*3rd Person POV*

Dean lies on his back as this growing guilt keeps bugging him while Cassie curls up to his chest. "We should fight more often." Cassie said, dreamily. "Absolutely." Dean said, slightly distracted. "Actually we were always pretty good at fighting." Cassie said then she indicates their position. "This we were good at. It's all the other stuff...not so much." She said. "Hey I tried. I told you who I really was. That was a big first for me." Dean said.

"Why'd you tell me?" Cassie asked him. "I don't know. I guess I couldn't lie to you." Dean said, shrugging. "Dean. You told me that story...it scared the hell outta me. I thought you were nuts. Dangerous even. Actually, maybe I was looking for a reason to walk away." She said. "In my work....uh...I see some horrible things. Things that can't be explained. I deal with them. But working things out with you?" Dean said and Cassie chuckles. "I'm a scary one all right.....well, usually things get worked out. When you really want them to." She said.

"You know, I'm still really involved. With my dad's work." He said and Cassie leans up on one elbow to look down at Dean. "No more excuses ok? From you or me." She said.
"Ok." Dean said and she smiles and leans in and starts to kiss him but he doesn't kiss back as the guilt was growing in his chest. "Dean, what's wrong?" She asked him. "What?" He asked her, acting dumb. 
But before she could say anything, Dean's phone rings and he, quickly, reaches for it. "Yeah." He answers. He listens into the phone before he looks startled. "You're kidding!" He exclaims.

*(y/n)'s POV*

"He's with us." Sam said to the cops as Dean comes up to us. The cops leave and I turn to Dean. "Where were you last night? You didn't make it back to the hotel." I said, alittle angry. "Well..." Dean said before he drifts off. "I'm guessing you guys worked things out?" Sam asked and I know he was meaning Cassie. "We'll be working things out when we're ninety. So what happened?" Dean said and I scoff and turn as we go back to the body.

"Every bone crushed. Internal organ's turned to pudding. The cops are all stumped, it's like something ran him over." I said. "Something like a truck?" Dean asked. "Yep." Sam and I replied. "Tracks?" He asked. "Nope." We said.

"What was the Mayor doing here anyway?" Dean asked as he points at Todd's dead body. "He owned the property. Bought it a few weeks ago." Sam said. "But he's white, he doesn't fit the pattern." Dean said. "Killings didn't happen up on the road. That doesn't fit either." I said.

*3rd Person POV*

At the Newspaper office, Cassie makes two mugs of tea and takes them over to where Dean sits at a computer. "Here." She said. "Thanks. So I'm trying to find some link between those killings back in the '60s and what's going on now. There wasn't a lot about it in the paper." Dean said as he looks over the computer.

"Not surprising. Probably minimal policework too. Back then equal justice under the law wasn't too literal around here." Cassie said just as Dean's phone goes off. "Yeah." Dean answers. "Ok, the courthouse records show that Mr and Mrs Mayor bought an abandoned property. The previous owner was the Dorian family for, like, 150 years." (Y/n)'s voice replied. "Dorian?" Dean asked. "Yeah." She said then Dean turns to Cassie.

"Didn't you say the Dorian family used to own this paper?" He asked and she nods. "Along with everything else around here. Real pillars of the town." She said. "Right, right." He said and he clicks a few links on the computer. "That's interesting." He mutters.

"What?" (Y/n) asked. "This Cyrus Dorian. He vanished in April of '63.The case was investigated but never solved. It was right around the time the string of murders was going on back then." Dean replied. "Well Sam and I pulled a bunch of papers up on the Dorian place, it must've been in bad shape when the Mayor bought it." (Y/n) said.

"Why's that?" asked Dean. "The first thing he did was bulldoze the place." (Y/n) replied and Dean turns to Cassie again. "Mayor Todd knocked down the Dorian place?" He asked. "It was a big deal. One of the oldest houses left. He made the front page." She said then Dean turns back to his phone.

"You got a date?" He asked. "Ahhh. The 3rd of last month." (Y/n) said and Dean clicks away on the computer then reads an article. "Mayor Todd bulldozed the Dorian family home on the 3rd. The first killing was the very next day." Dean reads.

Dean left and went back to the hotel and started to help with more research when he got a phone call from Cassie. She called, screaming in fear, as the truck was driving by her house. The trio make their way to her house to see her shaking and trembling, so (y/n) goes to make some tea for her.

(Y/n) hands her a cup of tea, once she was done, while Dean sits beside her. "Maybe you could throw a couple of shots in that." Cassie said as she takes the cup and rattles it against the saucer, her hand shaking. "You didn't see who was driving the truck." Sam said, questioning.

"It seemed to be no one. Everything was moving so fast. And then it was just gone. Why didn't it kill us?" Cassie asked. "Whoever was controlling the truck wants you afraid first." Dean said as (y/n) turns to Cassie's mother, who was in a chair across from Cassie.

"Mrs Robinson, Cassie said that your husband saw the truck before he died." (Y/n) said as Mrs Robinson shakes in her chair. "Mom?" Cassie asked and her mother looks up at her. "Oh. Martin was under a lot of stress. You can't be sure about what he was seeing." She replied.

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

"Yes. Yes, he said he saw a truck." said Mrs Robinson. "Did he know who it belonged to?" (Y/n) asked her. "He thought he did." She replied. "Who was that?" Dean asked and Mrs Robinson becomes upset. "Cyrus. A man named Cyrus." She replied.

Sam, Dean and (y/n) look at each other, until Dean reaches for his bag and shows Mrs Robinson the newspaper article about Dorian's death. "Is this Cyrus?" He asked. "Cyrus Dorian died more than 40 years ago." She replied. "How do you know he died, Mrs Robinson? The paper's said he went missing. How do you know he died?" Dean asked her, softly.

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

"There were rumors. People of color disappearing into some kind of a truck. Nothing was ever done. Martin and a... Martin and I, we were gonna be, uh, married in that little church near here, but last minute we decided to elope as we didn't want the attention." She replied. "And Cyrus?" Dean asked then Mrs Robinson breaks down. "The day we set for the wedding, was the day someone set fire to the church. There was a children's choir practising in there. They all died." She cries.

"Did the attacks stop after that?" (Y/n) asked, softly. "No! There was one more. One night that truck came for Martin. Cyrus beat him something terrible. But Martin, you see, Martin got loose. And he started hitting Cyrus and he just kept hitting him and hitting him." Mrs Robinson sobs. "Why didn't you call the cops?" Dean asked her. "This was forty years ago. He called on his friends, Clayton Soames and Jimmy Anderson, and they put Cyrus' body into the truck and they rolled it into the swamp at the end of his land and all three of them kept that secret all of these years." She said.

"And now all three are gone." Sam said. "And so is Mayor Todd. Now he said that you of all people would know he is not a racist. Why would he say that?" (Y/n) asked Mrs Robinson. "He was a good man. He was a young deputy back then investigating Cyrus' disappearence. Once he figured out what Martin and the others had done he...he did nothing, because he also knew what Cyrus had done." She replied and Cassie stares at her mother in shock.

"Why didn't you tell me?" She asked her mother. "I thought I was protecting them. And now there's no one left to protect." She replied. "Yes there is." Dean said and he looks over at Cassie. So does Mrs Robinson, who looks shaken. 

*(y/n)'s POV*

Sam and I lean against the Impala while Dean walks up and down. "Ah, my life was so simple. Just school, exams, papers on polycentric cultural norms." Sam said, sarcastically, and I chuckle a bit. "So I guess I saved you from a boring existence." Dean said. "Yeah, occasionally I miss boring." Sam said and we chuckled a bit.

"So this killer truck." I said and Sam sighs. "I miss conversations that didn't start with this killer truck. Ahhh." Sam said and Dean and I laugh a bit at this. "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." I said.

"So what woke it up?" Sam asked. "The construction on his house. Or the destruction." Dean said. "Right. Demolition or remodelling can awaken spirits, make them restless." Sam said and Dean and I nod.

"Like that theater in Illinois, ya know?" Sam asked. "And the guy that tore down the family homestead, Harold Todd, is the same guy that kept Cyrus' murder quiet and unsolved." Dean said to him.

"So now his spirit is awakened and out for blood." I said. "Yeah I guess. Who knows what ghosts are thinking anyway." Dean said. "You guys know we're going to have to dredge that body up from the swamp right." Sam said and Dean turns to us and smiles. "Man." Sam said, exasperated, and I patted his shoulder. "You said it." I said to him. "Yeah." Sam mutters as Cassie approaches us from the house. Dean stands in front of her.

"Hey." He said. "Hey. She's asleep. Now what?" She asked him. "Well you should stay put and look after her... and we'll be back. Don't leave the house." Dean tells her and she smiles at him. "Don't go getting all authoritative on me. I hate it." She said. Dean then looks over at me and Sam, who looks down. I just shrug a bit but then I noticed Cassie was staring me down as if to say I dare you to do something. I look back at Dean and I give him a small smile before he gives me a smile back then turns back to Cassie.

Suddenly, Cassie grabs Dean's shirt collar, pulls him towards her and begins kissing him. Dean seemed a bit surprise by this and his shoulder was kinda tensed up. I give a confused look towards him, while still feeling this burning feeling in my chest, when Cassie's eyes open and she glares at me as she continues to kissing Dean.

I raised an eyebrow at her when she finally stopped kissing him and Dean looks at her then turns to us. "C'mon, let's go." He said as he walks over to us and we get into the Impala.

"All right. Let's get her up." I said, after we arrived at the Dorian property. Dean Was at the wheel of a tractor and he begins to back it up, pulling the truck from the water. "All right. A little more. Little more." Sam yells as Dean continues to pull. "All right, stop." I said and Dean turns off the engine and jumps down.

"Nice." Sam said as Dean moves to the trunk of the Impala. "Hell yeah." Dean said and he rummages in the trunk and hands a weapon to Sam and Sam takes it and starts to walk off. "You still love her?" I asked Dean. He looks over at me, his eyes widen a bit at this like he was stunned I'd asked that.

"What are you talking about?" He asked me and I rolled my eyes. "You know, exactly what I'm talking about, Dean." I said, firmly. He looks down then turns his head away from me as he looks back at the trunk and pulls out another weapon. "Can we focus please." He said to me. "Dean, it's a simple yes or no question." I said and he sighs. "I don't know, (y/n). There you happy?" He said, slightly annoyed. I scoff at this and just shake my head at this. "Whatever, Dean." I grumbled as I grab some weapons and walked away.

We move toward the door of the truck and glance at each other. Dean then opens the door when a decayed body falls out. "All right let's get to it." Dean said and we salt and burn the body and stand watching it. "Think that'll do it?" Sam asked when, suddenly, the ghost truck appears, headlights on and engine reving.

"I guess not." I said. "So burning the body had no effect on that thing?" Sam asked, confused. "Sure it did. Now it's really pissed." Dean said. "But Cyrus' ghost is gone, right Dean?" Sam said and Dean starts to walk away. "Apparently not the part that's fused with the truck." He said.

"Where you going?" Sam asked Dean. "Goin' for a little ride." Dean replied. "What!" Sam and I exclaimed. "Gonna lead that thing away. That busted piece of crap, you two gotta burn it." Dean said. "How the hell are we supposed to burn a truck Dean?" I asked, annoyed. "I don't know. Figure something out." Dean said as he throws a bag at us. Sam catches as he stammers. Then Dean reverses the Impala and takes off. The ghost truck roars after him while Sam and I hide until it has passed. 

"Alright, let's go!" I said to Sam and we start to run when Sam's phone rings. "Hey, you gotta give us a minute." Sam said into the phone, which I figured it was Dean. "Ahh. Let me get back to you." Sam said and he hangs up then dials a number. "Hey Cassie? Hey, it's Sam, I need some information and it has to be exactly right." He said and he and Cassie talk for awhile.

"All right, Dean?" I said, calling him on the phone, after a few minutes of Sam and Cassie talking. "This better be good." Dean said. "Where are you?" I asked. "In the middle of no where with a killer truck on my ass! It's like it knows I put the torch to Cyrus." Dean shouts. "Listen to me, this is important. We have to know exactly where you are." I said to him, firmly.

"Decatur road, about two miles off the highway." He replied after a few moments of silence. "Ok. Headed East?" I asked. "Yes!" Dean exclaims then I heard something in the background.

"You son of a bitch!" Dean shouts and I shake my head. "Ok, turn right! Up ahead, turn right." I said and I hear the tires of the Impala screeching as Dean turns. "You make the turn?" I asked him. "Yeah I made the turn! You need to move this thing along a little faster." Dean said, annoyed.

"All right, you see a road up ahead?" I asked. "No!" He shouts then pauses. "Wait. No, yes, I see it." He exclaims. "Ok, Turn left." I said. "Wha...?" He said then I hear more screeching tires and the engine revving. "All right, now what?" He asked me. "You need to go seven tenths of a mile and then stop." I said. "Stop?" Dean asked. "Exactly seven tenths, Dean." I said.

*3rd Person POV*

"Seven tenths, seven tenths." Dean mutters as he looks at his speedometer. At the right moment Dean spins the car around and moves it back to sit exactly where (y/n) advised, facing back the way he had come.

He's between two posts on each side of the road and the last remains of a wall, almost totally broken down. The ghost truck appears back down the road he came down, revving it's engine. "Dean, You still there?" (Y/n) asked him, concerned. "Yeah." Dean replied.

"What's happening?" She asked. "It's just staring at me, what do I do?" He asked her. "Just what you are doing, bringing it to you." She replied. "Wha..." he said when the truck spins it's tires and comes barreling toward him and the Impala.

Dean watches it come, hanging tightly to the Impala's steering wheel. "Come on, Come on." He mutters. As it reaches him, he closes his eyes and hangs on tight. The truck roars through him, disintegrating into nothing as it does so.

Dean opens his eyes and stares at the now empty road in front of him. All that can be heard is the purring of the Impala's engine, the truck's revving having completely disappeared. He twists quickly to look behind and sees nothing.

"Dean. You still there?" (Y/n) asked but he doesn't reply as he looks around, shocked. "Dean?" Her voice asked. "Where'd it go?" Dean asked her. "Dean, you're where the church was." (Y/n) replied. "What church!?" Dean asked, confused. "The place Cyrus burned down. Murdered all those kids." She replied and Dean looks at the posts left on the side of the road. 

"There's not a whole lot left." He said. "Church ground is hallowed ground, whether the church is still there or not. Evil spirits cross over hallowed ground, sometimes they're destroyed, so Sam and I figured, maybe, that would get rid of it." (Y/n) said. "Maybe? Maybe!! What if you guys were wrong?" Dean asked. "Huh. Honestly that thought hadn't occurred to us." (Y/n) said, thoughtfully. 

Dean stares at his phone, then hangs up. "Well it honestly didn't occur to me." He mimics her then he slaps the steering wheel. "I'm gonna kill them." He growls.

The next day, Dean and Cassie walk toward the Impala, Sam is already in the driver's seat and (y/n) was in the backseat. "My mother says to tell you thanks again." Cassie said to Dean. "This is a better goodbye than last time." She said. "Yeah well maybe this time it will be a little less permanent." He said and Cassie gives him a look.

"You know what? I'm a realist. I don't see much hope for us, Dean." She said. "Well I've seen stranger things happen. A hell of a lot stranger." Dean said to her as they walk in front of the Impala and stop. "Plus, you seem to have your heart set on someone else." Cassie said and Dean raises his eyebrow at her. "What do you mean?" He asked and she rolls her eyes with a smile.

"Dean, the other night, felt different than the last time we slept together. It felt like...more passion was put into it than the last time we had a night like that." She said.
Dean then immediately knew the exactly why and was about to explain but Cassie holds up a hand at him. "It’s okay, Dean. Besides, I've caught you looking at her and I've seen the way you look at her. I'm not mad at you, but it would be best if we just stayed friends." She said and Dean frowns a bit then looks down for a moment before he looks back at her.

"Cassie, I'm sorry." He said and she gives a small smile to him. "Good bye, Dean." She said and he nods and gets into his car. Sam, (y/n) and Cassie wave at as the Impala takes off.

Later, (y/n) fell asleep in the backseat and Dean stares over his shoulder at her while Sam drives. "You know...you're gonna have to tell her sooner or later." Sam said. Dean looks over at him and giving him a what are you talking about? look. Sam glances at his brother then rolls his eyes and sighs. "Dean, I've seen the way you look at her. I mean, back when she had that accident with the taser and it damaged her heart, you were heartbroken at that moment. I saw the fear and the worry on your face when you found her unconscious." Sam said to him.

Dean glances down at the floor then reaches for his sunglasses and slips them on. "Why don't you wake me up when it's my turn to drive?" Dean asked as he slouches down in the seat with a sigh. Sam scoffs and shakes his head as he looks back at the long straight road.