road from an interior newspaper office and I'm assuming that's where we're headed. I'm very thankful I can put my book away now, throwing Sam a grateful look. I know I hate science, but I do appreciate how he's trying to help me.

Together, we walk towards the office and Dean takes the lead, stepping inside. It's crowded, a lot of people working at a lot of little desks. Journalists, writing their stories. Papers scattered around everywhere. Three people are in the center of the room and their conversation seems to be ending. A woman and man are standing with their backs to us, talking to a formal looking other dude. They seem annoyed, all of them.

Sam and I stay put, Dean puts a few steps forward. His eyes locked on the back of the woman. When she turns around, looking exhausted and irritated, she spots him. "Dean…" Her tone clearly tells me she is happy to see him. She starts walking towards him immediately. "Hey, Cassie." Dean greets her back, stuffing his hands in his pockets awkwardly. Cassie stops right in front of him, the two of them just looking at each other. Taking each other in, after all this time that passed between them. Sam smirks a little, elbowing me in my side. I nod with a smile, I see it too.

Dean scrapes his throat, snapping out of his trance. "Uh, this is my brother Sam…" He starts awkwardly, nodding his head towards us. Cassie glances at him, giving him a friendly nod. Dean doesn't have time to introduce me, she has already recognized me. "Damn, you were like, twelve when I last saw you…" She mutters in recognition, eying me up and down. "Uh, fourteen…" I correct her, a blush forming on my cheeks. "Ah…" She gives me a wink, telling me she didn't mean anything by it. I have to smile, remembering again how much I liked her the few times I did see her.

Cassie glances back at Dean. "I'm sorry about your dad." Dean tells her genuinely. "Yeah… Me too." She sighs, nodding shortly. Another silence occurs, with them just staring at each other. I get a feeling there might still be some chemistry between them.

Cassie ends up inviting us to her home. It's already getting dark outside, we've been driving the whole way. She takes us inside, places us on the couch and soon returns with tea. "My mother is 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." She starts talking, rummaging around with the tea and the cups. "Why?" Dean asks her, his eyes lingering on her back. "He was scared. He was seeing things." She tells him, throwing us a look over her shoulder. "Like what?" Dean presses on and Cassie sighs. "He swore he saw an awful looking black truck following him." That statement raises my eyebrows. "A truck?" Sam glances from Dean to Cassie. "Who was the driver?" He adds. "He didn't talk about a driver." Cassie shakes her head, turning back around. "Just the truck." She explains, placing two cups in front of Sam and Dean. "He said it would appear and disappear." She grabs the third cup, handing it to me. "And, in the accident, dad's car was dented. Like it had been slammed into, by something big." She finishes her story, hopefully glancing at Dean. "Are you sure the dent in his car wasn't already there?" I take a sip of my tea, before asking the first thing I can think of. She glances at me, slightly confused. "He sold cars, always drove a new one." She then explains to me. "There wasn't a scratch on that thing." I nod in understanding, giving her a small smile. "It had rained hard that night, there was mud everywhere. There was a distinct set of muddy tracks from dad's car leading right…" She stops herself for a second, her eyes watering. I'm sure talking about her fathers accident like this must be hard. "Right to the edge, where he went over." She finishes, her voice breaking. She glances down, her eyes sad. "One set of tracks! His!" She glances at Dean again helplessly. "And the first person killed was a friend of your fathers?" Dean asks her. "Best friend. Clayton Soames. They owned the car dealership together." She shakes her head sadly. "Same thing. Dent, no tracks. And the cops said exactly what they said about dad, he lost control of his car." As she's talking, I can see Dean and Sam look at each other. Like they seem to understand what's going on. "Could you think of any reason why your father and his partner might be targets?" Dean asks her carefully. She shakes her head. "No." Sam leans forward. "And you think this vanishing truck ran him off the road?" He sounds a little skeptical, but still interested. "Well, when you say it out loud like that…" Cassie falls silent, clearly doubting herself and her decision to call us. She probably has no idea what is going on either.

"Hey… Your dad probably didn't make it up." I try to comfort her. She turns to me. "Listen, I'm a little skeptical about this… 'ghost' stuff, or whatever it is you guys are into." She didn't mean it like she said it, but it does make Dean huff. "Skeptical…" He repeats slowly, glancing at Sam. "If I remember, I think you said I was 'nuts'." He turns back to her, his face serious. She looks at him remorsefully. "That was then." She slowly tells him. He nods, now its his turn to be skeptical. She turns her eyes to the ceiling for a second. "I just know that I can't explain what happened up there. It's why I called you." She looks intently at Dean, her eyes silently begging him for help.

We get interrupted by the front door opening and a woman stumbling inside. Cassie is off the couch in seconds. "Mom! Where have you been…" The older woman looks startled by the three strangers in her living room. "Oh…" She grabs Cassie's arm lovingly, bringing her hand to her chest. "I had uh, no idea you'd invited friends over." She stammers, glancing from Sam and Dean, to me. "Oh, uh, mom…" Cassie turns around to us. "This is Dean, a friend of mine from, uh, college…" She explains awkwardly. "And his siblings, Sam and Skye." Her mother nods at us, looking quite disoriented. "Well, I, uh. I… I won't interrupt you." She makes a move to walk away, clutching her handbag. "Misses Robbinson." Dean steps forward, making her turn back around. "We're sorry for your loss." He starts softly. The woman's eyes widen, grief still very visible in them. "We would like to talk to you for a minute, if you don't mind?" He tries to be a gentle as he can. The woman's eyes grow even wider. "I'm really not up to that, just now." She shortly answers him, before marching away. Cassie looks after her in concern. She then turns back to us, as if to say: 'I told you so'. Dean turns back to Sam and me awkwardly.

Cassie lets us out. It's quite late at night, we need to pick this back up in the morning. Dean takes us to the nearest motel he can find and all of us are yawning when we enter. "So, she said you were nuts when you told her?" I dare to ask, changing into my pajama shirt. Dean shakes his head shortly, letting out a laugh. His eyes don't laugh with him. "She didn't take it that well." He admits, throwing himself onto the couch, signaling to Sam that he wants a beer. "Is that why you, uh…?" I sit down on the bed, glancing at him expectantly. "None of your business." He grunts back, opening the bottle Sam just handed him. "Just curious…" I throw my hands up defensively. "You know, Skye, this is why we can't have relationships. People think we're nuts and block us out. You're better off without that, believe me." He leans back in the cushions, his face looking smug, like he just said the wisest words to me. "What about other hunters, then?" I ask him, ignoring that last statement. I don't believe any of that. I'm sure you can at least try and have some friends, or a relationship while being a hunter at the same time. It would just be cruel, if that wasn't the case. "Too dangerous." Dean explains, glancing at me. "As you saw last week, we can get hurt or killed at any second. That's why this job is so dangerous." Sam lets out a heavy sigh. "Don't fill her head with that crap, Dean." He tiredly states, putting his feet up on the table. "It's not crap, Sam!" Dean is instantly angered and throws him a glare. They start to bicker, which causes me to lie down in the bed and close my eyes. I have no intention whatsoever to join the bickering. Not this late at night and not while I'm so tired.

I fall asleep to Dean exclaiming to Sam how every relationship he's ever had, was lost due to the fact that he's a hunter with a very dangerous job and Sam sarcastically asking if he has ever thought of the fact that that could be because of him and not the job.

The next morning starts off rocky. A new death has come in through the police radio that my brothers have in the car. Sam's the one who heard it when he was on his way to get some breakfast and has alerted us. We're currently making our way over to the scene. From what Sam heard, it was an accident on the same road Cassie's dad was killed on. Again with a car going off the edge somewhere in the middle, the driver sadly being killed.

The moment we get close, it's clear where the crime scene is. Police cars with their sirens on, are parked around a heavily damaged car, lying on its side by the road. Coroners are also there, moving a stretcher to the car with a black bodybag on it. Cassie is there, I can see her talking angrily to that same man we saw her with when we came here yesterday. He seems to be going at her about something in anger. As we approach, I hear the last bit she snaps back to him. "Well, how about closing this section of roads, for starters." She's looking at him challengingly. "Close the main road? The only road in and out of town?" The man is shaking his head disapprovingly. "Accidents do happen, Cassie. That's what they are. Accidents…" He stops once he sees us. We've arrived and taken our stance behind Cassie. "Did the cops check for additional denting on Jimmy's car, see if it was pushed?" Dean interferes with the conversation like he was part of it from the start. Cassie jolts and turns around in surprise. "Who is this?" The man asks, his expressions annoyed. "Dean, Sam and Skye Winchester." Cassie explains shortly, giving us a friendly nod. "Family friends. This is, uh, mayor Harold Todd." She introduces us to the man and now I understand why he looks so formal. He's the mayor of this godforsaken town.

The mayor apparently doesn't do pleasantries. He just glances at Dean in irritation. "It was one set of tire tracks. One. Doesn't point to foul play." He states. "Mayor…" Cassie instantly interferes. "The police and town officials take their cues from you, if you're indifferent about…" The mayor's clearly not having any more. He interrupts her rudely. "Indifferent?" He snaps at her. Cassie stares right into his face. "Would you close the road if the victims were white?" She apparently puts her point right where it hurts, cause the mayor slowly raises his eyebrows. "You suggesting I'm racist, Cassie. I'm the last person you should talk to like that." He mutters to her. "And why is that?" She asks him, the same venom still in her tone. "Why don't you ask your mother." The mayor ends the conversation with that vague statement, giving us a last glance, before stalking away.

An awkward silence rises. Cassie lets out a deep breath, before turning to us. She clearly looks very confused and upset. "Uh, well…" She's not sure what to say. "Was he right? One set of tracks?" Sam asks her, conveniently changing the subject. "Go and take a look for yourself." She points in the direction of the car wreck. "Come on." Sam grabs my arm and motions for me to walk with him. We approach the car wreck, leaving Dean with Cassie. "You still think these are just accidents?" I ask Sam, crouching down next to the set of tracks, examining them. Sam huffs. "I'm not sure anymore. Cassie sure seems to think something is going on." He answers me, glancing around the scene. "Well, it is weird that three nights in a row, the same accident happens here, right?" I glance up at him, looking for confirmation. Sam nods slowly. "Yeah, that is very unlikely." I lean my head to the side. "Can a car get possessed?" I ask him curiously. He glances down at me with a frown. "Well, Cassie said her dad kept seeing a big truck that would appear and disappear. Can a car get possessed like that?" I explain my thought process to him. "Hmmm, well I think so, a spirit can basically attach themselves to anything. Mostly, something personal to them." Sam explains, glancing back at the car wreckage. "So it could be possible." I conclude for myself, standing back up.

We walk back slowly, trying not to disrupt whatever hushed conversation Dean's having with Cassie. The way that they look at each other makes me believe there's still something there. He's leaning into her way more than a distant 'friend' would do and she's hanging onto every word he's saying. Dean sees us and clears his throat. "Okay, yeah. We'll go and see what we can find out. You go talk to your mother." He puts a quick hand on her shoulder, before turning around and moving back to us. "So?" Sam asks him curiously. "Well, she's gonna figure out what that mayor said about her mom. And we…" He initiates a walk back to the impala. "We're gonna dress up and see what we can find out about this new victim."

Dean drives us back to the motel, where Sam dives into his laptop to see what he can find. Dean himself starts looking for their suits. I suggest grabbing my own neat clothes, but Dean starts a discussion about how it's better if they go together. Too many people will cause suspicion, bla bla bla. I let him say what he wants to say about it, but then use the situation to my advantage and make him promise he'll take me out shooting later. It's been a while. Like, two whole days.

They do start to look like two insurance employee's as they start dressing themselves. "I'll say this for her. She's fearless." Sam comments, grabbing his black jacket and shrugging it on. "Hmmm." Dean answers in agreement. "Talkin about Cassie, or me?" I joke, dropping down on the couch. Sam throws me his bitch face, Dean doesn't even react. "I bet she kicked his ass though." I mutter under my breath, grinning at Dean's back. Sam huffs out a laugh. "Oh, I bet she did." He agrees with me. Dean turns to him with a glare. "What's interesting, is you guys never really look at each other at the same time." Sam states, glancing at him. A playful twinkle in his eyes. "They do look at each other." I correct Sam, leaning back in the cushions. "He looks at her when she's busy doing somethin…" I start, leaving Sam to finish my sentence. "And she checks him out when he looks away." Sam follows my lead, a large grin on his face. Dean lets out an annoyed breath, throwing Sam another glare and then taking the effort to actually turn around and glare at me. I flash him a wide grin. "It's just uh, just an interesting observation and uh… You know, observationally interesting, like…" Sam's full on teasing his brother now. Dean interrupts him in annoyance. "I think we might have some more pressing issues here." He drily states. Sam glances down, trying to hide his smile. "What could be more pressing than an interesting love story…" I continue to tease, plopping my legs up on the couch and sinking further into the cushions. "Okay, that's it." Dean turns around in a flash and starts stalking towards me, determination in his eyes. "Crap!" I squeal loudly, scrambling to get off the couch I just sunk into. Sam can't stop his laughter as he watches how Dean jumps forward, trying to grab me. "Come here." He growls, his voice still pissed off, but with a playful undertone. "No! Get away from me. Dean, n-no!" I screech when I feel his hands on my waist. He gives me a pull and unbalances me instantly. Just before I crash to the floor, he lifts me up and drags me towards him. I'm already laughing as I struggle to get away, I can't help it. "Sam, hehehelp! No, Dean let mehe go!" Sam lets out a deep chuckle as he watches us with twinkling eyes, blatantly ignoring my plea for help. I try to call out for Sam again, but all that comes out is laughter once Dean has dragged me into his lap and his fingers make contact with my ribs. "What is more pressing than an interesting love story, huh? Really?" Dean growls into my ear angrily, attacking my ribs and sides with vigor. I can't even answer him as ticklish electricity spasms through my whole body, making me burst out in loud and helpless laughter. "Dehehehan stohohohohop! NOHOHO fahahahair, Iwasjust- crahahahahahahap!" I cannot get him off of me or escape, the asshole is much stronger than I am and I am left flailing on his lap as he continues his assault. "No fair my ass. Ya think you can just bully me without any consequences, huh?" Dean teases, his voice filled with amusement as he digs in harder. I double over in laughter, trying desperately to catch his hands to stop his attack. "SAHAHAHAHAM hehehehelp me! PlehehehSe ahahahahaDEHEHEHANAHAHAHAHAHA…" I can no longer think straight with how bad he's tickling me. I always forget how skilled of a tickler he is. "Didn't we have more pressing issues, Dean?" Sam eventually decides to come to my rescue and Dean lets up with a sigh. "I guess." He mutters, chuckling when he glances down and sees the still giggling, breathless mess he has created. "You are just so easy." He teases, bending down and giving me a quick kiss on my forehead. "Youhou suhuck…" Is al I am able to say, curling myself into a ball, wishing I could stop giggling. "Love you too." Dean grins widely, standing up. As much as I hate that it was at my expense, he seems to be in a lighter mood. "Well, seems like we are hitting a nerve…" Sam chooses to give his brother one last teasing blow and Dean's eyes darken. "One more word and you are next, buddyboy." He threatens. Sam is out the door in a second, Dean stalking after him.

I use the time I have until they return to dive into my math book. I am getting very sick of it, but the thought that I'll soon be done for at least a few months, keeps me going.

It's just Sam that returns, an hour later. He walks in with a stunned look on his face. "You look like you've seen a ghost." I comment with a chuckle, shutting off the TV. Sam turns to me. "He was in love with her." He tells me, his face serious. "What?" I raise my eyebrows. "Dean. He, uh… He told me he was in love with her. With Cassie." Sam repeats, walking up to the couch and dropping down next to me. My mouth falls open. "He actually told you that?" I ask him, now looking just as stunned. "Well, not in words, but yeah…" Sam glances at me. "Ah, man…" I feel horrible all of a sudden. We've been relentlessly teasing him about this girl, thinking it was funny. It wasn't. He was in love with her and she broke his heart. "He was in love with her and she dumped him when he told her the secret." Sam concludes, shaking his head shortly. "Ah… Crap! Now I feel even worse." I groan, leaning back in the cushions. "Same." Sam huffs, copying my movements and letting himself sink into the couch. "Where is he now?" I frown, noticing now that he's not here. "He's talkin to her. We found something out and we need to know if she's connected to it." Sam explains slowly. "What did you find out?" I ask curiously, draping my legs across his lap. "Well, we went to see those people we talked about and one guy told us the story of how someone in the sixties drove a big, monster truck, killing off black men in cars on that road. All black men, it seems." He explains. "Racists." I bow my head shortly. That's horrible. "Yeah, seems like. The guy was never caught, though…" Sam grabs my ankle and gives my foot a shake. "Dean thought it was something like the flying dutchman, a truck who's the extension of a ghost that's copying past crimes." He adds. "Huh…." I glance at him. "Possible." I then state slowly. "Yeah, but he also seemed to think it was all connected to Cassie and her family. The victims all were." Sam shakes my foot again absentmindedly. "Okay, well let's hope that's not the case." I mutter and Sam hums in agreement.

It stays silent for a moment, until I can't keep it in any longer. "You think he'll come home any time soon?" I ask. Sam huffs, grinning. "Well, I'm hoping he won't. You've seen them, there is still so much there." I chuckle, nodding in agreement.

Sam offers to help me study with science, but I am way too done with studying and refuse. He then refuses to take me out shooting and we bicker about it until he has to get us some dinner. It's getting colder and colder outside, I have noticed that. There might be snow coming in soon, which would be awesome. I have always loved snow. It gives off some kind of magical, cozy vibe that always makes me feel more at ease.

Sam and I have dinner together and I manage to persway him to take me out shooting anyway. We spend about two hours in a park somewhere, but have no good angle for me to shoot without being sure we don't hurt someone. So, instead he spars with me and teaches me some moves I can use with the gun without actually having to shoot. We rush our way back to the motel when the temperatures drop below zero and I'm starting to shake from the cold. I take my time enjoying a nice, hot shower. Dean doesn't come home and he's also not there when I wake up the next morning.

Sam is the one who hears the police radio in the car go off and runs outside to check it out. He calls me with a serious look on his face a few moments later. "Put on your jacket, we need to move." I dash through the door soon after. "What happened?" I take place in the passenger seat as he starts the car. "Don't know yet, but there has been someone killed on the road." He explains. "Oh, call Dean! He needs to know!" He drives off. I reach for my phone and call my brother. I didn't want to, but Sam's right. He has to know.

Dean picks up in his heavy morning voice. I explain the situation to him shortly and he promises he'll be on his way soon.

We arrive at the crime scene as one of the few first responders, together with a few police officers. We grab our badges and get clearance to examine the scene quicker than I ever thought would be possible. They don't even look at the badges, which is weird since we're not wearing any uniforms and I sure as hell don't look like I could be an officer of the law.

The dead body is one I recognize once I see it. It's the mayor, I'm pretty sure of it. He looks awful though, like that, scattered on the floor. It has started to snow slightly and I take my eyes off the body and to the surroundings. The snow is slowly turning everything white, creating that exact magical, almost relaxing vibe.

The coroner arrives on the scene and Sam speaks to a few officers. Finding out that every bone the mayor had, was crushed. And that his internal organs weren't even organs anymore. Something really bad happened to him.

Dean arrives soon after. He passes the body that's now being wheeled away, glancing at it swiftly. Then, he stalks towards us. "He's with us." Sam assures a suspicious looking agent, who gives him a small nod.

Dean has only just stopped in front of us, grinning at me and ruffling my hair, when Sam comes straight to the point. "Where were you last night?" Dean glances up at him shortly. "You didn't make it back to the motel." He adds when Dean doesn't say anything. "Yup." Dean pops the 'P' between his lips. "Well, maybe he didn't come back because he worked things out with Cassie…" I can't stop the grin spreading across my face as I suggest what we're all thinking. "We'll be working things out until we're ninety." Dean flashes me a slight grin back, making both me and Sam chuckle. "So, what happened?" He changes the subject, glancing at the crime scene we're currently at. "Well, something really bad happened to the mayor. His bones were all crushed and his internal organs…" I stop myself, having no idea how to phrase that. "Were turned into pudding." Sam takes over. "Cops were all stumped, but it's almost like something ran him over." Dean stops, glancing from me to Sam. "Something like a truck?" He suggests and I nod instantly. Of course it was the truck. "Tracks?" Dean raises his eyebrows questionably. "No." Is Sam's short answer. Dean lets out a deep sigh, leaning back. I slowly wipe some snow from his jacket, burying my neck deeper into my sweater. "Why was the mayor here, though?" I then question quietly. "He owned the property, bought it a few weeks ago." Sam explains to me. "Yeah, but he's white. He doesn't fit the pattern." Dean points at the scene behind us. "He also wasn't killed on the road, doesn't fit the pattern either." Sam adds with a nod. Dean lets out a sigh, looking confused. "We need to do some research." He concludes after a little silence.

We split up, again. With Dean actually offering to do the research, at Cassie's work place. Me and Sam let him go with grins on our faces, before making our way to the courthouse. Sam's happily humming to the music in the car, not even complaining that it's rock music. "You seem happier than usual." I slowly point out to him, leaning back in the seat. He swiftly glances sideways at me. "Not that you're… You know…" I awkwardly wave my hand in the air. "No worries." He laughs, flashing me that smile that I always loved so much. "Well… How come?" I push further, glancing outside the window to the snowy landscapes around me. Sam hums, taking a turn to the left. "I could get used to this, you know." He then says softly. I raise my eyebrows at him expectantly. "Well, having you here as my sidekick." He elaborates after seeing my confused look. My expression softens. "Aren't I always your sidekick?" I ask him, wiggling my eyebrows challengingly. He chuckles. "Well, I guess. But… You know, you're always uh…" He doesn't seem to know how to say what he wants to say and falls silent. "By Dean's side?" I finish his sentence slowly, guilt nagging at my insides. He huffs. "Well, I didn't mean it like that." He tries to reassure me, swiftly throwing me a look. "But, I do really like to spend more time with you, you know. Just the two of us, sometimes." He then says and I smile brightly at him. "Sam, there's never not time for that, you know. I mean, I know I'm at Dean's side a lot but you are…" He doesn't let me finish my sentence. "I know, I know. That's not what it's about, okay? It's just… Let's just keep it at that. I like to have you around as my sidekick this hunt." He awkwardly swallows. He's just as bad as Dean is at expressing his feelings and finding the right words. "Well, I hope you'll like having a fellow hunter by your side too. I might be a sidekick now, but…" Sam laughs, interrupting me. "Honey, watching you become a hunter has been amazing to see. I mean, yeah, there's a long way to go, but…" He inhales deeply. "As much as I need you to be safe, I also want you to be who you are, okay. No matter what dad wants." He places a supporting hand on my knee shortly. "Thanks, Sammy." I glance out of the window, my smile becoming even brighter. Those words mean more to me then he could ever know.

We reach the courthouse, sneak in and find what we're looking for within seconds. Sam's smart like that, he knows where to look. Back outside, we skim through the records and Sam finds what we needed. He calls Dean instantly. "Okay, the courthouse records show that Mister and Misses Mayor bought an abandoned property. The previous owner was the Dorian family, for like, a hundred and fifty years." He explains into the phone. "Yeah… What… Well, we pulled a bunch of papers up on the Dorian place, it must have been in bad shape when the mayor bought it… The first thing he did was bulldoze the place… Uhh…" Sam hands me the book and motions for me to look for something. A date, he mouths to me. "Here, here. The third of last month!" I hiss a short while later, showing him. "The next day, huh? Yeah, that can't be coincidence… Okay, Alright." Sam hangs up the phone and proceeds to explain to me what we just found out as we make our way back to the car. Something about the Dorian family, a disappearance and a front page article about that property. I don't see the connection, but try to listen as Sam explains it to me. At the motel, he dives back into his laptop to check everything Dean just told him. I spend the remaining time studying. I've been getting myself to do it more, now the dates are so close. I work best under pressure.

Dean comes back to the motel by the end of the day, just as Sam and I are munching down burgers. Well, I am. He's eating some kind of healthy Mexican wrap or something. The first thing Sam wants to do, as soon as his brother enters the motel room, is tease him and ask him about Cassie. Who he was once again with, for about the whole day. Dean doesn't bite this time. He ignores every comment Sam makes, loudly complains that he missed me and that he needs to take me out for a drive now that we are doing a case with a truck. He then proceeds to drag me out of the motel room, before Sam can say anything else to him. I erupt in loud laughter, especially upon seeing Sam's stunned face before we're out the door.

Dean and I are in the middle of my driving lesson, when his phone rings. He complains that it must be Sam, but falls silent when he sees the number. "Cassie?" He picks up in curiosity. It's already dark outside, night has fallen. His face contorts after only seconds. "Okay, okay. Slow down! Is it there? Hang on, I'll be right there!" He hangs up, before flinging himself out of the passengers seat. "Get in there!" He yells at me. There's clearly panic, something has happened. "What? What is it? Is she okay?" I hurry towards the other side of the car and don't even have time to put on my seatbelt before Dean speeds off. "The truck, it came to her house." Dean explains shortly, speeding through a turn and heading straight for Cassie's house. "You mean the invisible truck, probably attached to an angry spirit, was at her house?" I lean back, baffled. "Yes." Dean nods, his jaws clenched. "I thought he could only stay on the road…" I mutter in confusion. "Well, apparently not." Dean parks the car and we both jump out, sprinting to Cassie's home. There's no truck to be seen now.

When she lets us in, it's clear she has seen something. She's literally trembling and there is panic in her eyes. "Hey, hey… Are you alright?" Dean moves to put a hand on her shoulder, but instead she dives into his arms. "It was here, Dean! I swear. It was… The lights… and the papers…" She almost seems to doubt herself as she tries to tell him what she saw. "Alright, lets get inside. Come on." Dean gently ushers her into the house, sending me off to make her some tea. Her mother is also there, looking very lost as she glances around. I try to give her some comfort as I put on the kettle and she silently helps me grab two cups. Dean's softly talking to Cassie in the living room.

"Maybe you could throw a couple shots in that." Cassie drily comments when I hand her a cup of tea. I huff, taking a seat on the other couch, across from her. Her mom is clutching her own cup of tea, sitting herself down in the chair. She looks extremely uncomfortable. Almost like she wants to say something, but can't get the words out.

"You didn't see who was driving the truck?" Dean asks Cassie, his arm loosely around her in comfort. She shakes her head, taking a sip. "There seemed to be… no one." She mutters, letting out a sigh. "Everything was moving so fast… And then it was just gone." She glances from Dean to me. "Why didn't it kill us?" She seems at a loss for what has happened to her. "Well, whoever is controlling the truck would want you afraid first." Dean explains softly. His attention is on Cassie, but mine keeps going to her mother. Clutching her tea, eyes flashing around the room, lips pursed together. Eyes filled with fear and panic. I decide to go for it, this woman is clearly having a hard time.

"Misses Robinson?" Her eyes divert to me instantly. "Are you okay?" I try to be as gentle as I can. She stays silent, just looking at me. "Uh, Misses Robinson, I believe Cassie told us that your husband saw the same truck that was just at your house, when he died." I continue, hoping she'll start to talk. Or do something. When she doesn't, Cassie takes over. "Mom?" Misses Robinson glances at her with wide eyes. "Uh, Martin was under a, uh, lot of stress. He, c-can't be sure what he was seeing." She tells her daughter, her voice wavering. "Well, after tonight I think we can be reasonably sure that he was seeing a truck." Dean tells her, his tone bearing a hint of sarcasm. "What happened tonight, you and Cassie are marked, okay?" At that statement, both Cassie and her mother glance at him in fear. "Your daughter could die. So, if you know something, now would be a really good time to tell us about it." I shift in my seat, getting uncomfortable by his direct tone as well. "Dean…" Cassie starts, ready to defend her mother. Misses Robinson interrupts everyone, when she suddenly blurts out "Yes." I glance at her, watching her put her head in her hands. "Yes, he said he saw a truck." She repeats, looking at me desperately. "Did he mention anything about who's truck it was?" I gently ask her. "He thought he did." She nods slowly. "Who was that?" Dean asks quickly. "Cyrus. A man named Cyrus." I lean my head to the side. That name rings a bell. I was right, cause Dean starts rummaging in his pocket quickly and then pulls out a news article. The article with the name Cyrus Dorian on it, the family that Sam told me about. "This is Cyrus?" Dean holds the article up to misses Robinson. She doesn't look. "Cyrus Dorian died more than forty years ago." She just says. I frown. "Wait, but the article and the internet just speak of his disappearance. How do you know he died?" She glances back at me again. "Misses Robinson, the paper just says he went missing." Dean adds, his eyes on Cassie's mother. She stays silent, glancing from me to Dean. "How do you know he died?" Dean repeats in a more pressing tone. "We were all very young." She starts, a tear rolling down her face. "I dated Cyrus a while, I was a-also seeing Martin in secret, of course. Huh… Interracial couples didn't go over too well, then." She glances down, just looking terribly sad. "When I broke it off with Cyrus and he found out about Martin… I don't know, he… He changed. His hatred, his hatred was frightening." Something dawns on me after she tells her story and I eye Dean meaningfully. "The string of murders back then…" I whisper to him. He gives me a firm nod. "There were rumors. People of color disappearing into some kind of a truck." Misses Robinson looks at Cassie, her eyes filled with remorse. "Nothing was ever done." She adds, her voice breaking. New tears appear in her eyes as she looks down. I lean forward and slowly put my hand on hers, trying to give her at least a little bit of support. Her hand is trembling and feels quite cold. She glances at me with wide eyes, letting out a shuddering breath. "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." Dean nods in understanding. "And Cyrus?" He questions. She lets out another shuddering breath, squeezing my hand quite tightly. Her other hand she brings up to her chest, like she's having trouble to breathe. "T-the day we set f-for the wedding, was… T-The day someone set fire to the church." She looks up, fully crying now. "T-there was a children's choir practicing in there…" She closes her eyes as tears roll down her cheek. "They all died…" She lets my hand go and buries her face in them, sadness taking her over. Softly crying into her hand. "That's awful…" I have goosebumps all over my skin as I listen to her voice breaking. "D-Did the attacks stop after that?" I ask her, keeping my hand near her so she can grab it for support should she want to. "No." She shakes her head furiously, her watery eyes now focussed on me. "There was one more…" Now the real pain of what happened catches up with her. Through her sobs she tells us how a truck came for Martin, with Cyrus inside. Who cornered him and tried to kill him with a bat. But, how Martin got loose and started beating back. How he kept hitting him and hitting him, until he unfortunately killed him.

"Why didn't you call the cops?" Dean asks her slowly. She lets out another sob, rising her hands in the air. "T-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 these years." She shakes her head, new tears streaming down. "Well, now all three are gone…" I conclude in a whisper, glancing at Dean. "So is Mayor Todd." Dean adds in a low tone. "Now, he said that you of all people would know that he is not a racist. Why would he say that?" Dean turns back to miss Robinson. "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…" She lets out a sigh, slowly coming back to herself. "He did nothing. Because he also knew what Cyrus had done." She adds. For the first time since this conversation started, Cassie comes back alive. She also has tears in her eyes. "Why didn't you tell me?" She asks her mother in an almost pleading tone. "I thought I was protecting them." Her mother answers her, shaking her head in sadness. "B-but now there's… There's no one left to protect…" She wraps her arms around herself in grief. "Yes, there is." Dean protests slowly, before deliberately looking at Cassie. Misses Robinson does the same and with wide eyes she realizes that Cassie indeed still needs to be protected. She reaches a shaking hand out to her daughter, who takes it with tears in her eyes.

I beckon Dean to stand up and come with me for a second, wanting to give those two a moment. "You calling Sam or am I?" I ask him when we're standing near the front door. "You go, I'll talk about a plan with them. We need to protect them." He tells me firmly. I give him a nod, grabbing my phone and calling Sam. He should still be at the motel. "Hey, honey! Okay, so either you two must have gotten lost, or you crashed Dean's sacred car and he dropped you in a ditch somewhere." Is his cheery greeting when he picks up. I chuckle softly. "Neither of those. Dean got a panicked call from Cassie mid driving lesson. We've been at her house till now, sorting things out." A short silence, and then… "What?" The joking is instantly over. "You're kidding… Neither of you called me?" He accuses, his voice rising a little. "Hey, we needed to go quick. The truck that has killed all these people till now, was at her home. Attacking her and her mother." I quickly explain. Sam lets out an agitated breath. "Is she okay?" I shortly explain to him what happened and what we found out from her mother. He scoffs into the phone. "Well, that does create one pissed off spirit." He concludes at the end. "Yeah." I let out a deep breath. "Look, we need to protect them, so can you come here?" He doesn't appreciate that question. "I should have been there from the start, Skye! Send Dean to come and pick me up, walking will take way too long." The way he says that, makes it clear it's an order. I raise my eyebrows. "That an order?" I can't help but mock him a little, since he is the one always complaining about dad's orders and wanting to keep his free will. "That's not even remotely funny." Sam's getting angry now. "Okay, okay! I'll send Dean over!" I quickly hang up and march back into the room. "You need to go and get Sam." I tell him. He gives me a short nod, standing back up. "You're gonna go? C-Can't you stay?" Panic is back in Cassie's eyes in an instant as she reaches for his arm. "Hey, Skye is gonna stay here! Okay? If something happens and I'm not back yet, she will protect you!" He assures her, beckoning me over. "I will!" I promise her as I rush forward. I take a seat next to her and we both watch Dean leave. "Forgive me, but the last time I saw you, you were this little girl who was scared of anything moving in the dark." Cassie mutters, glancing down. I chuckle. "Yeah, well back in that time my father believed it was best to keep me in the dark, you know?" I explain slowly. "I mean, yeah I did know what was out there, but nothing more." She glances at me. "Now you seem to be different." She states. I huff. "Yeah, well I'd hope so. I've been learning how to become what my brother's are for about six months now." I tell her, shifting in my seat. "I'm glad your father changed his mind." She gives me a sweet smile. I bark out a laugh. "Oh, my father did not change his mind at all. In fact, if he would ever find out I'm on this couch right now, protecting you and your mother from a supernatural truck without Sam or Dean, he'd have a stroke." She laughs with me. "Ohh. Then how..?" She's genuinely curious. "It's Dean who changed his mind." I tell her in honesty. "And Sam, after that." Her smile widens. "So, yeah. I know I'm still in training and all, and still sixteen… But I hope to be as badass as them one day." I confess to her. "You already are." She grabs my hand and squeezes it in support. I glance at her and throw her a grateful smile. It's good to hear that someone who saw me all those years ago, sees a difference.

Dean return with a still pissed off Sam. By the looks of it, he's already gotten a lecture from him. Probably about not calling him immediately and going alone, bringing me. I try to stay out of Sam's way as we go outside to guard the house next to the impala. I don't desire a lecture as well.

Dean lets out a heavy sigh, leaning against the impala. It's still cold, but no longer snowing. It's silent a while, until Sam starts talking. Out of the blue. "Ah, my life was so simple. Just school… Exams. Papers on polycentric cultural norms." He glances down, huffing out a laugh. "So I guess I saved you from a boring existence." Dean states drily. "Ah, occasionally I miss boring." Sam continues, slowly wrapping an arm around my shoulder. "You miss college." I state, nodding my head. I can understand that. Sam's about to elaborate, when Dean interrupts us. "So, this killer truck…" Sam lets out another huff. "And I miss conversations that didn't start with 'this killer truck'." He talks over Dean's attempt to try and change the subject. I snort, shaking my head. "Yeah, that's a new one." I agree. Dean awkwardly smiles and nods his head. "Well, this Cyrus guy. Evil on a level that infected even his truck. When he died, the swamp became his tomb and the spirit was dormant for 40 years." He continues in changing the subject. I raise my head. "What did wake it up, though? Why go dormant for 40 years." Dean glances at me. "The construction of his house. Or, the destruction…" Sam slowly nods his head. "Right, demolition or remodeling can awaken spirits, make 'm restless." I frown. "Really?" Dean nods at me. "Yeah, like that theatre in Illinois." Sam sets an example for me. "Yup. The guy who tears down the family homestead, Harold Todd, is the same guy that kept Cyrus' murder quiet and unsolved." Dean continues the explanation. I pretend to fully understand what they mean by nodding furiously. "So, now a spirit is awakened and out for blood." Dean nods. "Yeah, I guess. I mean, who knows what ghosts are thinking, anyway." I lean my head against Sam's arm. "Well, the spirits in that asylum wanted to help us." I state. Dean chuckles. "Yeah, I don't think this one does, pup."

Sam lets out a big sigh. "You know we're gonna have to drag that body up from the swamp, right?" He glances at Dean in irritation. Dean grins. "Ahh, man…" I groan, heaving my eyes to the sky. "Crap." Sam whines, bumping his head into mine for dramatic effect. "You said it!" Dean chuckles slightly. "Yeah." Sam sighs again.

"You could stay here, Skye. I mean, the only thing we'll need to do is drag that car up and burn the body." Dean starts, glancing my way. "The only thing…" Sam mocks with a chuckle. "I don't think Cassie needs protection, Dean. I'd rather go with you. I need to learn what to do in these situations." I explain slowly. Trying to tell him my thoughts instead of instantly protesting. Maybe that'll work better and cause less fights between us. "Oh, so you're just gonna watch us drag that truck out of the swamp?" Dean chuckles, bowing his head. "Alright, then. I'd still rather have you…" Footsteps approaching us distract him from finishing his sentence. Cassie is approaching, wrapped up in her jacket. "Hey." Dean greets her. "Hey." Cassie walks up to him and he turns to her, away from us. "She's asleep. Now what." She glances up at him with wide eyes. "Well, you stay put. Look after her, and we'll be back. Don't leave the house." The protection in his tone, as he talks to her, sounds very familiar to me. "Don't go getting all authoritative on me. I hate it." Cassie looked him directly in his eyes, raising her eyebrows challengingly. As Sam grins, I raise my hands in the air. "How come I don't ever get to say that to him!" I hiss at Sam, almost offended. "Shut up." He advises me, the grin still on his face.

"Don't leave the house, please?" Dean awkwardly rephrases the sentence, shrugging. A smile breaks through on Cassie's face, causing Dean to lean over and kiss her. Sam's face breaks out in an even larger grin as we both glance over at our brother fully making out with Cassie. It takes a while and I'm getting impatient. "Uh…" I mutter, as Sam deliberately clears his throat loudly. Dean doesn't stop, but simply sticks a finger back at us, telling us to wait. "Ahh…" I roll my eyes and glance the other way, to the dark trees. Sam chuckles, shaking his head.

Dean stops and slightly turns around. "You coming, or what? Get in the car?" He moves towards the front seat with a grin on his face. Sam follows his movement. I give Cassie an awkward smile, before diving into the backseat.

Dean drives us back to the swamp and makes a few calls to Cassie and someone else. We need something to help us drag Cyrus's body out of there. Sam and I do find the car rather quickly, but we'll never get it out with our bare hands. Thankfully, Cassie was able to pull some strings and a friend of hers delivers what looks like some sort of a tractor about half an hour later. He leaves without asking us why we need it, here at the swamp, this late at night. I don't blame him, I don't think I'd wanna know either.

Dean actually knows how to work the thing and of course it's Sam who's getting his hands dirty. Reaching into the swamp to attach the chain on the tractor to the back of Cyrus' car. It's sunken into the swamp like that, the only reason we found it is cause the back was slightly sticking up. I shiver and bury my hands in my jacket. It's started snowing again. I watch how Sam guides Dean in pulling Cyrus' truck out of the swamp with the tractor. It's going rather well, thankfully. The truck slowly rises out, water splashing off of it. It was down there for forty years. It definitely looks like it was down there for forty years.

"Alright, stop!" Sam yells at Dean, who slams the breaks on the tractor. He shuts off the engine and gets off. "Nice! Now I know what she sees in you!" Sam calls out, approaching his brother. "What?" Dean asks in confusion, walking towards me and the impala. "What, you didn't see that before?" I tease Sam, who smirks at me. "Come on, man. You can admit it to us, right? You're still in love with her." Dean shakes his head, clearly having no desire for this conversation again. "Ahh, focus please!" He complains loudly, opening the trunk of the impala. I chuckle through my shivers, which catches Sam's attention. "You can wait in the car if you want, honey! All we have to do now is burn that body. That doesn't need three pair of hands." He reaches his hands out and places them on my arms, rubbing them in an attempt to warm me up a little. "You know what, I actually wouldn't mind that." I hop into the impala and watch from inside how they grab the gasoline and salt from the trunk and approach the car. Warily, not sure what they're gonna find inside. When Dean does pull open the door, I can see on their faces it's grim. They pull Cyrus' body out seconds later and I turn away for a second. It hasn't gotten easier yet, seeing dead bodies. Especially when they look like that.

I watch them salt the body, then drench it in gasoline. Dean lights it and the body goes up in flames instantly. I let out a breath. Good. Now that's done, this town can finally get some rest.

I was very wrong. When I turn around in my seat, my mouth falls open. There is a truck in the middle of the road, a few feet away. It came out of nowhere. A large truck, too. His lights come on and I can hear the loud, aggressive roar of the engine. There's no one behind the wheel.

I fling the car door open. "DEAN!" I yell as hard as I can, turning to them. They've already seen it, both of them staring at it in slight panic. "How is that possible! The body is burning." I jump out of the car and race towards them, my heart in my throat. "Cyrus' ghost is gone, right Dean?" Sam calls out in concern, grabbing my arm and pulling me closer to him. "Apparently not the part that's infused with the truck." Dean calls back, moving around the burning body. "Where are you going?" Sam and I call to him in unison. "Going for a little ride." He yells back, opening the impala door. "What?" I cry out in panic. "Lead that thing away! That peace of crap, Sam needs to burn it." Sam flashes his eyes to the car Cyrus' body came from. "How the hell am I supposed to burn a truck, Dean?" He yells, his grip on my arm tightening. "Figure something out!" Dean cries out, throwing him the duffle bag. Sam catches it, while spluttering "Figure some- something…" I watch with wide eyes how Dean throws the impala in reverse, before racing off. The truck instantly on his tail. "Crap!" I glance from Sam and the duffle bag to the still burning body. "Sam? What do we do?" Sam glances at me and then shoots into action. "Here, grab this." He hands me the flashlight, before diving in the duffle bag and pulling out dad's journal. "You think there's something in there?" I hush, shining the light on it. He shrugs at me, flipping it open and starting to scan through it. He's going quick, we need to hurry. Dean's a great driver, but even he can't outrace a ghost truck. And just like that, Sam's phone rings. He quickly picks up. "You gotta give us a minute… Uh, let me get back to you." He hangs up again, handing me the phone. "Call Cassie!" He orders. I don't question him, just dial her number. "Sam?" She picks up on the second ring. "No, me. Here!" I put her on speaker and hold the phone close to Sam. "Cassie, I need some information and it has to be exactly right." Sam yells at the phone, still holding up dad's journal. She must have heard the urgency in our voices, cause she doesn't question us. "Tell me!" She encourages him to talk. I have no clue what he's doing or why he isn't just pouring gasoline on the swamp car, but he must know something. "Where was the church that Cyrus burned down, with all those kids?" Cassie instantly tells him exactly where it is. "What mile?" Sam continues hastily. She answers him. "Okay, I'll get back to you!" He calls out and I hang up. "Call Dean!" His next order. As I dial my brother's number, he rummages in the duffle bag and pulls out a map. Dean picks up immediately. "Yeah?" I glance at Sam, who's unfolding the map. "Hang on!" I yell at the phone, not sure what else I can say. "Where's Sam, goddamnit! I don't have time!" He cries out, clearly in full panic. I can hear the roar of the impala and the truck coming through the phone. "I'm here, you ready?" Sam calls out, putting a finger on the map. "THIS BETTER BE GOOD." Dean screams. "Where are you?" Sam asks. "In the middle of nowhere with a KILLER TRUCK ON MY ASS." Dean yells back in complete frustration. "I mean, it knows I put the torch to Cyrus!" He continues, his voice breaking up from how loud he's yelling. "Dean! Dean, listen to me, it's important. I have to know exactly where you are!" Sam grabs the phone off my hand and puts it directly to his ear. He nods at the map and I take over where he put his finger, bending forward to read. "Okay, headed east?" Sam jabs me in my side with his elbow and I glance up. "Okay, Dean's on Decatur road, about two miles from the highway, headed east." He tells me. I instantly know I need to hurry and let my eyes search the roads on the map. "There!" I cry out, pointing my finger at it. "He needs to go here." Sam points his finger to the spot where the church was that Cyrus burned down. At least, that's what I presume. "He needs to take a right!" I yell, bending closer to the map. "Dean! Go right!" Sam yells into the phone. "Up ahead, turn right… Make the turn?" Sam falls silent for a second, before letting out a breath of relief. His eyes meet mine, asking for the next direction. "There's a road up ahead, he needs to go left!" I inform him. Sam repeats the instructions into the phone. "This is the road of the church, it's at the end. About seven tense of a mile!" I cry out at Sam. "You sure that's exactly it?" He yells back in panic. I bend over the map, recounting just to be sure. "Yes!" Sam nods and repeats the instructions to Dean, telling him to stop when he's reached it. "Yes, stop, at exactly that, Dean!" Sam falls silent and both of us are expectantly staring at the phone. "Dean, you still there?" Sam asks after a short moment. "Yeah." Upon hearing my brother's voice I let out the breath that I was subconsciously holding in. "What's happening?" Sam asks, glancing at the map as Dean tells him where he is and then asks what the plan is. "Just what you are doing, bringing it to you." Sam answers him. My eyes grow wide. "What?" I hiss at him angrily. Sam glances at me, clenching his jaws. "You want that truck to plow into…?" Sam shakes his head. "Trust me." He whispers. It's barely audible, but I heard him. I slump down. I do trust him.

It stays silent way longer this time and my mind is slowly eating itself up in worry. "Dean? You still there? Dean?" Sam starts muttering into the phone, eyes wide. Then there's relief on his face. "Dean, you were where the church was… The place Cyrus burned down, murdered all those kids… Church ground is hallowed ground, weather 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." I listen to Sam's explanation of what he had been doing all this time instead of trying to burn the truck. Fury fills my veins. "Maybe?" I snap at him, not liking the slight grin on his face. Sam raises his eyebrows as he gets yelled at by Dean through the phone too. "Huh…" He shrugs slightly. "Honestly, that thought hadn't occurred to me." He answers his brother. The sphere is a lot lighter now that Dean's safe and the truck is gone. "Seriously? That thought hadn't occurred to you? You didn't think about what could have happened if this didn't work?" I heave my hand up and slap him on his arm in anger and relief. Sam barks out a laugh, flinching away from me. "Hey, hey! He's safe. It's okay, the trucks gone!" He raises his arms in the air as a peace offering. "You unbelievable…" I grab the map and throw it at his head. I can't help but grin as well. Dean's safe. It did work.

Dean gets back to us in about fifteen minutes. He's clearly still out of breath from the chase he just went through. His face sweaty and eyes still wide. When he gets out of the car, Sam approaches him to ask him if he's alright. He quickly turns around when he sees his brother's face and I watch with amusement how Dean chases him. Yelling that he's gonna kill him. When they've had their moment and Sam's recovering from the angry nudgie his brother gave him when he did catch up to him, they come back over to me. "You okay?" I ask him with a grin. "Yeah." He grunts at me, walking around the impala and stopping at the trunk. "Son of a bitch." He exclaims loudly. I hurry towards him and spot the two dents in the back of the impala. "Did that truck actually hit you?" I exclaim loudly. He nods at me, crouching down to inspect the dents further. "Like I said, it was out for blood." When he's done complaining about the dents, he orders us to get back into the car and drives back to the motel. He's obviously not coming with us, but I already knew that. He drives off when Sam and I are out, undoubtedly into the direction of Cassie's house. "Ya think he'll be back tonight?" I ask Sam with a laugh, opening the motel room door. He chuckles, shaking his head.

I'm not that sad Dean's somewhere else. There's no fighting over who takes the bed or the couch, Sam and me just dive into the beds and are asleep within seconds.

Dean texts Sam the next morning to meet us at the docks. He and Cassie will be there to say goodbye. It seems like the case is solved and the town is safe again. It's sad how people have to die before we can solve a case, but that's the way it works I guess.

Sam and I walk to the docks together. Dean's already there and steps out of the car. Cassie following his lead. "Well, uh… Thank you. Really. Thanks for showing up." Cassie starts, approaching me and giving me a quick hug. I nod at her. There's no need to say thanks, really. People always want too, though. Cassie hugs Sam, before me and him make our way over to the car. Giving Dean space to say goodbye to Cassie on his own. "You think we'll see her again?" I wonder out loud, making myself comfortable in the backseat. Sam shrugs, glancing out of the window at his brother from his place in the front seat. "I'm not sure. He is definitely still in love with her." He speculates. "Yeah, but we all know how these things go, right? I mean, he's the one always saying so." I turn back, not desiring to see my brother eat Cassie's face again. "I don't know, honey." Sam does keep looking. Dean approaches the impala and takes his seat on the passenger's side. Cassie gives us one last wave. We wave back and Sam drives off.

"I like her." Sam bluntly states when we've exited the town and are on our way to the inner state. "I like her, too. She's cool." I nod in agreement. Dean gives a small chuckle. "Yeah." He agrees. "You meet someone like her… You ever wonder if it's worth it? Putting everything else on hold, doing what we do?" Sam asks Dean, glancing at him. Dean glances back at him with a fond smile. "I still think you can have both…" I mutter. "How?" Sam continuous the conversation with me. Dean stays silent, reaching for his sunglasses. I'm about to answer Sam, when he holds up a hand. "Hey, you two. Shush." He looks over at Sam. "You wake me up when it's my turn to drive." Is his last statement, before he slides back into his seat and leans his head back. Now it's Sam who glances over at him with a fond smile.