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SEASON 01, EPISODE 13, PART 02

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Delaney wobbled slightly as she stood to her feet. She hated when she had to put her detective clothes on because skirts and heels always made her uncomfortable. She was a girly girl to a certain point and that point ended right at high heels, dresses and skirts. Dean had forced her to put it on so she could look like an insurance person. She had half a mind to fake a cramp and not go, but she knew that would not fly with Dean. 

Delaney walked out of the bathroom to see both of her brothers stood in front of the dresser mirror as they fixed their ties. She raised an eyebrow when she noticed Dean giving Sam the look to shut up or I'll kill you. "Am I interrupting something, gentlemen?"

"Nope," Dean simply replied before he walked out of the motel room.

"What did you do to him?" Delaney laughed as she glanced back over to Sam who didn't even look close to sorry. "I don't think I've ever seen him that uncomfortable."

Sam shrugged and picked up his suit jacket, putting it on. "I just asked him what was up with him and Cassie. They don't even look at each other and then when the other isn't looking, they'll check the other out."

"You think he's in love with this girl or something?" Delaney asked, shocked. Dean Winchester actually being in love? Now that was something supernatural.

"Like you weren't thinking the same thing, Delly," Sam accused.

"Clearly if he told her about what the family business was before his own sister."

Sam chuckled and shook his head. "I knew you were still upset over that."

"Can you blame me, Sam?"

"No, but you also know why we didn't tell you. You know how Dad gets when we don't do what he says and it was safer for you not to know. So don't be too hard on Dean, okay?"

"Since when do you take Dean's side?"

Sam walked over to Delaney and pushed her towards the motel room door. "You ask way too many questions, kiddo."

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"Excuse me. Are you Ron Stubbins?" Dean asked he approached a man with a trucker hat. "You were friends with Jimmy Anderson?"

Delaney felt bad they had to bother him during his lunch break, but they couldn't wait to question whoever they could. God only knew how many more people this spirit truck would take if they waited to question anyone. 

"Who are you? Ron asked as he gave the three siblings a once over.

"We're with Mr. Anderson's insurance company," Delaney explained with a small smile. "We're just here to dot some I's and cross some T's. We were just wondering, had the deceased mentioned any unusual recent experiences?" 

Ron looked at the siblings as if they were crazy. Delaney didn't exactly blame him since it would most likely throw her off too if three strangers asked odd questions about her deceased best friend. "What do you mean unusual?"

Sam stuffed his hands in his pockets and rocked back on his heels. "Oh, you know, like visions, hallucinations. It's all part of a medical examination kind of thing."

"What company you say you were with?"

Dean pulled a folded up document from the inside pocket of his suit jacket and waved it for Ron to see before he stuffed back inside. "Tell me, did he ever mention seeing a truck, a big black truck?"

"What the hell you talking about?" Ron questioned and turned back to his lunch. "You even speaking English?"

"Son," the dark skinned man spoke up from next to Ron and the three Winchesters snapped their attention over to him, forgetting he was there for a second since they were so focused on interrogating Ron. "This truck, a big, scary, monster-looking thing?"

"Uh... yeah that's it actually," Delaney responded and the man hummed in response. She shared a look with her brothers. Maybe this guy could help them out since Ron had next to no information for them. "What is it?"

"I have heard of a truck like that," the man replied. "Back in the 60's, 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.

The man grimly shook his head with a sad sigh. "Never found him.. Well, not sure they even really looked. See, there was a time this town wasn't too friendly to all its citizens. 

Delaney quietly thanked the man before she pushed her brothers back towards the Impala. "So a truck. It keeps coming up, doesn't it?"

"I was thinking. You heard of the Flying Dutchman?" Dean questioned as he looked to his two younger siblings.

"The ghost ship infused with the captain's evil spirit," Sam answered and Delaney nodded, showing she also knew what Dean asked. "It was basically a part of him."

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

"Yeah, but all the victims have been black men, Dean," Delaney reminded as she tried to keep up with her brothers. It was made more difficult since her walking got slowed down by her heels. If she wasn't so scared of what could possibly be lingering around on the ground they walked on, she would take them off and walk barefoot.

Dean scratched his neck as his thoughts raced visibly through his expressions. "I think it's more than that. They all seem to be connected to Cassie and her family."

"You go work that angle then," Sam said as the three stopped in front of the Impala. "Go talk to her and I would suggest mentioning that other thing."

"What other thing?"

Delaney crossed her arms and chuckled. "Sammy thinks you're still in love with her and have unfinished business with her." When Dean was quiet and avoided eye contact with both of his siblings, that was when Delaney knew that Sam might actually be on to something. "Okay, seriously, what is going on between you and Cassie?"

Dean sighed and leaned against the the hood of the Impala. "Okay, maybe we were a little bit more involved than I said. A lot more than... maybe. I told her the secret about what we do and I shouldn't have."

"It's okay to need someone to open up to besides your family, Dean," Sam assured and Delaney hated to admit, but she now saw why he talked to Cassie about. She was an outsider and wouldn't be biased to anything he went to her for. She didn't know how to hunt demons or ghosts and if Dean didn't know how to handle a situation, she could give an outsider's point of view which is usually important to certain cases. Sam was right again and Delaney wanted to scream. She hated it when her brother was right.

Dean scoffed and stared out across the lake they were surrounded by. "Yeah I don't, Sammy. It was stupid to get that close. I mean, look how it ended."

Delaney and Sam shared a look with each other. They both wore a knowing smirk on their faces as they turned to back to their brother who yelled at them to knock it off. They both knew he was just upset they caught him actually expressing his emotions, something Dean Winchester never did. Ever. "You did love her!"

"Told ya," Sam nudged Delaney in the side as their smirks turned to wide grins.

Dean rolled his eyes and groaned. "Oh, God."

"You were in love with her, but you dumped her," Sam noted and crossed his arms to match Delaney's stance. Dean was quiet again, but it was different this time. He looked more sad than annoyed and that's when they both realized what had really happened. "Oh, wow. She dumped you."

"Get in the car," Dean ordered as he got in and started the car up.

Delaney's hands dropped back to her sides and she felt her heart strings tug for her eldest brother. He had finally let someone in and it ended horribly. She looked over to Sam who looked like he felt the same as her. They both walked to their respective sides of the car and got in. This case just got more interesting and awkward.

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Delaney sat in a diner with Sam the next morning. The diner was quiet because of how early it was and the two siblings just enjoyed the quiet atmosphere around them. They always took advantage of the bonding time they got with each other because it didn't happen a lot with Dean always around them. Delaney didn't hate having both of her brothers around her all the time like one would think, but she did really love the moments where she got to be with just one of them at a time.

Delaney lightly kicked Sam's shin and he looked up at her from his plate of eggs, bacon and toast. "So I guess I have to tell you that you were right. If Dean never came back last night, we both know what happened when he went to see Cassie. I just never thought Dean could fall for another human."

Sam chuckled as he pushed the eggs around his plate. "It's a shock to me, too. I never really knew the full story of them because I was Dad most of that hunt while Dean stayed with the girl and did most of the research at the motel. He acted really different around the time we had to leave. I thought he loved her and it was hard for him to dump her, you know? I never knew it was the other way around."

"It was probably a lot for her to handle," Delaney said, taking another bite of her waffle. "I know that feeling."

Sam nudged his sister's knee and she looked up at him. "Delly, I know this life is a lot, but you have handled it so well since you got pretty much thrown into it. I know Dean doesn't say it too much, but he's proud of you and so am I. Anyone else would have just ran away or tried to deny what was happening around them. Not you. You actually took this whole thing with stride and you have been doing so well. I know there's a lot of other things happening to you that none of us can explain, but that hasn't stopped you from wanting to continue to find Dad."

Delaney smiled at Sam and she scooted into his side of the booth, hugging him tightly. She felt him chuckle under her and he wrapped his arms tightly around her. Leave it to Sam to give her a pep talk. "Thanks, Sammy. I love you."

"I love you too, kiddo," Sam replied and their moment was interrupted when his caught sight of the TV screen across from them. The mayor's dead body was displayed on the screen, police working the area. "Delly..."

Delaney lifted her head off her brother's chest and furrowed her eyebrows at his expression. She slowly followed his line sight and her eye's widened. "Oh my, God," she gasped as she took in the sight of the crime scene that was displayed on the news. "That's..."

"Call Dean," Sam said and dug into his pocket before he threw a few crumpled bills onto the table. "Tell him to meet up with us." 

Delaney nodded and quickly called Dean as she ran after to Sam. Thankfully they wouldn't have to run far since the diner they stopped in wasn't too far from where the mayor was. She quickly rambled to Dean the situation and then hung up.

When the two arrived, the scene still had active police everywhere. Delaney was just glad that her and Sam wound up taking their fake badges from the Impala after Dean dropped them off. They showed the officers the fake badges and were let in. They talked to a few of the officers that arrived first to the scene to see what information they could receive before Dean showed up.

Dean eventually came in from the other side of the crime scene and the three siblings met up in the middle. His hair was still messed up from the obvious love making that went down the night prior and he seemed to notice Delaney staring because he quickly ran a hand through his hair to fix it. He cleared his throat as he tried to seem nonchalant about the whole thing.

"So... how was your night?" Delaney mused with a grin. "I take it you guys worked things out?"

"We'll be working things out until we're ninety," Dean remarked as the three started along the crime scene. "What happened?"

"Every bone crushed, internal organs turned to pudding," Delaney explained, shuddering slightly at the mere thought of it. "The cops are all stumped, but it's almost like something ran him over."

Dean stopped next to one of the cop cars and puffed out his cheeks. "So something like a truck?"

"Yep and as you can probably guess, there were no tracks," Sam answered, gesturing to the road and grass behind them that were still in their pristine condition.

Dean looked around them as he took in the surrounding trees and water. "What was the mayor doing here anyway?"

"He owned the property. Bought it a few weeks ago," Sam explained as his eyes also roamed around the scene for the hundredth time since he and Delaney arrived.

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

Delaney shrugged and stuffed her hands into her jacket pockets, the slight breeze blowing through giving her a chill. "Killing also didn't happen on the road. That doesn't fit either, Dean."

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Delaney flipped through the courthouse records that Sam was able to get from the court house in town. She didn't know how he did it since Delaney was sure they didn't just give the records out to people unless they had a serious reason for it. Even if Sam flashed his badge he would have needed some proof and reason why he needed them. However, she didn't ask because she was scared to know the answer.

"Are you going to tell me what you found, Della, or are you going to ignore me?" Dean's voice filtered through the speakers of Delaney's phone.

Delaney snapped out of her laser focus on the records and over to her phone. Dean had gone to the library with Cassie to research some articles about the killings from the 60s. Delaney would have gone with him, but she figured Dean would want to be alone with Cassie since they only just rekindled whatever it is that they had.

"Sorry, Dee," Delaney said and flipped back to the beginning of the records. "So, the records show that Mr. and Mrs. Anderson bought an abandoned property. The previous owner was the Dorian family, for like a hundred and fifty years."

"Dorian?"

"That's what it says."

Dean whispered a few things to Cassie before a clicking sound was heard as Dean looked up whatever Delaney had said. "That's interesting. This Cyrus Dorian, he vanished in April of '63. The case was investigated but never solved. It was the time the string of murders was going on back then."

Sam scooted closer to Delaney's phone so Dean could hear him properly. "Well, I pulled a bunch of papers up on the Dorian place. It must've been in bad shape when the mayor bought it."

"Why is that?"

"The first thing he did was bulldoze the place," Sam informed and Delaney raised an eyebrow at that. Something about that didn't sound right to her.

"Sammy, you got a date?"

Sam grabbed his stack of papers and quickly shifted through it to find the date. Delaney glanced over her brother's shoulder to read along with him. "Um... the third of last month."

Another string of clicking sounds was heard before Dean spoke, "Mayor Todd bulldozed the Dorian family home on the third. The first killing was the very next day."

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Delaney laid on her bed in the motel room as Sam and Dean quietly discussed a game plan on what to do now that they had more information about what was going on. She rolled over when Dean's phone started to go off. "Cassie?"

"Delaney!" 

Delaney sat up straight at the frantic voice of Cassie. "Cassie, what's wrong?"

Dean and Sam's heads snapped over to look at Delaney who looked worried for the other girl's safety.

"It found me! The truck is at my house!"

"Whoa, okay, Cassie, slow down," Delaney said and moved to get off the bed. "Just... just stay tight okay? We're going to come to you."

Dean was immediately at Delaney's side once she hung up Dean's phone. "Delaney, is Cassie okay?"

"Dean... it's the truck."

At the mention of the truck, both Winchester boys looked at each other before they ran out of the motel room, without even waiting for their sister.

"Sure, I'll come!" Delaney yelled sarcastically, running after her brothers.

They made it to Cassie's house in record time, but the truck was gone by the time they arrived. Dean was the first out of the car and was already in the house by the time both Delaney and Sam got out. 

"I didn't know Dean could run that fast," Delaney joked, trying to make light of the situation.

Sam forced a smile onto his face and walked into the house with his sister. Dean was on the couch with Cassie as he hugged her close to him, Cassie's mom on the chair next to the couch. Both of the girls looked pale and there was a slight shake to both of their bodies. It was like they both had seen a ghost. Oh, wait...

Delaney and Sam make a quick cup of tea for Cassie and her mom and they both took it with grateful smiles.

"Don't think you can throw some shots in it, do you?" Cassie mused and Delaney smiled at that before sitting next to Sam on the second couch across from the one that Dean and Cassie sat on.

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

Cassie took a long sip of her tea and placed it gently back on the saucer. "It seemed like no one. Everything was moving so fast. Then it was just gone. Why didn't it kill us?"

"Whatever is controlling the truck wants you afraid first," Delaney responded grimly.

Sam turned to Cassie's mom who had been quiet ever since the three arrived. "Mrs. Robinson, Cassie said that your husband saw the truck before he died. 

Mrs. Robinson was quiet for a long moment and looked as if she were trying to figure what to say and what not to say. Cassie's voice prompting to her speak brought her out of her silence. "Martin was under a lot of stress. You can't be sure about what he was seeing."

"Well, I think after tonight I think we can be reasonably sure that he was seeing a truck. What happened tonight, you and Cassie are marked, okay? Your daughter could die, so if you know something, now would be a really good time to tell us about it," Dean countered, his tone serious.

"Dean - " Cassie reprimanded but was cut off by her mom.

"Yes, he said saw a truck," Mrs. Robinson ran a hand over her face, her hand shaking slightly still.

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

Mrs. Robinson shrugged and gripped her tea cup harder. Delaney was sure if she gripped it any harder it would shatter in her hands. "He thought he did. He thought it was Cyrus."

Cassie glanced between the three Winchesters. So Cyrus did have something to do with all of this? 

Dean fumbled in his jacket and took out the article on Cyrus that had his picture on it. He held up the article for Mrs. Robinson to see. "Is this Cyrus?"

Mrs. Robinson avoided eye contact with the four in the room with her, tears brimming her eyes. "Cyrus Dorian died more than forty years ago."

"How do you know he died, Mrs. Robinson?" Delaney asked and her brothers gave her an odd look. "If you look at the papers, they only said that Cyrus went missing."

Mrs. Robinson seemed even more shaken by the fact that she knew what really happened to Cyrus than the truck appearing at her house which was odd to Delaney and was extremely off-putting to her. "We were all very young. 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 noted.

Delaney glanced over to Dean and Cassie who both looked like they had been hit by the truck that's been plaguing the town. 

"There were rumors," Mrs. Robinson continued as if Sam hadn't spoken. "People of color disappearing into some kind of a truck. Nothing was ever done." She sighed, her breath shaky as tears started to spill down her face. "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 the attention."

"And Cyrus?" Dean prompted, his arm wrapping around Cassie and pulling her close as she also started to cry silently along with her mom.

Mrs. Robinson stifled the sobs that were overtaking her body and closed her eyes for a minute as she calmed down enough to continue the story. "The day we set for the wedding was the day someone set fire to the church. There was a children's choir practicing in there. They all died."

Delaney gasped quietly and her hand covered her mouth and Sam gently rubbed her back. She couldn't believe that something so tragic could happen just because Cyrus was upset with Mrs. Robinson being in love with a man of a different skin color. Martin was just a man who loved a woman and the color of his skin shouldn't have mattered. The only thing that mattered was his heart. It broke Delaney's heart that innocent people had to suffer.

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

"No," Mrs. Robinson cried, sniffling. "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."

"Why didn't you call cops?" Dean questioned a hysterical Mrs. Robinson. 

Mrs. Robinson gave Dean look that practically screamed are you crazy? as she laughed incredulously. "This was forty years ago. He called on his friends Clayton, Solmes and Jimmy Anderson - and they put Cyrus' body into the truck and then rolled it into the swamp at the edge of his land. All three of them kept that secret all these years."

"Now all three are gone," Sam concluded quietly.

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

Mrs. Robinson nodded and rubbed her neck with both hands. "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... he did nothing because he also knew what Cyrus had done."

"Why didn't you tell me?" Cassie cried, looking at her mother a hurt expression crossing her face.

"I thought I was protecting them," Mrs. Robinson replied. "Now there's no one left to protect."

"Yes there is," Delaney protected and everyone in the room turned their attention to her. She had been quiet this whole time as she tried to take everything in. It was heavy stuff to carry. "You and your daughter."

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A few hours later, Delaney sat on the hood of the Impala. They had just made sure Cassie and her mom were safe in their beds before leaving. She ran her hand through her hair and heaved out a heavy sigh. She thought going back to her childhood home and fighting off a spirit that lived there was hard, but this case was seriously weighing heavy on her heart. She wasn't sure if it was because this was Dean's - girlfriend? - that was in danger so that automatically made her important. Or if it was just the topic of it all and how messed it up all was.

"God, my life was so simple," Delaney huffed and stretched her legs out on the car. "Just school, exams, ten page papers on normal court cases, if Will would win his last championship game of his college career."

"Guess we saved you from a boring existence," Dean remarked and pulled himself up to sit next to his baby sister as Sam leaned against the car next to Delaney.

Delaney chuckled softly and fiddled with her thumbs. "Yeah, well, occasionally I miss boring."

"So, this killer truck..." Dean began.

"I also miss conversations that didn't start with that," Delaney interrupted and she innocently smiled at Dean's glare. "Sorry, Dee, continue."

"This Cyrus guy... evil on a level that infected even his truck," Dean continued and leaned back on his hands as he threw his head back to look up at the stars that littered the sky above them. "When he died, the swamp became his tomb and his spirit was dormant for forty years."

Sam crossed his arms and chewed on his lower lip in thought. "What woke it up?"

"The construction on his house or the destruction," Dean informed.

"Right. Demolition or remodeling can awaken spirits, make them restless," Sam said with a slight nod. "Like that theater in Illinois."

Dean chuckled and glanced over at his brother. "And the guy who tears down the family homestead, Harold Todd, is the same guy that kept Cyrus' murder quiet and unsolved."

"So now his spirit is awakened and out for blood," Delaney concluded and shook her head. "Seriously miss normalcy."

"Who knows what ghosts are thinking anyway," Dean said.

"You know we're going to have to dredge that body from the swamp," Sam reminded and Delaney groaned loudly at the thought. Both of her brothers laughed at the reaction and she buried her face into the back of Dean's shoulder.

Dean turned at the sound of leaves crunching behind them to see Cassie walking over to them. "Hey, thought you were in bed."

"I went to check on my mom when I went to the bathroom and noticed you guys out here. So what do you have to do now?"

Dean nudged Delaney's head off his shoulder as he slid off the hood to stand in front of his... girlfriend? Delaney honestly wasn't sure where they actually stood in that matter. "You stay put and look after your mom and we'll be back. Don't leave the house."

Cassie smiled and shook her head. "Don't go getting all authoritative on me. I hate it."

"It sucks doesn't it," Delaney commented and quickly shut up when Dean shot her a deadly look. "Sorry."

"Don't leave the house, please?" Dean rephrased with a sigh. 

Delaney's eyes averted once the two started to make out. "Oh my God!" She moaned and hid her face Sam's arm as he also avoided looking in Dean and Cassie's direction. "Get a room you freakin' teenagers!"

"You guys coming or what?" Dean walked over to the driver's side and got in.

"I hate him," Delaney mumbled and slid off the hood. "Bye, Cassie."

Cassie bit her thumbnail and awkwardly waved bye to the younger Winchester siblings and watched as they drove off into the night.

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"A little more!" Sam yelled as Dean sat in the tow tractor that was hooked to the hood of Cyrus' truck. Delaney stood as far away from the tractor as she could, not necessarily trusting Dean in the damned thing. 

Dean finally got the the truck out of the water and hopped down from the tow tractor, high fiving his brother. "Told you I got it."

"Well, I can see what she sees in you," Sam mused as the three walked over to the truck.

"What?" Dean asked, looking over to his brother in confusion.

"Come on, you can admit it to Delly and I. You're still in love with her," Sam noted.

Dean rolled his eyes and stalked over to the door of the truck, ignoring his brother. He passed the bottle of gasoline to Delaney and reached out for the handle of the door with the hand that wasn't holding his flashlight. He opened the door and Delaney jumped back slightly when the dead body of Cyrus hung out of the door, his bones clinking together loudly.

"Let's do this," Sam said and grabbed the body, laying it down on the ground. 

Delaney stepped up to the body and poured the bottle of gasoline over the bones before tossing the lit match on to it. Cyrus instantly engulfed in flames and Delaney took a step back. "You think this will end it?"

The truck's headlights lighting up and the engine revving cut off whatever Dean's response was. The three's attention were torn from the burning body of Cyrus to his ghost truck. 

"I guess not," Dean voiced and stood in front of Delaney instinctively.

"So burning the body had no effect on that thing?" Sam yelled over the roar of the truck's engine.

Dean scoffed and gestured to the menacing truck in front of them. "Of course it did. Now it's pissed."

"Cyrus' ghost is gone though right, Dean?" Delaney questioned and peered around Dean's body to look between the truck and the burning body of Cyrus.

"Apparently not the part that's fused with the truck." Dean moved Delaney to stand right next to Sam before he took off for the Impala.

"Dean?" Delaney called as she watched him open the driver's door. "What in the hell do you think you're doing?"

"Going for a little ride. Gonna lead that thing away," Dean explained and got in the car. "You have to burn that rusted piece of crap."

Sam looked over at the swampy truck that was still attached to the tow tractor. "How are we supposed to burn a truck, Dean?"

"Figure something out!"

Delaney watched in horror as the truck took off after Dean. "Sammy, what do we do?"

Sam flipped through their Dad's journal in search of something that could tell them what to do. Delaney huffed and dialed Dean's number. "Dean, we need a minute."

"Delaney, I don't have a minute! What are we doing?!"

Delaney looked over to Sam who was still frantically flipping through the journal. "Uh... let me get back to you." She hung up and glanced over Sam's shoulder. "Sam, you need to read faster!"

"Delaney, shush!" Sam yelled as his eyes darted across the pages of their dad's journal. 

"We don't have time, Samuel!" Delaney huffed and stole Sam's phone. She had an idea and she was hoping it would work. She dialed the number she needed and sighed in relief when the person answered. "Cassie, it's Delaney. I need information and it needs to be exactly right, okay?"

Delaney took a mental note of the information Cassie gave to her before she hung up and called Dean back. "Dean, where are you?"

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

"Dean, listen to me. It's important," Delaney said and ignored the look that Sam was giving her. "I have to know exactly where you are."

"Decatur Road, about two miles off the highway."

Delaney thought for a quick moment of what Cassie mentioned. She was pretty sure he was on the right path. "Headed East right?"

"Yes, Delaney!" Dean yelled, frustrated with her short responses. Delaney flinched as she heard the killer truck ram into the back of the Impala and Dean cursed. "Oh, you son of a bitch."

Delaney moved Sam over and looked down at the map that was laid out in front of them with the journal. "Okay, turn right." She waited a moment to give Dean the time to turn. "You made the turn."

"Yeah, I made the turn!" Dean yelled as the car sped up a little more. "You need to move this thing along faster!"

"Dean, I will let that killer truck hit you again if you don't stop yelling at me," Delaney huffed and followed the map again. "Do you see a road up ahead?"

"Yes, I see it!"

"Turn left," Delaney instructed.

Tires screeching was heard on the other end and Delaney prayed that Dean could make this. "Okay, now what?"

"Go exactly 7/10ths of a mile and stop. Exactly 7/10ths." It was quiet for a long moment on the other end and that made Delaney nervous. "Dean, you still there?"

"Yeah. It's just staring at me. What do I do?"

Delaney sat back on her heels and grinned. "Just what you are doing - bringing it to you."

"Wh-" 

"Dean?" Delaney called and her heart rate went back to a normal rate when Dean's breathing returned on the other end. "You okay?"

"Where'd it go?"

"Dean, you're where the church was."

"What church?" Dean asked.

"The place Cyrus burned down and murdered all those kids. Church ground is hallowed ground whether the church is still there or not. Evil spirits cross over hallowed ground sometimes they're destroyed."

Sam raised his eyebrows and nodded impressed at his sister. "Good job, kiddo."

Delaney beamed Sam. "So, you know, I figured maybe that would get rid of it."

"Maybe?" Dean repeated incredulously. "Delaney Winchester! What if you were wrong?"

Delaney pressed her lips together as Dean voiced the obvious flaw in her plan. She hadn't exactly thought about her plan not working out. If it had... she could have killed her brother. "Um... I didn't exactly think that through?"

"Delaney, I am going to kill you when I get back there."

Delaney hung up and looked up at Sam who was laughing at the situation. 

"Oh, kid, you've really done it huh?" Sam questioned and Delaney sheepishly smiled at her older brother.

"Um... you think he'll really kill me?"

Sam glanced over his shoulder and tried to hide the smirk that grew on his face. "You're about to find out. I'd start running."

Delaney looked over her shoulder to see Dean getting out of the Impala and running straight for her. She squealed and scrambled to her feet before running away from Dean. 

"Delaney Elizabeth Winchester, get back here!" Dean thundered as he chased after his baby sister.

"DEAN, I SAVED YOUR ASS! LET IT GO!" Delaney yelled over her shoulder as she pumped her legs harder to put more distance between her and Dean. He had longer legs than her so it was unfair really for him to be chasing her. He'd easily catch her, but that didn't mean Delaney wasn't going to try and attempt to get away from him.

"I COULD HAVE DIED IF YOU WERE WRONG, YOU BRAT. NOW GET BACK HERE!"

Sam leaned against the car as he watched his siblings run in circles with each other. He shook his head as he chuckled at the sight. There was seriously never a dull moment in this family.

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Delaney sat in the back of the Impala with Sam in the driver's seat and Dean just outside the car saying his goodbye to Cassie. She knew this was hard on him so she tried to keep any of her joking comments to herself. He was still extremely pissed at her after her possible death stunt with him, but she knew he would get over it. Plus Sam praised her quick thinking and thought it was a good idea. So she ignored Dean's complaining.

Dean got in the car after kissing Cassie goodbye and Sam pulled away. Sam pat Dean supportively on the shoulder and gave him a small smile.

Delaney hugged her brother comfortingly from the back seat, her arms wrapped his neck and leaned her head on Dean's shoulder. "I like her a lot if that helps."

Dean reached behind him and rubbed Delaney's head in lieu of a hug. "I know, kid."

"You meet someone like her - or like Will in Delaney's case - ever make you wonder if it's worth it putting everything else on hold, doing what we do?" Sam asked.

Dean removed Delaney's arms from around him and reached for his sunglasses, putting them on. He shot his brother and sister a grin before he leaned his head on the window and closed his eyes. "Why don't you wake me up when it's my turn to drive?"

Delaney leaned her elbows on the back of the front seat and laid her head on her arms, looking over at Sam. "He'll never admit it, but he definitely likes being with us more than being with a girl."

Sam chuckled and focused his attention back on the road ahead. "Got that right, sister."

AUTHORS NOTE

okay, can we just take a moment to appreciate the

relationship between sam and delaney? i love it so

much and i would die for this sibling brotp bye