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SEASON 01, EPISODE 13, PART 01

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Delaney laid across the back seat of the Impala, her head propped on Sam's jacket that she had stolen from him half way through the drive. Dean got a call from an old friend that mentioned her dad had been murdered the night before. Delaney had raised an eyebrow when she found out that Dean had a friend that was a female. She wondered if this friend was actually a different type of friend. "So, by old friend  you mean..." she trailed off.

"Meaning a friend that's not new," Dean replied as if it were obvious. 

Delaney sat up in the back and popped her head into the front seat. "You know that's not what I meant, Dean. You never mentioned this Cassie girl before. You actually dated someone for more than one night?"

Dean gave Delaney a look that told her he was in no mood to talk about this Cassie girl and to stop pushing him. "Am I speaking a language you're not getting here? Aren't you supposed to be smart, college girl?"

"I'm being serious, Dean," Delaney groaned and shook him lightly. "Tell me about her."

Dean sighed and focused his attention back on the road, it was clear this Cassie girl had some sort of hold on him if he didn't want to tell her about this girl. "Dad, Sam and I were working a job in Athens, Ohio. She was finishing up college. We went out for a couple weeks."

"And?" Delaney prodded but Dean merely shrugged. "Look, it's terrible about her dad, but it kind of sounds like a standard car accident to me. How does this fit in with what we do? Which... by the way... how does she know what we do?"

Dean was quiet for a beat too long. Delaney's eyes widened when she realized why he wasn't talking. Dean had told this Cassie chick about what they do, but he didn't tell his own sister about it? How did some girl that has no part of this life know before Delaney? "You told her about the family business before even telling me about it? I'm part of this whole mess and you tell some random girl from Ohio about it that you went out with a couple of times?"

"Dean!" Delaney snapped when Dean didn't answer her, heavily annoyed that some random chick from the street knew about this before she did.

"Yeah, looks like, Della," Dean countered. "Now drop it."

Delaney looked to Sam for help but he shook his head, signaling her to just drop the subject. She huffed and sat back in her seat, arms crossed like she was a four year old who got told they couldn't have a cookie before dinner. Dean was so never living this one down. Ever.

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The three siblings entered the newspaper office where Cassie worked. The bell above the door jingled quietly above them as they entered through the glass doors and spotted Cassie and an older looking male discussing something in the corner. Cassie did not look too pleased about the conversation and just as they approached Cassie, the guy walked away.

Cassie turned around and froze when she saw the three stood behind her. Delaney tilted her head as she scanned the girl over. She had flawless light skin, short, curly dark brown hair and dark brown eyes to match her hair. She was gorgeous and seemed like a sweet girl and that pissed Delaney off even more because it would make it very difficult for her to hate this Cassie chick. 

"Dean."

"Hey, Cassie," Dean greeted hoarsely and the two shared a long awkward glance with each other. He snapped out of his daze when Sam and Delaney cleared their throats from behind Dean. "Oh, um, you remember my brother Sam right?"

Sam flashed her a small smile and wave to which she returned.

Dean glanced at Delaney who looked like she wanted to be anywhere else but where they were. He couldn't blame he, but he also just wished she would drop the whole Cassie-knowing-before-her thing and focus on the case. "And this is my baby sister, Delaney."

Cassie smiled warmly at Delaney who had to force one back at her. "Yeah, Dean's told me a lot about you. Nice to finally meet you."

"I'm sorry about your dad," Dean said before Delaney could respond.

"Yeah... me, too."

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A few hours later when Cassie got off work, Dean, Sam and Delaney had met her at her parents' house. The four sat in the dining room with cups of tea sat in front of them. She had explained to the three of them that she had moved in with her mom for a bit because she did not take the death of her husband well. The way he died just completely freaked her out and she didn't want to be alone. Her mom had been worried about her husband for a few weeks leading up to his death.

"Why was your mom so worried about him?" Sam questioned once Cassie finished explaining the situation to them.

"He was scared," Cassie answered, fiddling with her tea mug. "He was seeing things."

"Like what?" Dean asked.

Cassie bit her lip as she hesitated with her answer, but all three of them gave her a look that told her she had to speak up so they could help. The whole situation still didn't ring a bell in Delaney's head, but they also didn't know the full details yet so no matter how much she wanted to leave, they couldn't. It could wind up being what they hunted.

"He swore he saw an awful-looking black truck following him. He never mentioned anything else, but the truck. He said it would appear and disappear. In the accident, Dad's truck was dented like it had been slammed into by something big."

"You sure this dent wasn't there before?" Delaney inquired, trying to sound as professional as she could and not like she was still petty and upset this girl knew their line of work before she did. She wished she wasn't this upset by it, but she couldn't help it.

Cassie nodded and took a sip from her tea. "Yeah, he sold cars. He always drove a new one. There wasn't a scratch on that thing. It had rained hard that night. There was mud everywhere. There was a distinct set of muddy tracks from Dad's car leading right..." Her voice broke off as the memories from that night visibly hit her. "To the edge where he went over. One set of tracks - his."

"And the first person killed was a friend of your father's?" Dean asked.

"Best friend - Clayton Solmes. They owned a car dealership together. Same thing - dent, no tracks. The cops said exactly what they said about Dad - he lost control of his car."

Delaney had to admit she did feel bad for Cassie. Her father had passed away in such an odd way and out of nowhere, too. She couldn't imagine the pain Cassie felt inside. "Can you think of why your father and his partner might be targets? You think this vanishing truck ran your dad off the road?"

Cassie breathlessly laughed and rolled her eyes. "When you say it aloud like that... Listen, I'm a little skeptical about this ghost stuff or whatever it is you guys are into."

Dean chuckled quietly to himself and pushed his empty tea cup away from him. "Skeptical? If I remember correctly you said I was nuts."

"That was then," Cassie remarked and Dean hummed in response to that.

"I just know that I can't explain what happened up there, so I called you."

The front door opened and Cassie's mom stumbled into the house. She froze when she caught sight of the three siblings sat at the table with Cassie. 

Cassie pushed out of her seat and rushed over to her mom. "Mom. Where have you been?"

"I had no idea you'd invited friends over," Cassie's mom replied, ignoring Cassie's question. She looked a little out of it - as if her mind wasn't here with them but off somewhere in space.

"Mom, this is Dean, a friend of mine from... college, and his siblings, Delaney and Sam," Cassie introduced, motioning to each of the siblings as she said their names.

Cassie's mom nodded, but it didn't seem like she actually had heard any of what Cassie had said. She probably could have told her mom the three were a traveling street circus and she'd have nodded along to it. "Well, I won't interrupt you."

"Mrs. Robinson?" Dean called to the woman before she could walk away. "My siblings and I are sorry for your loss. We'd like to talk to you for a minute, if you don't mind."

Mrs. Robinson shook her head and took a step back. "I'm sorry. I'm not up to that just now," she whispered before she exited the room.

The three siblings exchanged a look with each other, this would take awhile.

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The next morning, Delaney laid on the bed she shared with Sam the night before. Sam was sat on the bed next to her while he typed away at his laptop, researching whatever he could for this hunt. Dean ran out to get them breakfast before they were to go meet Cassie and try to figure more of this out with her. This was the first case they had done where another person was actually aware of what they did so they weren't fully alone on this one. 

Dean rushed through the motel room door - empty handed. He quickly said goodbye to whoever he was on the phone with and started to search through his duffle bag.

"Hey," Delaney whined as she sat up. "Where's our food? I'm hungry."

"No time to eat. Cassie called and said there was another accident on that road. We have to go meet her," Dean rambled. He removed his gun from his duffle and stuffed into the back of his jean's waistband. "Let's go, kiddos."

Delaney moaned and rolled off the bed. How was she supposed to concentrate on this hunt when her stomach continued to grumble at her that it wanted to eat?

The siblings reached the crime scene in record time and they approached Cassie who had been talking to the same guy from the newspaper station. He tried to pass all this off as an accident, but Delaney was quickly realizing this was all too weird to be an accident.

"Did the cops check for denting on Jimmy's car to see if it was pushed?" Dean inquired as the three stopped behind Cassie and the guy from the newspaper station. 

The guy gave the three a once over and turned to Cassie. "Who are they?"

"Dean, Sam and Delaney Winchester, family friends," Cassie replied. "This is Mayor Harold Todd."

"There's one set of tracks - one. Doesn't point to foul play," Mayor Todd shot down the idea that the four tried to implant in his head.

Cassie shook her head and gestured around them. "Mayor, the police and town officials take their cues from you - if you're indifferent about -"

"Indifferent?" Mayor Todd cut off Cassie shortly. 

"Would you close the road if the victim were white?" Cassie continued as if she didn't just get cut off by the Mayor.

"You're suggesting I'm racist, Cassie," Mayor Todd accused and he of course did not look too happy about that accusation. "I'm the last person you should talk to like that."

"Why is that?" Cassie challenged.

"Why don't you ask your mother?" Mayor Todd scoffed before he turned and walked away. Leaving behind four very confused individuals.

Delaney hoped that this didn't just complicate their case even more.

AUTHORS NOTE

well, well, well, dean was a very bad boy now wasn't he?

delaney is not happy some outsider knew about their way of

life before she did - which is understandable of course. she

knows their dad didn't want her to know to keep her safe, but

he also didn't want either of his sons telling anyone about their

way of life to keep the people they bump into safe and sound. if

anyone they loved knew about their day jobs, it would put a huge

target on their backs. petty!delaney will be a sassy one so i'm excited

for it.