It took some doing, but the Impala was as clean as it was going to get with Dean watching Abby's every move. He was a constant reminder that she wasn't allowed to use her ability aside from cleaning out the air vents. The slime was another story all together. The only way some of that was going to get cleaned out was if it dried up first.

A hand reached out to grab a wipe to polish the leather when a voice stopped it.

"Don't even think about it, Sammy. Accident or not, if she can make the mess, she can clean it up. Just like I made you do in high school." Sam drew his hand back. That was not a fun trip down memory lane, but he had learned from it. Dean opened the driver's door and leaned in. He stuck his hand under the seat, pulling out a shoebox. One he was going to use for Abby's confiscated toys. Placing it in her hands, he said, "All confiscated toys… put 'em in here. Glitter and slime are now contraband… You were going to get most of these back," Dean said as Abby slowly put each item in the box. Sometimes she played with them. But that stopped every time Dean tapped her head. She would look up at him only to be told she wasn't done yet.

Her eyes began the arc of a roll only to be stopped by another tap to the back of her head.

"It was an accident, DD!"

"The scuff marks and slime were accidents. Setting off confiscated glitter bombs that destroyed Sammy's laptop and my cassettes? Dumping even more glitter into the air vents? That was on purpose… What were you thinking after the slime container exploded, Abs?"

"Go big or go home," Abby repeated, shrugging as the last toy went into the box. Sam laughed, knowing she didn't learn that from him. Dean shot him a look as if that would stop his chuckle.

Abby lifted the box of toys Dean had had her pack up. She turned to face Dean so he could take the box from her. He shook his head, instead. Everything had been ruined by the slime so it couldn't be donated, and Dean didn't want to clean them off. He turned Abby toward the nearest trash can and sent her on her way.

"But, DD-" she tried backing up.

"I told you last month that if this happened again, you'd be the one doing this."

"That was just for the slime!"

"Yeah, well I also said that kicking me was going to cost you later. It's later, and I'm collecting… toys, trash… go."

It was a tearful goodbye to her toys. Toys she didn't even remember having because she hadn't seen them in so long. And a silent ride to the crime scene. Sam and Dean would talk, but the back seat was giving the silent treatment as far as words went. One could still hear her sobbing, though.

The car came to a stop just before the bridge. Abby had fallen asleep with a tear-stained face so the brothers left her where she was. They walked onto the bridge itself, coming up to one of the guard rails.

"Sammy, you've been gone for two years. You don't get to question how we do things concerning Abby."

"Yeah? Well, I'm not so sure making her throw the toys away was the right thing to do."

"Really?"

"Really."

"Okay, Smarty. You think you know how to handle her, keep her from badly hurting herself, or from getting into trouble?"

"That's not what I said, Dean. I just think there was a better way to learn the lesson you want her to."

"Tell you what. If you decide to get back in the game, here, then starting the following day, she's all yours for a month. You'll be responsible for everything Abby. You won't make it a week trying to hunt and keep up with her. And if she can prove she can be trusted alone in this car, again… we'll talk about getting her something for the boredom." Dean leaned over the railing with Sam. "So, this is where Constance took the swan dive." There wasn't a lot of sensitivity in the way he'd phrased that statement.

"You think Dad would have been here?"

"He's chasing the same story and we're chasing him… Now we keep digging until we find him. Might take a while."

They stopped walking together when Sam reminded him about his up-coming law school interview. Dean acted like he hadn't almost forgotten. He was just enjoying this time with Sam. It was like old times, and he didn't want it to end.

"Yeah, I forgot. You're serious about this, aren't you? You think you're just going to become some Lawyer? Marry your girl?"

"Maybe. Why not?"

"Does Jessica know the truth about you? I mean, does she know about the things you've done?"

"No, and she's never going to know."

They kept the conversation going until Sam said something that bothered Dean.
It might have been the words Sam had used… Maybe it was more the tone. He didn't really know. He didn't even feel himself shove Sam into the steel beam until it happened.

Once he realized what he'd just done and saw the physical pain in his brother's features, Dean let go and walked back toward the car. He was mere feet away when he saw the ghost of Constance Welch standing on the rail.

"Sam." Sam came to stand next to Dean. It wasn't often the thing they were hunting gave them a visit on their first night in a new town. Constance was on the other side of the bridge. She looked over at them, then stepped forward off the edge.

They ran to the railing Sam and Dean run to the railing and look over. There was no sign of her. They knew she was a ghost… but her presence was so real.

Abby was still asleep when the Impala's engine turned over. The sound of a revving engine, fluctuation of speed… All of it made up a list of things her brother would do regardless of who was in the car. He was the only one with a key, so it only made sense that they were back in the car with her when it started moving.

She leaned up enough to look for their heads. Heads she'd expected to be above the backs of the front seat. But no one was there, and the car was moving on its own. Her shrieks were barely heard over the noise of the engine as it raced toward her running brothers.

She had very little knowledge of the world her family worked in, aside from her own little introduction Dean and their dad affectionately started calling the Holy Water incident. They did a decent job keeping her safe from the family business which was saying something when all the times their motel rooms had been broken into were taken into account.

She did hear Sam calling out for Dean, asking if he was okay.

"I'm super," the mud coated brother said. Unlike Sam, Dean didn't grab onto a piece of the bridge on his way down. He went straight into the water. Sam laughed in relief before climbing back over the railing. "Hey, Sammy? Check on Abs."

He knew what Dean meant, but he kind of felt like being a smart-ass in that moment. Bring some humor to relieve a stressful time. Sam lifted his shirt and ran his fingers up and down his torso. "They feel fine to me."

"Very funny. Go check on our sister."

"Oh, right. That Abs…" He looked through the windshield to see her curled up in a corner, staring at the empty driver's seat. With the way she was breathing, he could tell she was in shock. Sam went to the door closest to her.

At the sound of the door opening, Abby jumped in fright. She calmed down a little when she saw who had scared her. But she was still willing to let him pick her up. Sam couldn't lift her up fast enough. She just wanted out of that car.

The brothers sat on the Impala's hood. Sam still holding Abby. She wouldn't let go of him if her life depended on it after the invisible driver. And Dean? He had just checked under the hood, trying to figure out how his unharmed engine had turned over with a key or hotwiring.

"Car all right?" Sam asked.

"Yeah, whatever she did to it, seems all right now. That Constance chick, what a bitch!" He shook his arms to get rid of some of the mud. When he looked over at Abby, she had buried her face in Sam's neck. It was probably because he had yelled that last part. "How is she?"

"Scared mostly. I don't think she'll be sleeping anytime soon… Constance doesn't want us digging around, that's for sure. So, where's the job go from here, genius?"

"I don't know, yet, Sammy." But there was one thing he did know. "Give her to me."

"Dean…"

"Please. I just have to check on her. For my own peace of mind."

"No, Sammy."

Abby shied away from him, making him think she was still afraid of him.

"It's okay, Abs. It's just Dean."

"No! DD's stinky," she said plugging her nose. If Sam hadn't been holding her, he probably would have been rolling on the ground, laughing at her response. He'd smelled it too.

Dean's glare at Sam didn't stop the laugh, though. The car being driven by a ghost wasn't funny… but the aftermath was. He did have to admit that.

"She's right, Man. Maybe you should have a shower first. You smell like a toilet."

Dean looked down at himself. Abby was finding this a little bit funny now.

"Now it's DD's turn," she said with the best grin she could muster after everything.

"My turn for what?"

"To clean the car."

By the time they found a place to stay, even if only to grab showers and a few hours of sleep before returning to Sam's apartment, the sun had already come up. Sam and Dean were tired. Abby was trying her hardest, but even she was falling asleep on Sam's shoulder. She hadn't let go of him for hours. It actually forced him to let her sit on his knees while Dean drove.

Dean plopped a MasterCard with the name of Hector Aframian down on a handwritten guest ledger. He asked for one room and a cot. He was still covered in mud. And Sam was standing behind him with Abby in his arms.

The motel clerk picked up the card, noting a familiar name.

"You guys having a reunion or something?"

"What do you mean?" Sam inquired.

"I had another guy, Burt Aframian. He came and bought out a room for the whole month."

"Daddy's here?" Abby asked as Dean looked back at Sam.