(1) The Devil's Hybrid (D. Winchester)

Chapter Seventy-Nine

"On April 21, 1967, the 100 millionth GM vehicle rolled off the line at the plant in Janesville – a blue two-door Caprice. There was a big ceremony, speeches. The lieutenant governor even showed up. Three days later, another car rolled off that same line. No one gave two craps about her. But they should have, because this 1967 Chevrolet Impala would turn out to be the most important car – no, the most important object – in pretty much the whole universe. She was first owned by Sal Moriarty, an alcoholic with two ex-wives and three blocked arteries. On weekends, he'd drive around giving Bibles to the poor "gettin' folks right for Judgment Day." That's what he said. Sam and Dean don't know any of this, but if they did, I bet they'd smile. After Sal died, she ended up at Rainbow Motors, a used-car lot in Lawrence, where a young marine bought her on impulse. That is, after a little advice from a friend. I guess that's where this story begins. And here's where it ends"

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Sam sits on the hood of the Impala drinking a beer. Dean joins him.

"Hey" Dean takes a beer out of a cooler and leans against the Impala. "Dean? What's going on?"

"I'm in."

"In with...?" Sam asks.

"The whole "up with Satan" thing. I'm on board"

"You're gonna let me say yes?"

"No. That's the thing. It's not on me to let you do anything. You're a grown – well, overgrown – man. If this is what you want, I'll back your play"

"That's the last thing I thought you'd ever say"

"Might be. I'm not gonna lie to you, though. It goes against every fiber I got. I mean, truth is... You know, watching out for you... it's kinda been my job, you know? But more than that, it's... it's kinda who I am. You're not a kid anymore, Sam, and I can't keep treating you like one. Maybe I got to grow up a little, too. I don't know if we got a snowball's chance. But... But I do know that if anybody can do it... it's you"

"Thank you"

"If this is what you want... Is this really what you want?" Dean asks.

"I let him out. I got to put him back in" 

"Okay. That's it, then" Dean agrees, nods, he looks across at Erika who paces on the phone.

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Bodies hang upside down over a devil's trap. Sam wipes the blood off a large knife. Castiel puts the lid on a jug of blood. Dean stands nearby.

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Sam, Castiel and Dean exit the building. Sam and Castiel carry gallon jugs of blood and put them in the trunk of the Impala, where Erika sits on the hood. Dean walks over to Bobby.

"I still can't get used to you at eye level"

"So, was I right?" Bobby asks.

"As always, Yoda. Two stunt demons inside, just like you said"

"Did you get it?"

"Yeah, all the "go juice" Sammy can drink" Dean answers.

"You okay?" Bobby asks.

"Not really. What do you got?"

"Not much. These look like omens to you?" Bobby hands Dean a newspaper. "Cyclone in Florida, temperature drop in Detroit, wildfires in L.A"

"Wait. What about Detroit?" 

"Temp's dropped about 20 degrees, but only in a five-block radius of downtown Motown"