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Previously on Worlds Colliding (Supernatural):

November 2, 1988

Clips from 1.01 "Pilot"

The Winchester House.

17 years ago

Young Sam walked into Baby Catty's nursery to see a man's silhouette standing over Baby Catty's crib. "Daddy?"

Mary ran toward the nursery, stopping short.

John gave Baby Catty to Young Sam. "Take your sister outside as fast as you can! Go!"

Young Sam and Young Dean ran out of the house with Baby Catty.

John looked at the ceiling.

Their mother mysteriously died.

John watched the nursery burn, Mary with it. "Mary! No!"

Now they are...

From 1.07 "Hook Man", in Lori and Taylor's dorm room, Dean, Catty and Sam were looking at the message on the wall.

From 1.01 "Pilot", in Sam's Apartment, Catty spoke to Sam and Jessica. "Dad's on a hunting trip."

From 1.01 "Pilot", outside of John's motel room, Sam and Dean were covered in sewer water, playing look out. Catty's arms reached out to grab them and pull them inside.

From 1.01 "Pilot", In Sam's Apartment, Catty spoke to Sam and Jessica. "And he hasn't been home in a few days."

Are on a quest to find their father

From 1.01 "Pilot", in the Jericho County Sheriff's Office, Sheriff tossed down John's Journal.

From 1.02 "Wendigo", in the woods, Dean knelt in front of Sam and Catty, holding John's Journal. "This is Dad's book. I think he wants us to pick up where we left off."

From 1.03 "Dead in the Water", on the dock above the lake, Lucas knelt down, reaching a hand into the water.

Peter's hand reached out of the water to grab Lucas', pulling him into the water.

From 1.06 "Skin", on the street outside of the Impala, Dean had a gun trained on Shapeshifter!Catty.

Dean: (voice over from 1.02 Wendigo) "Saving people."

From 1.06 "Skin", in the Warren House, Shapeshifter!Dean lunged toward Catty. A beaten, bloody and tortured Catty held the knife ready, breathing heavily, bracing herself for a fight.

From 1.01 "Pilot", on Sylvania Bridge, The Ghost-possessed Impala drove straight toward Dean, Catty and Sam. Dean, Catty and Sam ran away as fast as they could.

Dean: (voice over from 1.02 Wendigo) "Hunting things."

From 1.09 "Home", in Jenny's House, An invisible force threw Sam to the floor, making him slide backward into another room, crashing into the table.

From 1.05 "Bloody Mary", in the antique store, Catty used a crowbar to shatter Bloody Mary's mirror.

Dean: (voice over from 1.02 Wendigo) "The family business."

From 1.02 "Wendigo", in the woods, Sam spoke to Catty and Dean. "I got to find Dad."

Catty nodded. "Okay."

The Impala drove off into the night.

§

Cape Girardeau, Missouri

Day One

Night - On the Road

An unfamiliar car came driving down the road.

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Car

The driver was a black man listening to the radio talking about unseasonably cold weather.

The radio crackled, tuning by itself. It died.

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Road

A large black truck approached behind the man's car, moving quickly.

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Car

The man looked in his rear view mirror. "What the..."

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Road

The two vehicles drove along the road.

The truck back-ended the sedan once. Twice.

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Car

The radio came back on, talking about politics.

The man looked into his rear view mirror to see that the truck had disappeared.

Suddenly bright headlights shone through his windshield.

The man looked forward to see the truck waiting for him, skidding to a halt, backing up, turning to go the other.

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Road

The truck was revving, back-ending the sedan again.

The sedan fought for control, swerving on the icy road.

The truck back-ended the sedan one last time.

The sedan lost control, leaving the road, crashing through a cemetery. The car flipped, bounced and skidded to a halt.

The truck cruised to a stop, revving a few times, backing away, disappearing.

§ Worlds Colliding (Supernatural) §

Day Two

Morning - Gas Station - Outside

(Song:) Walk Away - The James Gang

Sam and Catty were leaning against the Impala.

Dean stood behind them, on the phone.

Sam was looking at a map. "Okay, I think I found a way we can bypass that construction just east of here. We might even make Pennsylvania faster than we thought."

Catty rolled her eyes. "Give me the damn map. I won't get us lost. I have a good sense of direction, which is more I can say for you." She took the map, looking it over. "That's heading in the wrong way, genius." 

"What?" Sam asked.

Catty flipped the map over. "You were looking at it upside down, college boy." 

Dean walked around them to the driver's side of the car. "Look, forget Pennsylvania."

"Wait," Catty told him. "What?" 

"I just got a call from an old friend," Dean told them. "Her father was killed last night. She thinks it might be our kind of thing." 

"What?" Sam asked.

"Yeah, believe me, she never would've called, never, if she didn't need us," Dean told them, getting into the car, closing the door. "Come on. You coming or what?" 

Dean started the car.

Catty got into the passenger seat.

Sam got into the back. 

§

On the Road

The Impala cruised down the road. There were fields on one side, a lake on the other.

§

The Impala

Dean was driving.

Catty was in the passenger seat.

Sam was in the backseat. He looked at Dean. "By 'old friend', you mean..." 

"A friend that's not new," Dean told him. 

"Yeah, thanks," Sam told him sarcastically. 

Catty looked at the map that they were following. "Cape Girardeau..." She looked at Dean. "We worked a job there before, with Dad, and you met that one girl, Cassie." 

"Ding, ding, ding," Dean told her. "Good memory, Citty Cat." 

"You never mentioned her," Sam told them.

"Didn't we?" Dean asked.

"No," Sam answered. 

"Yeah, you were away at college," Catty told him. "They went out." 

"You mean, Dean dated someone?" Sam asked. "For more than one night?" 

Catty smiled.

"Are we speaking a language you're not getting here?" Dean asked. "We were working a job in Athens, Ohio. She was finishing up college. We went out for a couple weeks. She went back home. We found a job, there, too, and it went on for a little longer." 

"And?" Sam asked. Dean shook his head. "Look, it's terrible about her dad, but it kind of sounds like a standard car accident. I'm not seeing how it fits with what we do. Which, by the way, how does she know what we do?" 

Dean didn't answer.

Sam looked at Catty for an explanation.

Catty shrugged. "Didn't think you would need my help for this one, college boy. He told her." 

"He what?" Sam asked. Catty nodded. Sam looked at Dean. "You told her? You told her the secret? Our big family rule, number one. We do what we do and we shut up about it. For a year and a half, I do nothing but lie to Jessica, and you go out with this chick a couple of times and you tell her everything?" Dean didn't answer. "Dean!" 

"Yeah, looks like," Dean told him in annoyance.

Sam shook his head, looking away. "You've got to be kidding me." He looked at Catty. "Am I the only one that kept the secret in the relationships that I've had? Cat?"

"Sam, don't look at me," Catty told him. "Every relationship that I've had, which is, like, one or two, by the way, since we're at a constant rate of moving, I didn't say jack. Now let it go."

Dean looked outside, driving faster.

Sam shook his head in disapproval, looking at Catty.

Catty shrugged slightly.

(Song Ends)

§

Cape Girardeau, Missouri - Newspaper Office

A middle-aged black man was talking to a middle-aged white man and a young black woman. "It's a newspaper we put out, not a bulletin for the Mayor's office."

"Get off your soapbox, Jimmy," the middle-aged white man told him. "I'm urging a little discretion is all."

"No, I think you're telling us what you want us to print and what you want us to sit on," the young woman told him.

"I know you're upset, Cassie," the middle-aged white man told her. "I liked your dad a lot. But I think your grief is clouding your judgment."

"Two black people were killed on the same stretch of road in the same way in two weeks," Jimmy told him.

Dean, Catty and Sam walked in.

"Jimmy, you're too close to this," the middle-aged white man told him. "Those guys were friends of yours." He looked at Cassie. "Again, Cassie, I'm very sorry for your loss."

Jimmy and the other man walked away, leaving.

Cassie sighed, turning around to see Dean, Catty and Sam.

Dean looked a little apprehensive, smiling a small smile.

Catty nodded to Cassie.

Cassie walked closer. "Dean. Catty."

"Hey, Cassie," Catty told her. 

Dean looked away.

Cassie looked at Dean. 

Catty looked between them, smiling a small smile. 

Dean cleared his throat. "This is our brother, Sam." Sam nodded to Cassie. "I'm sorry about your dad." 

"Yeah, me, too," Cassie told them, looking away.

Dean looked at Cassie. 

Sam looked at them weirdly, looking at Catty, obviously still not happy about the fact that Dean had told Cassie way back when.

Catty shook her head. 

§

Night - Robinson House - Living Room

Sam, Dean and Catty were sitting in the living room.

"My mother's in pretty bad shape," Cassie told them, carrying a tray of tea toward them. "I've been staying with her. I wish she wouldn't go off by herself. She's been so nervous and frightened." She set the tray down, pouring the tea into the cups. "She was worried about Dad." 

 "Why?" Catty asked. 

"He was scared," Cassie answered. "He was seeing things."

"Like what?" Catty asked. 

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

"A truck?" Sam repeated. "Who was the driver?" 

"He didn't talk about a driver, just the truck," Cassie told them, handing each of them a cup of tea. "He said it would appear and disappear. And in the accident, Dad's truck was dented like it had been slammed into by something big." 

"Thanks," Sam told her. "Now, you're sure this dent wasn't there before?" 

"He sold cars," Cassie told them. "Always drove a new one. There wasn't a scratch on that thing. It had rained hard that night. There was mud everywhere. There was a distinct set of muddy tracks from Dad's car leading right..." Her voice broke. "To the edge where he went over." She took a moment to recollect herself. "One set of tracks. His."

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

"Best friend," Cassie answered. "Clayton Solmes. They owned a car dealership together. Same thing. Dent, no tracks. And the cops said exactly what they said about Dad. 'He lost control of his car'." 

"Can you think of any reason why your father and his partner might be targets?" Dean asked. 

Cassie shook her head. "No."

"And you think this vanishing truck ran him off the road?" Catty asked. 

"When you say it aloud like that..." Cassie trailed off. "Listen, I'm a little skeptical about this Ghost stuff or whatever it is you guys are into."

Dean chuckled. "Skeptical. If I remember, I think you said I was nuts."

"That was then," Cassie told them.

Dean nodded. "Hmm." 

"I just know that I can't explain what happened up there, so I called you," Cassie told him. A white woman walked in. Cassie stood. "Mom. Where have you been?" 

Dean, Sam and Catty stood.

"Oh," Cassie's mother told them. "I had no idea you'd invited friends over." 

"Mom, this is Dean, a friend of mine from... college," Cassie told her. "And his brother and sister, Sam and Catty." 

"Well, I—I won't interrupt you," Cassie's mother told them.

"Mrs. Robinson?" Catty asked.

"Hmm?" Mrs. Robinson asked. 

"We're sorry for your loss," Catty told her. "We'd like to talk to you for a minute, if you don't mind." 

"I'm really not up to that just now," Mrs. Robinson told them, walking out of the room. 

Dean, Sam and Catty exchanged a look. 

§

Field/Road

There was a crashed car on an open filed, wheels spinning.

Jimmy was slumped over the wheel, unmoving.

The black truck revved the engine, backing away, disappearing.

§

Day Three

Morning - Field/Road

The middle-aged white man from earlier and Cassie were walking among the emergency vehicles.

"Jimmy meant something to this town," the man told her. "He was one of our best. We won't be the same without him."

"Our best seem to be dropping like flies," Cassie told him. "Clayton, my father, Jimmy."

"What is it exactly you want me to do?" the man asked.

"How about closing this section of road for starters?" Cassie asked.

"Close the main road?" the man asked. "The only road in and out of town? Accidents do happen, Cassie, and that's what they are. Accidents."

Dean, Catty and Sam approached, standing behind Cassie.

"Did the cops check for denting on Jimmy's car to see if it was pushed?" Dean asked. 

The man looked at Cassie, nodding to Dean, Catty and Sam. "Who's this?" 

"Dean, Catty and Sam Winchester, family friends," Cassie answered. "This is Mayor Harold Todd." 

"There's one set of tracks," Harold told them. "One. Doesn't point to foul play." 

"Mayor, the police and town officials take their cues from you," Cassie told him. "If you're indifferent about—"

"Indifferent?" Harold repeated. 

"Would you close the road if the victims were white?" Cassie asked. 

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

"Why is that?" Cassie asked. 

"Why don't you ask your mother?" Harold asked, turning around, walking away, leaving.

Dean, Cassie, Catty and Sam watched him go in confusion. 

§

Motel Room

Sam and Dean were dressed in suits.

Catty was watching from one of the beds.

"I'll say this for her," Sam told them. "She's fearless."

Dean looked into the mirror, fixing his tie. "Mm-hmm."

"Bet she kicked your ass a couple times," Catty told him. "What's interesting is you guys never really look at each other at the same time. You look at her when she's not looking. She checks you out when you look away."

Dean gave Catty a look. "Catty."

Catty smiled. "It's just a—just an interesting observation. In a, you know, observationally interesting way." 

"You think we might have some more pressing issues here?" Dean asked. 

"Hey, if I'm hitting a nerve..." Catty trailed off. 

"Oh, Catty, shut up," Dean told her. "Let's go." 

Dean walked out of the room. 

Sam chuckled. "Nice going, Catty."

Sam and Catty walked out, leaving, closing the door behind them.

§

Docks

Sam and Dean were walking down a pier.

A few people were fishing.

Sam and Dean approached two older men having lunch.

"Excuse me," Sam told them. "Are one of you Ron Stubbins?"

One of the men nodded, revealing he was Ron.

"You were friends with Jimmy Anderson?" Dean asked.

"Who are you?" Ron asked.

"We're Mr. Anderson's insurance company," Dean told them. "We're just here to dot 'I's and cross 'T's."

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

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

"Well, visions, hallucinations," Sam answered.

"It's part of a medical examination kind of thing," Dean told them. "All very standard."

"What company did you say you were with?" Ron asked.

Dean pulled out a fake card, showing them. "All National Mutual. Tell me, did he ever mention seeing a truck. A big black truck?"

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

"Son, this truck, a big scary monster looking thing?" Ron's friend asked.

"Yeah, actually, I think so," Dean answered.

"Hmm," the friend hummed.

"What?" Dean asked.

"I have heard of a truck like that," the friend told them.

"You have?" Sam asked. The friend nodded. "Where?"

"Not where," the friend told them. "When. Back in the '60s, there was a string of deaths. Black men. Story goes, they disappeared in a big, nasty, black truck."

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

"Never found him," the friend answered. "Hell, not sure they even really looked. See, there was a time, this town wasn't too friendly to all it's citizens."

"Thank you," Sam told them.

Sam and Dean walked away.

§

Pier

Sam, Dean and Catty walked along the river.

"Truck?" Catty repeated. 

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

"You know, I was thinking," Dean told them. "You heard of the Flying Dutchman?" 

"Yeah," Catty answered. "A Ghost ship infused with the captain's evil Spirit. It was basically a part of him." 

"So, what if we're dealing with the same thing?" Dean asked. "A Phantom truck who's the extension of some bastard Ghost, re-enacting past crimes." 

"The victims have all been black men," Sam agreed. 

"I think it's more than that," Catty told them. "They all seem connected to Cassie and her family." She looked at Dean. "You work that angle. Go talk to her." 

"Yeah, I will," Dean told them.

"Oh, and you might also want to mention that other thing," Catty told him. 

Dean turned to face Catty. "What other thing?" 

"That serious unfinished business," Catty answered. "Dean, what is going on between you two?" 

"So maybe we were a little bit more involved than I said," Dean told them.

Catty nodded sarcastically. "Oh, okay, yeah." 

"Okay, a lot more... maybe," Dean told them. Catty smiled, looking at Sam. Sam shook his head. "I told her the secret about what we do, and I shouldn't have." 

"Look, man, everybody's got to open up to someone sometime," Sam told him. 

"Yeah, I don't," Dean told them. "It was stupid to get that close. I mean, look how it ended." He looked at Catty's smile in annoyance. "Would you stop? Catty. Blink or something." 

Catty looked at Dean in realization, letting her smile fade. "You loved her." 

Dean rolled his eyes, turning away. "Oh, God."

"You were in love with her, but you dumped her?" Catty asked.

Dean didn't answer, looking at the ground, glancing at Sam and Catty, looking down again.

Sam and Catty realized that Dean hadn't been the one to break it off.

"Oh, wow," Sam told him. "She dumped you." 

"Get in the car," Dean told them, opening the door, getting inside. "Get in the car!" 

Dean closed the door, starting the Impala.

Sam and Catty exchanged a look. 

§

Night - Robinson House - Study

Cassie was sitting at the desk, on the computer.

There was a knock on the door.

Cassie stood, walking out of the room.

§

Foyer

Cassie opened the door, looking at the visitor. "Dean."

Dean smiled weakly. "Hey."

"Hey," Cassie told him. "Come on in."

Dean walked in.

Cassie closed the door behind him, turning to face Dean.

Dean turned to face Cassie. "So, you busy, or..."

"The paper's doing a tribute to Jimmy," Cassie explained. "I was just going through his stuff... his awards. Trying to find the words."

"That's gotta be tough," Dean told her.

"For years this family owned the paper," Cassie told him. "The Dorians? They had a whites only policy. After they sold it, Jimmy became the first black reporter. He didn't stop till he became editor. He taught me everything." She hesitated. "Where's Sam and Catty?"

Dean shrugged. "Not here."

"All right," Cassie told him. "So, uh, what brings you here?"

"Trying to find the connection between the three victims," Dean answered. "By the way, did you talk to your mom about what Todd said about not being a racist?"

"I did," Cassie answered. "She didn't want to talk about it."

"Right," Dean said. There was a beat of silence. "So, just then, why did you ask me where Sam and Catty were?"

"Nothing," Cassie told him. "Not important."

"Could it be because, without them here, it's just you and me?" Dean asked. "Not you, me, Sam and Catty. Which would be easier."

"It's not easier," Cassie told him. "Look, I..."

Dean turned away. "No. Forget it. It's fine. We'll keep it strictly business."

Cassie looked at Dean for a moment. "I forgot you do that."

Dean turned to face Cassie. "Do what?"

"Oh, whenever we get, what's the word?" Cassie asked. "Close? Anywhere in the neighborhood of emotional vulnerability, you back off. Or make some joke. Or find any way to shut the door on me."

Dean was slightly offended, chuckling without amusement. "Oh, that's hilarious." He walked toward Cassie. "See, I'm not the one who took that big final door and slammed it behind me."

"Okay, wait a minute," Cassie told him.

"And I'm not the one who took the key and buried it," Dean told her.

"We done with this metaphor?" Cassie asked.

"All I'm saying is, I was totally up front with you back then, and you nailed me for it," Dean told her.

"The guy I'm with, the guy I'm hoping might be in my future, tells me he professionally pops Ghosts," Cassie told him.

"That's not the words I used," Dean told her.

"And that he has to leave, go work with Catty and their and father," Cassie told him.

"I did," Dean told her.

"All I could think was, 'If you want out fine, but don't tell me this insane story'," Cassie told him.

"It was the truth, Cassie," Dean told her in defense. "And I noticed it didn't sound insane the minute you thought I could help you."

"Well, back then I thought you just wanted to dump me," Cassie told him.

"Whoa, now, let's not forget who dumped who, okay?" Dean asked.

"I thought it was what you wanted," Cassie told him.

"Well, it wasn't," Dean told her.

"I didn't mean to hurt you," Cassie told him.

"Well, you did," Dean told her.

"I'm sorry," Cassie told him.

"Yeah, me, too," Dean told her.

Cassie and Dean looked at each other for a long moment, practically feeling the tension in the air.

(Song:) Paradise - Sharif

Cassie and Dean started to kiss furiously and passionately. Cassie pushed Dean's jacket off.

§

Cassie's Room

Dean fell onto the bed, shirtless. Cassie laid over him, kissing him. They pulled away, looking at each other for a moment. Cassie started to kiss his chest, trailing up to his lips. Dean rolled her onto the bed, continuing to kiss her for several moments. They sat up, arms wrapped around each other, kissing. They laid back down.

(Song Ends)

§

Day Four

Morning - Building Site

Mayor Harold Todd was looking at building plans, blueprints. He folded them up, walking toward his car.

The black truck pulled up behind Harold, revving it's engine.

Harold seemed to recognize it, running down the road.

The truck followed him close behind, running Harold over.

Harold fell down an embankment, rolling to a stop. His jaw was broken and dislocated. His nose and eyes were bleeding.

The truck continued on, disappearing.

§

Robinson House - Cassie's Room

Dean laid on his arm, his arm around Cassie, tucking her against his side.

"We should fight more often," Cassie told him.

Dean looked at the ceiling, absentmindedy running his fingers up and down her arm. "Absolutely."

"Actually, we were always pretty good at fighting," Cassie told him, gesturing to their position. "This we were good at. It's all the other stuff... not so much."

"Hey, I tried," Dean told her. "I told you who I really was. That was a big first for me."

"Why'd you tell me?" Cassie asked.

"I don't know," Dean told her. "I guess I couldn't lie to you."

"Dean..." Cassie trailed off. "You told me that story... It scared the hell out of me. I thought you were nuts. Dangerous, even. Actually, maybe I was looking for a reason to walk away."

"In my work, uh, I see some horrible things," Dean told her. "Things that can't be explained. I deal with them. But working things out with you?"

"I'm a scary one, all right," Cassie told him. "Well, usually things get worked out. When you really want them to."

Dean hesitated. "You know, I'm still really involved. With my dad's work."

Cassie leaned up on one elbow to look at Dean. "No more excuses, okay? From you or me."

"Okay," Dean told her. They started to kiss. Dean's phone rang. Dean reached for it, answering. "Yeah." He listened, looking startled. "You're kidding."

§

Building Site

Sam and Catty were already at the crime scene, waiting for Dean to get there. 

Dean walked closer.

Catty looked at the Sheriff. "And he's with us." Sheriff walked away. She looked at Dean. "Where were you last night? You didn't make it back to the motel." 

"Nope," Dean agreed. 

They started to walk.

"I'm guessing you guys worked things out," Catty told him. 

"We'll be working things out when we're 90," Dean told them. "So, what happened?" 

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

"Something like a truck?" Dean asked.

"Yep," Sam answered. 

"Tracks?" Dean asked.

"Nope," Sam answered.

"What was the Mayor doing here, anyway?" Dean asked. 

"He owned the property," Catty answered. "Bought it a few weeks ago."

"Yeah, but he's white," Dean told them. "Doesn't fit the pattern." 

"Killing didn't happen up on the road," Catty told them. "That doesn't fit, either." 

§

Motel Room

Catty was in her side of the room, on her laptop, researching. Her phone rang. She pulled it out to answer. "Yeah?"

Sam's voice was on the other line. "Catty. What are you doing?"

"Trying to find some link between those killings back in the '60s and what's going on now," Catty answered. "There wasn't a lot about it in the paper."

Sam was walking along the pier and river. "Not surprising. Probably a minimal-police-work deal. Back then, equal justice under the law wasn't too literal around... Well, everywhere. Catty, where's Dean?"

"With Cassie and the newspaper office trying to find out more about the recent deaths," Catty answered. "What did you find out?"

"Okay, the courthouse records show that Mr. and Mrs. Mayor bought an abandoned property," Sam told her. "The previous owner was the Dorian family, for, like, 150 years."

"Dorian?" Catty repeated.

"Yeah," Sam answered.

"Cassie said the Dorian family used to own the paper," Catty told him. "Along with most everything else around here. Real pillars of the town. Hang on." She brought up an article on her laptop about a member of the Dorian family going missing. "That's interesting."

"What?" Sam asked.

"This Cyrus Dorian, he vanished in April of '63," Catty told him. "The case was investigated, but never solved. It was the time the string of murders was going on."

Sam looked at the book in his hand. "Well, I pulled a bunch of paper up on the Dorian place. It must've been in bad shape when the Mayor bought it."

"Why is that?" Catty asked.

"The first thing he did was bulldoze the place," Sam answered.

Catty brought up another article about Harold knocking down the Dorian place. "Says here it was a big deal. One of the oldest local houses left. It made front page."

"You got a date?" Sam asked.

"Uh... the 3rd of last month," Catty answered. "The first killing was the very next day." 

§

Night - Robinson House - Living Room

Cassie wandered around with a glass of water. She put it down on the desk.

The lights flickered.

A revving engine could be heard from outside.

Headlights shone through the slats of blinds.

Cassie hurriedly closed them.

§

Outside

The truck started making passes at the house.

§

Inside

Cassie was terrified, running from room to room, closing the blinds. She ran toward her phone, backing away against the wall to try to stay out of reach of the truck outside, making a call. "Dean. Dean!"

§

Later

The truck was gone.

Sam, Dean and Catty were here.

Cassie was sitting on one couch.

Sam and Catty sat on the one across from her.

Mrs. Robinson was sitting in a chair. 

Dean sat next to Cassie, giving her a glass of tea.

"Maybe you could throw a couple shots in that," Cassie told him. 

"You didn't see who was driving the truck?" Catty asked. 

"It seemed to be no one," Cassie told them. "Everything was moving so fast. And then it was just gone. Why didn't it kill us?" 

"Whatever is controlling the truck wants you afraid first," Dean answered.

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

Mrs. Robinson didn't answer.

"Mom?" Cassie asked. 

"Mm?" Mrs. Robinson asked. "Martin was under a lot of stress. You can't be sure about what he was seeing." 

"Well, after tonight, I think we can be reasonably sure that he was seeing a truck," Catty told her.

"What happened tonight, you and Cassie are marked, okay?" Dean asked. "Your daughter could die, so if you know something, now would be a really good time to tell us about it." 

"Dean—" Cassie started.

"Yes," Mrs. Robinson told them. "Yes, he said he saw a truck."

"Did he know who it belonged to?" Sam asked. 

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

"Who was that?" Dean asked.

"Cyrus," Mrs. Robinson answered. Sam and Catty exchanged a knowing look. "A man named Cyrus." 

Catty pulled out the print-out articles from her jacket, holding it up for Mrs. Robinson to see. "Is this Cyrus?" 

"Cyrus Dorian died more than 40 years ago," Mrs. Robinson told them.

"How do you know he died, Mrs. Robinson?" Catty asked. "The paper said he went missing." Mrs. Robinson didn't answer. "How do you know he died?" 

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

"The string of murders," Sam told them.

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

"And Cyrus?" Dean asked.

Mrs. Robinson started to cry. "The day we set for the wedding, was the day someone set fire to the church."

§

Flashback - April 1963

Night - Church - Outside

A torch was thrown onto the church, setting it aflame.

§

Now

Night - Robinson House - Living Room

Sam, Dean and Catty exchanged a look.

Mrs. Robinson sobbed. "There was a children's choir practicing in there." Cassie shook her head. "They all died."

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

"No, there was one more," Mrs. Robinson answered. "One night, that truck came for Martin."

§

Flashback - April, 1963

Night - Road

The truck came driving down the road.

Young Martin was in the middle of the road.

Cyrus had a baseball bat, beating Martin until he was down.

Mrs. Robinson: (voice over) "Cyrus beat him something terrible. But Martin, you see, Martin got loose."

Young Martin stood, catching Cyrus' baseball bat mid-swing, hitting Cyrus with it repeatedly, making him fall to the ground.

Mrs. Robinson: (voice over) "And he started hitting Cyrus and he just kept hitting him and hitting him."

Cyrus fell to the ground, dead.

Young Martin let the baseball bat fall to the ground.

§

Now

Night - Robinson House - Living Room

Mrs. Robinson was still crying.

"Why didn't you call the cops?" Catty asked.

Mrs. Robinson shook her head. "This was 40 years ago. He called on his friends, Clayton Solmes and Jimmy Anderson, and they put Cyrus' body into the truck."

§

Flashback - April 1963

Night - Swamp

Clayton, Jimmy and Martin put Cyrus' body into the trunk, closing the door.

They pushed the truck into the water.

Mrs. Robinson: (voice over) "And then rolled it into the swamp at the edge of his land. And all three of them kept that secret all these years." 

§

Now 

Night - Robinson House - Living Room

Mrs. Robinson was still crying.

"And now all three are gone," Sam told them. 

"So is Mayor Todd," Dean told them. He looked at Mrs. Robinson. "Now, he said that you of all people would know that he is not a racist. Why would he say that?" 

"He was a good man," Mrs. Robinson told them. "He was a young Deputy back then, investigating Cyrus' disappearance. Once he figured out what Martin and the others had done, he..." She sighed. "He did nothing, because he also knew what Cyrus had done." 

Cassie was near tears. "Why didn't you tell me?" 

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

"Yes, there is," Dean told her, looking between Mrs. Robinson and Cassie.

Mrs. Robinson took Cassie's hand in her own.

§

Outside

Sam, Catty and Dean stood outside next to the Impala.

"Oh, my life was so simple," Sam told them. "Just school, exams, papers on polycentric cultural norms." 

"So I guess we saved you from a boring existence," Catty told him. 

"Occasionally, I miss boring," Sam told them, sighing.

"So, this killer truck..." Dean trailed off. 

"I miss conversations that didn't start with 'this killer truck'," Sam told them. 

Catty chuckled.

"All right, well, this Cyrus guy, evil on a level that infected even his truck," Dean told them. "When he died, the swamp became his tomb, and his Spirit was dormant for 40 years." 

"So, what woke it up?" Sam asked. 

"The construction on his house," Catty answered. "Or the destruction." 

"Right," Sam said. "Demolition or remodeling can awaken Spirits, make them restless. Like that theater in Illinois." 

Catty nodded. "Yeah." 

"And the guy who tears down the family homestead, Harold Todd, is the same guy that kept Cyrus' murder quiet and unsolved," Dean told them. 

"So now his Spirit is awakened and out for blood," Catty told them. 

"Yeah, I guess," Dean told them. "Who knows what Ghosts are thinking anyway?" 

"You know we're gonna have to dredge that body from the swap?" Catty asked. 

Dean smiled.

Sam looked down, shaking his head. "Man." 

Cassie approached them.

"Hey," Dean told her.

"Hey," Cassie told them. "She's asleep. Now what?" 

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

"Don't go getting all authoritative on me," Cassie told him. "I hate it." 

Sam looked at Dean smugly.

Catty chuckled. 

"Don't leave the house, please?" Dean asked, kissing Cassie.

Sam and Catty exchanged an amused, sly look. 

Sam cleared his throat loudly.

Dean held a finger toward them, still kissing Cassie. 

Catty smiled, chuckling. "You coming or what?" 

Sam, Dean and Catty got into the Impala, driving away, leaving.

§

Swamp

Sam, Dean and Catty were dredging the truck out of the river.

"All right, let's get her up," Sam told them. Dean drove away in the tractor, pulling the car with him. "All right. Little more. Little more. Little more." 

The truck was all the way out.

"All right, stop," Catty told him. Dean got off the tractor. They walked toward the Impala. Catty looked at Dean. "Nice." 

"Hell, yeah," Dean told them.

"Now I know what she sees in you," Sam told him. 

"What?" Dean asked.

"Probably the same thing that Ness saw in you when you and Ness were teens," Catty told him.

Dean looked at her in surprise. "Catty, how do you know about me and Ness when we were teens? When Ness and I were teens, you were like eight. And Ness and I didn't tell you. In fact, our dads split me and Ness up because we got into too much trouble. Unless Sam told you about me and Ness."

"Guilty," Sam answered. "Catty, when I was 12, Dean and Ness were crushing on each other, sneaking away when we were with our dads. And I think that's part of the reason our dad and Ness' dad broke you and Ness up, right?"

Dean sighed, rolling his eyes. "You guys can ask me about Cassie all you want. Just don't ask about Ness."

"Why?" Catty asked. "Is it because Cassie's the only girl that you've actually fallen for, other than Ness? I mean, I get it. You're irritated because our dads didn't let you and Ness be, and mad that you haven't been able to see Ness since. You don't even know if Ness wants to see you now. But there's only one way to find out. Give Ness a call. Or better yet, why don't you go see Ness?"

"Catty, shut up," Dean told her. "Can we focus, please?"

Dean sighed, opening the truck of the Impala.

"I'm just saying, Dean," Catty told him. 

"Cat, hold that," Dean told her, handing Catty the bag of salt.

"All right, what am I getting?" Sam asked.

"Gas, flashlight," Dean answered.

"Got it, got it," Sam told them, grabbing the gasoline can and a flashlight. 

"All right, let's get this done," Catty told them.

"All right," Sam told them.

"Got it," Dean said, closing the trunk. They walked toward the truck. Dean opened the driver's side door to reveal the rotted corpse of Cyrus Dorian. They groaned at the smell. "All right, let's get to it." 

They laid Cyrus' body on a nearby bench.

Dean poured salt all over his body.

Sam doused gasoline all over his body. 

Catty lit the match, tossing it onto the body.

The body caught fire instantly.

Dean, Sam and Catty watched the body burn.

"Think that'll do it?" Sam asked. 

The truck appeared, shining its headlights on them, revving its engine angrily. 

Catty hesitated. "I guess not." 

§

The truck was still revving its engine angrily.

"So, burning the body had no effect on that thing?" Sam asked.

"Sure it did," Catty told them. "Now it's really pissed." 

"But Cyrus' Ghost is gone, right?" Sam asked. 

"Apparently not the part that's fused with the truck," Dean told them. Catty turned around, walking toward the Impala. "Where are you going?" 

"Going for a little ride," Catty answered. "Gonna lead that thing away." She opened the driver's door. "That rusted piece of crap, you two got to burn it." 

"How the hell are we supposed to burn a truck, Catty?" Dean asked. 

"I don't know," Catty told them, tossing a bag toward them. "Figure something out." 

Sam caught the bag. "Figure something—" 

Catty got into the car, closing the door, starting the car, driving away as fast as she could.

As planned, the truck followed the Impala.

Sam and Dean watched them go worriedly.

§

Road

Every curve in the road the Impala took quickly and carefully to keep ahead of the truck.

The truck was within inches of the Impala.

They continued to take the wild ride through the misty back roads.

§

Swamp

Sam was looking over a map with a flashlight. "I think I know what we can do."

"Well, time is of the essence, Sammy," Dean told him. "Spit it out." His phone rang. He answered. "Cat, you got to give us a minute."

Catty was on the other line, driving the Impala away from the truck as fast as she could. "I don't have a minute! What are we doing?"

"Uh..." Dean trailed off. "Let us get back to you."

§

Road - The Impala

Catty scoffed in exasperation, hanging up, driving faster. "Get back to me?"

§

Swamp

Sam was showing Dean was he was thinking on the map. "All right, here we go."

Dean made a call. "Hey, Cassie, I need some information, and it has to be exactly right."

§

Road - The Impala

Catty was still trying to stay ahead of the truck. Her phone rang. She answered. "What?"

Sam and Dean were both talking to Catty through speaker phone, still in the swamp.

"All right, Catty," Dean told her.

"This better be good!" Catty told them.

"Where are you?" Dean asked.

"I'm in the middle of nowhere with a killer truck on my ass," Catty answered. "It's like it knows I put the torch to Cyrus."

"Catty, Cat, listen to me," Dean told her. "It's important. We have to know exactly where you are."

Catty looked at a street sign as she passed. "Decatur Road, about two miles off the highway."

"Okay, headed east?" Dean asked.

Catty sighed in exasperation. "Yes!"

§

Road

The truck rammed into the back of the Impala, making it swerve.

§

The Impala

Catty struggled to keep the car in control. "Oh, you son of a bitch."

"Okay, uh, turn right," Sam told her. "Up ahead, turn right." 

§

Road

The Impala turned right.

The trucked followed right after the Impala, within inches of the bumper.

§

Swamp

Sam looked curious. "You make the turn?"

"Yeah, I made the turn!" Catty answered.

Dean jumped at the loudness of her anxious, freaking-out voice.

§

The Impala

Catty continued to drive on. "Move this thing along a little faster."

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

"No!" Catty answered. She looked to the side, seeing the truck driving closer, trying to block her way to the road up ahead. "Wait, yes, I see it."

"Okay, turn left," Sam told her.

That was the road that the truck was trying to stop her from taking.

Catty sounded incredulous. "What?"

§

Road

The Impala pulled over suddenly.

The truck continued to drive way ahead.

The Impala took the left turn, driving quickly again.

§

The Impala

Catty put the phone to her ear. "All right, now what?"

"You need to go exactly 7/10ths of a mile and stop," Sam told her.

"Stop?" Catty repeated incredulously.

"Exactly 7/10ths, Catty," Sam told her.

Catty looked at the speedometer on the dashboard. "7/10ths, 7/10ths." 

Catty watched the last number go from 3 to 9.

§

Road

The Impala passed by what looked like a entrance of two posts ruined by fire and age, pulling over, U-turning to face the truck. 

The truck appeared down the road, but didn't come near the Impala.

§

The Impala

Catty watched the truck anxiously.

"Catty, are you still there?" Sam asked.

"Yeah," Catty answered.

"What's happening?" Dean asked.

"It's just staring at me," Catty answered. "What do I do?"

"Just what you are doing," Sam answered. "Bringing it to you."

"Wha—" Catty started. The truck sped toward her. Catty lowered her phone to her side, freaking out silently. "Come on, come on."

§

Road

Just as the truck hit the entrance in front of the Impala, it exploded into tiny harmless car pieces that just disappeared.

§

The Impala

Catty still cringed, braced for the impact that never came. She looked around in relief, realizing that the truck had been destroyed.

"Catty?" Sam asked. "You still there? Catty?"

Catty picked up the phone, stunned. "Where'd it go?"

"Cat, you're where the church was," Sam told her.

"What church?" Catty asked.

"The place Cyrus burned down and murdered all those kids," Sam answered.

Catty looked between the posts of the entrance. "There's not a whole lot left."

"Church ground is Hallowed Ground, whether the church was still there or not," Sam told them."Evil Spirits cross over Hallowed Ground, sometimes they're destroyed. So I figured maybe that would get rid of it."

"Maybe?" Catty repeated incredulously. "Maybe? What if you were wrong? You risked my life on a 'maybe'?"

"Cat, it was Sam's idea," Dean told her.

"Thanks," Sam told him sarcastically. "Cat, honestly, that thought hadn't occurred to me."

Catty looked at her phone incredulously, hanging up, looking around, shaking her head. "'Cat, it was Sam's idea'. 'Cat, that honestly didn't occur to me.'" She leaned her head forward against the steering wheel, hitting the steering wheel lightly, raising her head, looking around in exasperation. "I'm gonna kill them." 

§

Day Five

Morning - Docks

(Song:) Line of Love - The Minors

Catty was sitting in the front seat of the Impala.

Sam was sitting in the passenger seat.

Dean and Cassie walked toward them.

"My mother says to tell you thanks again," Cassie told him. Dean nodded. They stopped next to the Impala, facing each other. "This is a better goodbye than last time."

"Yeah, well, maybe this time will be a little less permanent," Dean told her.

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

"Well, I've seen stranger things happen," Dean told her. "A hell of a lot stranger."

"Goodbye, Dean," Cassie told him.

Dean and Cassie kissed for a long moment, pulling away, looking at each other.

Dean got into the backseat of the car.

Catty and Cassie waved bye to each other.

The Impala drove away.

§

Long Country Road - The Impala

Catty was driving.

Sam was in the passenger seat.

Dean was in the backseat, looking out of the driver's side window.

"I like her," Sam told them.

Catty shrugged. "She's cool." 

"Yeah," Dean agreed. 

"You meet someone like her, or someone like Ness, ever make you wonder if it's worth it?" Sam asked. "Putting everything else on hold, doing what we do?" 

Dean didn't answer, smiling a small smile, putting sunglasses on. "Why don't you wake me up when it's my turn to drive?" 

Catty smirked.

§

Road

The Impala continued to drive away.