Jenny seated herself next to Dean in the newspaper's office, declining another cup of tea from Cassie, who then handed it to Dean. He seemed reluctant to take it, taking a sip before setting it down.

"So I'm trying to find some link between those killings back in the '60s and what's going on now. There wasn't a lot about it in the paper.

"Not surprising. Probably minimal policework too. Back then equal justice under the law wasn't too literal around here." Cassie sat down next to Jenny, who rummaged through her bag, pulling out a leather-bound journal. She grabbed a pen from the desk, clicking it as she started writing down. Cassie leaned over to read, Jenny slapping the book shut and eyeing her as Dean's phone rang.

"Yeah. Alright hold on." Dean put his phone on speaker, setting it down on the table. "Go."

"Ok, the courthouse records show that Mr and Mrs Mayor bought an abandoned property. The previous owner was the Dorian family for, like, 150 years." Sam's voice rang through the phone.

"Dorian?" Dean frowned, looking at the computer.

"Yeah."

Jenny turned to Cassie. "Isn't the Dorian family the one that owned the paper?" She asked, the other woman nodding.

"Along with everything else around here. Real pillars of the town." She spoke sarcastically, turning to the computer in front of Jenny as she started to type something.

Jenny hummed, her brows furrowed as Dean leaned over, reading the link she clicked on. "Interesting." Dean mumbled.

"What's you find?"

"Cyrus Dorian. He vanished in April of '63. The case was investigated but never solved. It was right around the time the string of murders was going on back then." Dean said, continuing to read the news link.

"Well I pulled a bunch of papers up on the Dorian place, it musta been in bad shape when the Mayor bought."

"How so?" Jenny held her frown, still staring at the computer screen.

"The first thing he did was bulldoze the place."

"Mayor Todd knocked down the Dorian place?" Dean turned to Cassie, who nodded.

"It was a big deal. One of the oldest houses left. He made the front page."

"You got a date?" Jenny asked, opening a new tab.

"Ahhh." Silence for a moment before Sam cleared his throat. "The 3rd of last month." Jenny searched again, clicking the first link she found.

"Mayor Todd bulldozed the Dorian family home on the 3rd." Dean read, turning to Jenny

"The first killing was the very next day."

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Jenny, Sam and Dean were all back at the motel. Jenny was once again scribbling into her journal, clasping it shut after a few minutes before slide her computer over. "So, obviously it's the vengeful spirit of Cyrus. Question remains: where the hell is he?"

"I can't find anything on any suspects on Cyrus' disappearance. It's like he just... Quite literally Disappeared." Sam sighed, leaning back in his chair as Jenny grabbed her beer, taking a long sip from it.

"Awesome." She mumbled, setting the beer back down. Dean was reading on Sam's laptop, brows knotted together in concentration. "So, do we start searching for unmarked graves? Look through the forest for a possibly suspicious row of rocks?" Sam shook his head.

"If he was killed, then there's no way the rocks would have been untouched for four decades." Jenny rubbed her face in agitation, shaking her head.

"I hate these kinds of searches." She complained, turning her head as Dean's phone went off. Cassie's name popped into the screen, Dean answering it. "Cassie— yo, woah slow down." Dean's eyes widened as he looked at Jenny. "We'll be right over." He hung up the phone as he stood up, grabbing his jacket.

"What's going on?" Sam asked, confused as to why his brother was in such a rush.

"The truck went after Cassie."

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Cassie's trembling hands rattled her cup of tea, trying to crop it so they'd stop shaking. "Maybe you could throw a couple of shots in that." She joked quietly, staring at the floor. Her mother sat down next to her, refusing to look up as well.

Jenny and Dean sat on the couch opposite of the woman, staring at her. "You didn't see who was driving the truck?" Jenny spoke up, Cassie shaking her head and she took a sip of her tea.

"It seemed to be no one. I- Everything was moving so fast. And then... It was just gone. Why didn't it kill us?" Cassie finally looked at Jenny, who looked to Dean.

"Whoever was controlling the truck wants you afraid first." Jenny looked at the two women, clasping her hands together as she leaned forward. "And by the looks of it, it's clearly working."

"Mrs Robinson, Cassie said that your husband saw the truck before he died." Sam mentioned, sitting next to his brother. The older woman started shaking, Cassie taking her hand.

"Oh. 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 he was seeing a truck. What happened tonight, you and Cassie are marked. Ok? Your daughter could die. You could die. So if you know something now would be a really good time to tell us about it." Dean snapped, waving his hand around.

Mrs Robinson looked as if she were holding her breath before shutting her eyes, nodding.

"Yes. Yes, he said he saw a truck."

"Did he know who it belonged to?" Sam asked, raising his brows.

"He thought he did."

"Who was that?"

Mrs. Robinson took in an upset breath, pressing her lips together. "Cyrus. A man named Cyrus."

The three Hunters shared a look. Dean reached into his bag, tossing the newspaper about Cyrus' disappearance onto the coffee table and pointed to the picture.

"Is that Cyrus?" Mrs. Robinson barely nodded.

"Cyrus Dorian... he died more than 40 years ago."  Jenny frowned, leaning back into the couch.

"Mrs Robinson... The papers say he went missing. How did you know he died?" Dean asked as the woman let in another trembling breath.

"We were all very young. I dated Cyrus a while, I was also seeing Martin...in secret of course. Inter-racial couples didn't go over too well back 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 murders." Sam mumbled, Mrs Robinson nodding.

"There were rumours. People of colour disappearing into some kind of a truck. Nothing was ever done. Martin and a... Martin and I, we were gunna be, uh, married in that little church near here, but last minute we decided to elope as we didn't want the attention."

"And Cyrus?" Sam questioned.

"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." Jenny looked at Dean, who was still looking at Mrs Robinson.

"Did the attacks stop after that?" Sam asked softly, Mrs Robinson sobbing.

"No! 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 the cops?" Jenny wondered, watching as the older woman broke down

Mrs Robinson let out a soft cry, shaking her head. "This was forty years ago. He called on his friends, Clayton Soames and Jimmy Anderson, and they put Cyrus' body into the truck and they rolled it into the swamp at the end of his land and all three of them kept that secret all of these years."

"And now all three are gone." Mrs Robinson started to sob again, wiping her tears away. Dean leaned back, sharing a look with Jenny.

"And so is Mayor Todd. Now he said that you of all people would know he is not a racist. Why would he say that?" Dean turned back to the older woman, who scoffed.

"He was a good man. He was a young deputy back then investigating Cyrus' disappearence. Once he figured out what Martin and the others had done he— he did nothing, because he also knew what Cyrus had done." Silence filled the room for a moment, occasionally broken by Mrs Robinson's sniffling.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Cassie asked as her mother continued to cry, holding her daughters hands.

"I thought I was protecting them. And now there's no one left to protect." Jenny turned to Cassie, shaking her head.

"Yes there is."

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Jenny and Sam leaned against the impala, Dean pacing back and forth. Sam sighed, looking up at the dark night sky.

"Ahh.. My life was so simple. Just school, exams, papers on polycentric cultural norms." Jenny faked a gag, rolling her eyes with a smile.

"So I guess we saved you from a boring existence." Jenny nudged Sam, who scoffed and smirked.

"Yeah, occasionally I miss boring."

"So this killer truck—"

"I miss conversations that didn't start with 'this killer truck'." Sam interrupted his brother, who let out a short laugh.

"Well this Cyrus guy. Evil on a level that infected even his truck. When he died, the swamp became his tomb, and his spirit was dormant for 40 years."

"So... what woke it up?" Sam frowned, crossing his arms.

"The construction on his house. Or the destruction." Dean stated the obvious, Sam nodding.

"Right. Demolition or remodelling can awaken spirits, make them restless." Sam said, to which Dean hummed in confirmation. "Like that theatre in Illinois, ya know?"

"And the guy that tore down the family homestead, Harold Todd, is the same guy that kept Cyrus' murder quiet and unsolved." Dean pointed out, Jenny humming.

"Awaken the spirit, the spirit shall bite." Jenny looked up to the sky, staring at the stars.

"Yeah I guess. Who knows what ghosts are thinking anyway." Dean shrugged, stuffing his hands into his pockets.

"You know we're going to have to dredge that body up from the swamp right?" Sam asked as Dean and Jenny grinned at him. Sam rolled his eyes. "Man—"

"You said it." Dean chuckled, Jenny smiling and looked down, shaking her head in amusement.

Jenny pushed herself off of the impala, looking into Cassie's house to see her staring out the window at them. "We should go before the truck gets back." She suggested, Dean nodding.

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Jenny grabbed the hook from the tractor they had driven to Cyrus's 'grave,' walking to the edge of the water. "Oh how lovely. I have to swim for it." She turned to the boys, waving the hook around. "Either of you care for a quick dip?"

The two quickly backed away, Dean gesturing to the tractor. "I got a tractor to pull." She turned to Sam, who shook his head.

"I uh— have uh... Salt and gas to grab." Dean ran to the drivers side of the tractor as Sam ran to the impala, Jenny frowning at them in disappointment.

"What a bunch of babies." She joked, slipping her boots and socks off. She stepped into the water, making an odd noise at how cold it was before walking in deeper.

Jenny let out a squeal, waving her hands in circles as she slipped, catching herself on a branch. "Damn mud." She grumbled, walking deeper. "Why the hell did it have to be down so far?!"

After finally getting the hook attached to the truck, Jenny climbed out of the water, grumbling. "Now I'm cold and wet and both of you owe me for it!" She yelled to the two. Dean looked out at her through the window of the tractor, Sam walking back over with an awkward smile.

"Alright. Pull her up!" Sam called out as Dean started to drive slowly, dragging the truck out of the water.

Jenny backed away as it got closer to her. After Dean had parked the tractor he jumped out, walking over to the drivers side of the truck with Jenny and Sam. "Ready?"

"Not really." Jenny smiled sarcastically, grabbing the door handle and yanked it open. The still-decaying corpse of Cyrus fell out and onto the ground, Jenny grimacing at the sight. "Oh, I'll never get used to it."

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The three Hunters were now standing a few feet from Cyrus's burning bones, Jenny's hands shoved deep into her pockets as she watched the flames dance, rolling on the heels of her boots.

"Think that'll do it?" Sam asked, turning to his brother and Jenny. Headlights suddenly blinded them, their eyes widening to see the ghost truck revving it's engine at them.

"No." Jenny spoke, Dean and Sam looking at her before back at the truck.

"So burning the body had no effect on that thing?"

"I mean, it did. But now it wants to fucking kill us." Jenny laughed, eyes still wide.

"But Cyrus' ghost is gone, right?" Sam frowned as Dean shook his head.

The older Winchester grabbed Jenny's arm, dragging her away. "Apparently not the part that's fused with the truck."

"Where you guys going?" Sam asked, confusion on his face as Jenny shrugged, unsure where Dean was leading her

"Goin' for a little ride." The woman's head whipped to her boyfriend, eyes wide once more.

"What!" Sam and Jenny yelled in unison.

"Gonna lead that thing away. That busted piece of crap, you gotta burn it." Dean turned to Jenny. "You and I are uh— I don't know but you're coming with."

"How the hell am I supposed to burn a truck?!" Sam yelled as Jenny ran backwards towards the Impala, shrugging her arms up.

"I don't know. Figure something out!" Jenny tossed a bag to Sam and Dean jumped into the Impala with her, backing out quickly before driving off.

Jenny rolled the window down, looking out and behind to see the truck speeding to them. Dean was in the phone, the wind too loud in Jenny's ears to hear either of the boys talking.

"You think a salt gun will ward it off for the time being?" Jenny yelled through the loud hum of the Impala, Dean shaking his head as she plopped back down into her seat.

Her hands slapped hard onto the dashboard as the truck back ended itself into the car, Jenny turning back to face it angrily.

"You son of a bitch!" Dean yelled, driving faster.

"Ok, ahhh, turn right! Up ahead, turn right." Sam ordered.

Dean swung right, the truck following, both engines screaming and revving. Jenny stuck her head back out the window, hair flapping around in her face. No one was in the drivers seat of the trucks

"You make the turn?" Sam asked.

"Yeah I made the turn!" Dean snapped, Jenny's eyes flickering everywhere as she was preparing herself for whatever was going to happen. "You need to move this thing along a little faster."

"All right, you see a road up ahead?"

"No! Wait. No, yes, I see it." Dean yelled, getting ready to turn.

Jenny looked in the mirror, nervous as the truck is slowly gained ground on the Impala's left side. "Dean—"

"Ok, Turn left." Sam ordered, Dean knotting his brows.

Grimacing, Dean slammed on the brakes and the truck careens past as he spun the Impala left onto the smaller road. Jenny gripped onto the back of the seat to stop herself from slamming against the door, eyes wide.

"All right, now what?"

"You need to go seven tenths of a mile and then stop." Sam advised, Jenny and Dean frowning in confusion.

"Stop?"

"Exactly seven tenths, Dean."

"Seven tenths, seven tenths." Dean whispered, looking at the speedometer.

At the right moment, Dean spun the car around and moved it back to sit exactly where Sam had advised, facing back the way they had come. He was between two posts on each side of the road and the last remains of a wall, almost totally broken down. The ghost truck appeared back down the road he came down, revving it's engine.

"Oh boy." Jenny said, gripping the handle on her door and the back of the seat, looking to Dean's phone.

"Dean, Jenny, You guys still there?"

"Yeah." They answered quietly, staring ahead.

"What's happening?"

"It's just staring at us, what do I do?" Dean asked as Jenny looked at the truck, swallowing nervously.

"Just what you are doing, bringing it to you."

"Wha—" The truck started speeding to Dean, whose eyes widened and he dropped his phone, gripping the steering wheel as he waited.

The truck continued barreling towards the Impala, Jenny's knuckles turning white as she clamped her eyes shut, turning away as she got ready for any sort of impact. She sucked in a sharp breath, holding it.

When the reviving of the truck engine became silent, she slowly opened her eyes, looking around. "Where's it go?" She asked quietly, hearing Sam sigh in relief.

"You guys are where the church was." Sam answered as Jenny let out the breath she had been holding.

"There's not a whole lot left." Dean noticed, looking out and around as Jenny did as well.

"Church ground is hallowed ground, whether the church is still there or not. Evil spirits cross over hallowed ground, sometimes they're destroyed, so I figured, maybe, that would get rid of it."

"Maybe? Maybe!! What if you were wrong?" Dean yelled, Sam huffed.

"Huh. Honestly that thought hadn't occurred to me."

Dean glared at his phone, hanging up. "Well it honestly didn't occur to me." He mimicked, turning to Jenny. She looked at Dean, who grabbed her by the arms and pulled her into a tight hug. She smiled softly, kissing his cheek.

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Sam drove down a long road, Jenny sleeping in the back as Dean looked out the window of the passenger seat. Sam looked at Jenny in the backseat, humming.

"What?" Dean turned to his brother, who shrugged.

"Nothing. Just thinking."

"And you would be thinking about what, exactly?" Dean asked, his brother looking at him for a second before turning back to the road.

"You take Jenny with you everywhere." He pointed out. Dean paused for a moment, turning his head to look at the sleeping woman. A few of his flannels was being used as a pillow for her.

"Yeah. What's your point?"

"I don't know. Guess I just wonder why it took you guys so long to.. y'know." Sam smirked as Dean rolled his eyes.

"Look, you've heard us. We didn't want to risk anything if it didn't work out. And I take her everywhere because— Well, for a while, it was just me and her. It's weird not having her around, y'know?" Sam nodded in understanding, looking at Jenny in the mirror again.

"Yeah... I don't remember life before her anymore. It's like she's been with us this whole time."

"We've known her basically our entire lives, Sammy. Only time she was never with us was when we were on hunting trips with dad."

"Yeah. But then I went of to college and didn't see her for a long time. You spent two— three years straight with her."

"Yep. And I plan on keeping her around." Sam chuckled, nodding.

"Yeah. Me too."

gotta love the love for Jenny