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075. FALLEN IDOLS

While Bobby was still in the hospital, the brothers went to a town that was infested with demons to help Jo, Ellen, and Rufus deal with the demons. The girls were forced to stay with Bobby before a couple days later Sam had returned and taken Libby.

Sam and Libby went off and tried to live a normal life while Dean and Ophelia did their own thing. They were separated for a while and have only been back together for a few weeks.

The girls were both very sad while away from each other and the happiest two when Dean and Sam finally agreed to stick together again.

They're currently in town for a case where a guy got killed in a parked car. They're in the garage that holds the car, the windshield stained with blood and a missing piece.

"So, what, this is, like, Christine?" Sam asks.

"Christine is fiction. This-- this is real." Dean states.

"Okay." Sam mumbles. "Enlighten me."

"Well, after James Dean died, his mechanic bought the wreckage, and he fixed it up. And it repaid him by... falling on him." Dean informs.

The girls take a few steps back from the car.

"And Tony McHenry was killed when it locked up on the racetrack. I mean, death follows this car around like exhaust. Nobody touches it and comes away in one piece." Dean says and Sam hums. "Then, in nineteen-seventy, it vanished off the back of a truck. Nobody's ever seen it since."

"I'm telling you, man, if this--if this car is Little Bastard, I will bet you dollars to donuts it's what killed the guy."

"So how do we find out?" Sam asks.

"Cal matched the VIN number, but the only real way to know is the engine number." Dean says.

"I'm guessing the engine number--?"

"On the engine. Yeah." Dean mutters. The brothers take their blazers off and roll their sleeves up. "Hey, uh, Oph? You wanna use your powers now?"

"I only use them when we're in danger. Not to lift cars." Ophelia says.

"That's not true. I saw you use it for the TV remote the othe--" Libby stops when Ophelia covers her mouth, giving the younger girl a glare.

"She was dreaming. I only use it when we're in danger." Ophelia says.

"Uh-huh. Sure." Dean sarcastically mumbles.

"You want me to do it?" Sam asks.

"No... no, no, I've-- I've got it." Dean assures. "Okay, baby. I'm not gonna hurt you, so... don't hurt me." He tells the car.

Dean lies down on a roller board with a pencil in his mouth and then he rolls under the car. The car shudders and Sam kneels next to the car.

"Need a flashlight?" Sam asks making Dean jump.

"No. Don't... do anything, just go away." Dean says.

"You-- uh, okay." Sam says.

"Don't speak. All right. In fact, don't even look at her, none of you, she might not like it." Dean says.

Sam stands back up, giving a look to the girls who smile in amusement. After a few more minutes, Dean quickly rolls out from under the car and shoots to his feet.

They watch Dean pull himself together before handing Sam the piece of paper.

"Find out who owned it. Not just the last owner, you gotta take it all the way back to ninteen-fifty-five." Dean states.

"That's a lot of research." Sam comments.

"Well, I guess I just made your afternoon." Dean says.

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