After accidentally releasing the Devil and his wife, your favorite band of Hunters, gods, and angels are back to fight, but when Mary learns two of her destines overlap, Kara learning she is meant to be the Devil's wife vessel, and add in a love tri...
Mary's POV I was now in Ricky's car with him and Evelyn. "Did you pick us up because you were worried?" I asked. "No more like I need my partner in crime and her new witch friend." Ricky said. "So, what's with this job?" Evelyn asked interested, Bobby taught her how to hunt and she enjoys it now. "Dude suffers a head-on collision in a parked car? Dean says that's worth checking out." Ricky said. "Yeah, definitely, uh, but, uh, we got bigger problems, don't you think?" I said not wanting the future I was apart of. "I'm sure the apocalypse'll still be there when we get back." Ricky said. I called Dean and he put us on speakerphone and along with Alison who was with us in her own car. "Right, yeah, but I mean, if—if the Colt is really out there somewhere." Kara said. "Hey, we've been looking for three weeks, we got bupkis." Dean said. "And you guys didn't invite me?" I asked. "Ricky finally got us to agree to get you and that witch." Dean said. "At least you stopped calling me demented." Evelyn said, one thing we noticed right away Dean and Evelyn do not get along. "Okay. But Dean...I mean, if we're gonna—ice the Devil and Icicle." Sam said. "This is what we're doing! Okay? End of discussion." Alison said. "It's just that this is our first real case, back at it together. You know,we, we think we oughta ease into it, put the training wheels back on." I said. "So you think Kara and I need training wheels." Sam said. "No, we. We need training wheels, all of us. As a team. Okay?" Ricky said. "Plus this is Evelyn's first ever hunt." Alison said. "Okay." Kara and Sam said. "Man, I really want this to be a fresh start, you know? For all of us." Dean said. "Okay." Well all agreed. We got a motel to sleep at and I changed in my FBI outfit.
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We went to the police station and showed our badges. "Agents Bonham, Copeland, Hunt, Gardener, Norton, Mendes, and Lennox." Dean said and we all shook his hand. "Rick Carnegie. Good to know ya. So you're here on account of Cal Hawkins' death?" Carnegie asked. "That's right." I said. "Well, 'fraid you came a long way for nothing. We already booked the guy that did it." Carnegie said. "I'm sorry; who do you think did it?" Kara asked. We were now watching the video made by the friend, Jim. "Cal? Is something wrong? Oh my God, Cal. Cal!" Jim said and the video cut out. "Sicko taped his own handiwork." Carnegie said. "I don't follow." Ricky said confused. "It was Jim Grossman that killed Cal." Carnegie said. "Wait, what?" Evelyn asked. "Well, he was the only one on the scene for miles." Carnegie said. "They were best friends." Sam said. "Most violent crimes are committed by someone close to the victim." Carnegie said, he's not wrong it has been shown. "And how exactly did Jim slam Cal into a windshield with all the force of an eighty-mile-per-hour crash?" Dean said. "Drugs, maybe? Look, you know this ain't brain surgery, boys! Whatever it looks like, that's what it usually is. It's simple." Carnegie said, sure and I'm not a demigod, supernatural hunter, teenager. "Simple. Right." I lied and looked at my family. "Right. Um, if you don't mind, we'd like to speak to Jim Grossman anyway." Kara said. I was now sitting with everyone with Jim. "I was in the house when it happened, I didn't even see it." Jim saidz "For argument's sake, say we believe you." Alison said. "Why would you? The cops didn't." Jim said. "Well we're not your typical cops." Ricky said. "Please, just tell us what you saw." Sam said. "It's not what I saw, it's what I heard. Tires squealing, glass breaking. It was the car that did it." Jim said. "The car?" I asked. "I mean, I heard about the curse, but, I just thought it was a load of crap." Jim said. "Curse, what do you—what do you mean, curse?" Dean asked. "The car. Little Bastard." Jim said. "Li—Little Bastard? As in the Little Bastard?" Dean asked in shock. "Wait, wait, wait, wait, uh, what's Little Bastard?" Evelyn asked confused. "It's James Dean's car. It's the one he was killed in." Kara explained. "Yeah, that's the one. Cal had been looking for it for years. I mean, hell, we both had. But he found it first." Jim said. "Oh, we are definitely checking this out." Dean said. We were now in the impound garage and Dean and Kara were looking at the car. "So, what, this is, like, Christine?" Sam asked. "Christine is fiction." Kara said. "This is real." Dean said. "Okay. Enlighten us." Ricky said to us. "Well after James Dean died, his mechanic bought the wreckage, and he fixed it up." Dean said excitedly. "And it repaid him by falling on him." Kara said. "And Tony McHenry was killed when it locked up on the racetrack." Dean said. "We mean, death follows this car around like exhaust. Nobody touches it and comes away in one piece." Kara said. "So this case could be our death." I said. "Hm." Alison and Sam hummed. "Then, in nineteen-seventy, it vanished off the back of a truck. Nobody's ever seen it since." Dean said. "We're telling you, guys, if this—if this car is Little Bastard, we will bet you dollars to donuts it's what killed the guy." Kara said. "So how do we find out?" Ricky asked. "Cal matched the VIN number, but the only real way to know is the engine number." Dean said. "I'm guessing the engine number?" Alison asked pointing down. "On the engine. Yeah." Kara said. We were looking at the car and then everyone looked at me. "Why am I always the one, have Evelyn." I said. "Hell, no." Evelyn said. "Mae you are the shortest and the skinninest." Ricky said. "Fine. Okay, baby. I'm not gonna hurt you, so...don't hurt me." I said to the car and got on the roller board and rolled under the car with pencil and paper. I heard the car shudder and I screamed scared and saw Sam under the car. "Need a flashlight?" He asked with a grin. "No. Don't...do anything, just go away." I said still scared. "You—uh, okay." Sam said. "Don't speak. All right? In fact, don't even look at it, it might not like it." I said. I got the number and rolled back out handing the number to Sam. "Find out who owned it. Not just the last owner, you gotta take it all the way back to nineteen-fifty-five." Kara said. "That's a lot of research." Sam said. "Yeah and that just took 50 years off my life." I said. "Well, I guess Mae just made your afternoon." Dean said. We got to the motel room I changed into a different outfit.
