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Sam had been focusing on looking for something to eat, and keeping in mind Dean's request for pie. He rolled his eyes as he replayed it in his mind, grabbing a few bags of chips. He grabbed everything he wanted before heading to the small "bakery" area of the store... and quickly walked to the front counter after seeing half of what was offered there, resisting the urge to throw salt at them. As he was paying for everything, he snuck a glance at the newspaper stand and skimmed through some of the headlines. One in particular caught his interest, and he snatched it up quickly and started speed-reading through it. He soon added it to the pile of other items, and had waited until he got to the car to tell Dean about it.

"I found something here, Dean." He could just imagine what his thoughts were at that point, since he was really disappointed about the pie situation. But he started reading aloud anyway, knowing Dean would be interested soon enough.

"Mystery rocks the town of Gatlinburg, TN, as another car mysteriously disappeared from the Hollywood Star Cars Museum. A yellow, 1967 Chevy Camaro that was used in the Transformers movie as 'Bumblebee' was reported missing at 7:36 a.m. by one of the tour guides, and now joins the DeLorean Time Machine, the Trans Am from Smokey and the Bandit, and "Eleanor", the Shelby GT 500 used in Gone in 60 Seconds. Police suspect that someone from inside the museum most likely is helping whoever is taking them, but the owner of the museum has been quoted saying that 'it would be impossible for anyone to steal these cars, since the keys to the vehicles are taken home with [him] every night'.

Louis Black, the sheriff of Gatlinburg, has advised everyone in the town to stay inside their homes from after 8 p.m. until 6 a.m. Officers have also been advised to patrol the streets to enforce the new curfew and to try to find the stolen cars. The car museum will be closed to the public until the perpetrator is found."

"That is just shameful," Dean stated as Sam finished reading. "A mysterious someone is stealing cars like that, he could really hurt someone Sammy. How far is Gatlinburg from here? I think we should check this out."

Sam waited until the end of his tirade before saying, "You just want to get there to see the cars, don't you?"

"What? No. I genuinely care about the safety of these people--"

"And you also love kids, don't you?"

Dean shot Sam a sideways glance. "Whatever... bitch."

"Jerk."

Thank you, Phoenix!


They didn't say anything else to each other the entire drive there, since Dean was preoccupied with the cars that he would see and Sam was trying not to focus on how much faster than normal his brother was speeding. To take his mind off of it, he started thinking of the newspaper article. It could've just been some teenagers looking for a thrill, but then it would most likely get increasingly harder to steal these cars after the first time. It probably was someone from inside the museum, maybe with a friend of theirs...

They had changed into their suits before reaching the town, and had no problem finding the museum. Once word had gotten out about the missing cars, different reporters and tourists were grouped together in front of the entrance, either trying to get a picture or trying to get any stray comments about any of the cars. The brothers made their way up to the police barracade that was set up and showed the officers their F.B.I. badges before being let inside of the building. Once inside, they saw the sherriff, Louis, leaning up against the front counter, paging through a newspaper. He straightened as they entered, and approached them. "How did you get inside? You'll have to wait outside for any official statement like everyone else out there," he said in a stern voice.

"We're not reporters," Dean stated, pulling his badge out of his coat pocket. "I'm Agent Johnson, this is Agent Young," he said, gesturing to his brother. "We're here to investigate the recent disappearances of these vehicles."

Louis looked closer at their badges, then leaned back and said, "Alright." He motioned for the boys to follow and he started heading towards the back security office. "We don't know how anyone is getting inside the museum after hours. There're no signs of forced entry, and the owner of the museum is the last to leave, so it can't be one of the co-workers." He opened the door into the room and stepped inside, leaving the door open for them to enter behind him. Sam was about to enter when he noticed Dean had stopped in front of the Batmobile and was looking appreciatively at it.

"Excuse me a minute," he muttered to Louis, then walked over to Dean. "What are you doing?" he quietly asked him.

"I'm investigating."

"Investigating? Really?"

Dean looked at his brother and said in an excited tone, "Sammy, it's the Batmobile from Batman Begins. The actual Batmobile!"

Sam could see this was getting nowhere, so he said, "Okay, you stay out here and 'investigate', let me know if you find something of importance."

"This is important, Sam," Dean protested as Sam went back towards the security room and stepped inside.

Inside the room were T.V. screens on the far wall, each showing different angles of the museum, along with the front entrance and what looked like the entrance for the cars. There was a table in front of the screens with different controls on them, no doubt to adjust the cameras when needed. Sam looked closer at the screen showing the car entrance and saw that there was another car being backed into the museum. "You guys are bringing in another one? At a time like this?" he asked.

"There really was no way to stop it from coming. We couldn't find any other location to store it for the time being on such short notice."

Sam blinked in surprise. "Short notice? How long ago was the first car taken?"

"Almost four days."

Four cars in that short amount of time? Someone definetely had to have helped. He looked at the screen where the new car was now successfully backed in. "Was there damage done to any of the other cars?"

"Surprisingly, no. The cars are spaced far enough apart that new editions to the museum can easily be driven in without any worry of bumping into the other cars. We also have the advantage of daylight. But, this..." he trailed off.

"Do you have any of the security tapes that we can watch?" Sam asked.

"Yes, I do." Louis nodded at one of the men behind the desk, who pushed a couple of buttons at the desk. One of the views of the museum cut off, and Louis slid a tape into the VCR underneath it. He pushed "play", then stood aside so Sam could watch the screen. "This is the Trans Am tape, and this is around 2:30 in the morning," he stated as it started.

Sam made out the shapes of several cars, including the Batmobile that Dean was looking at. Everything was silent for a few minutes, when a car on the left side of the screen suddenly started up and started backing out of the space it was parked in. Sam's brows furrowed in confusion, and he stepped up to the screen. He rewound the tape to a little before the car started, and played again. He looked closer at the screen, trying to see if he could see anybody near the car, or anything moving near it since half the screen was mostly dark. He couldn't make out any clear shapes. "Do you have copies of these tapes?" he asked Louis, pushing the "stop" button.

"We do, that one's one of them," he answered.

"I'll have to take them with me so study them further, see if we can find anything else." Sam ejected the tape from the VCR and was handed three other tapes. "In the meantime, I'd probably post some of your officers around the back entrance of the building to try to stop the cars as they leave."

"You think we haven't tried that?" Louis said. "I had officers there since this whole thing started, but each time a car was taken..." He trailed off, shaking his head, then said, "This may sound crazy, but every time a car was taken, my men would report that their cars either stalled for awhile before the incident... or drove off by themselves."

Sam joined Dean out in the main room, turning the information he was told over in his head. The cars are driving off by themselves? Someone had to have something to do with this. He found Dean standing in front of another car, "investigating" it closely. "You find anything?" he asked.

"The Barracuda from Miami Vice," Dean answered in awe.

"Okay, I'll take that as a 'no'."

Dean glared up at his brother before saying, "I didn't find anything 'unusual'. And there are basically no other entrances that anyone can easily get into that lead to outside." He jerked his head at the tapes. "Security tapes?"

"Yeah."

"Alright, now all we need is popcorn," Dean joked dryly. He glanced over at the new car as the driver climbed out of it. "What the hell kind of a car is that anyway?"

"That's the VeilSide RX-7; the same car used in The Fast and the Furious: Tokyo Drift," a female voice said from behind Sam. He turned to see a girl wearing one of the employee t-shirts staring at the car with a mix of awe and worry.

"You like cars?" Dean asked her.

"No, I'm just a movie buff," she answered with a half smile.

"Can you answer a few questions please?" Sam asked her, pulling out his badge.

She took a close look at it, then said, "Sure, why not?"

"Did you happen to see anyone suspicious around here during the day?"

She shook her head, no. "Just some tourists. Nobody really stands out in my mind, but then again I do about seven tours a day. Everyone starts looking the same at that point."

"What about on the cars? Did you notice anything weird on them?"

She thought for a second, then said, "No, not really."

"How about one of your employees?" Dean asked. "Anyone get fired lately, or not getting paid enough?"

"No one got fired recently, and I wouldn't know anything about the paychecks of others. I just recently got hired here because I heard it's a great summer job. If I knew something like this would happen..." She looked at their confused faces and continued. "I was the one that reported the Trans Am missing, and the blame for it almost automatically went to me."

They nodded in understanding, and Sam replied, "I'm sorry to continue questioning you like this, but thank you for helping." She nodded and Sam then turned back to Dean. "So... what should we do now?"

Dean braced his arms on the car in front of him and said, "Well, I say we go around town a little, ask some of the regulars if they saw anything, then check into a hotel to do some 'research'."

"Good luck finding one in this town," the girl piped up. The boys looked at her confused, and she said, "We had a lot of tourists as it was, but now with all of this," she gestured to the reporters and bystanders outside. "You'll be lucky to find a spare pillow."

"Wonderful," Dean muttered. Sam looked back at him in question. "I can't be close to these lovely cars," Dean finished.

Dean sat in thought for awhile before saying, "So, Casper's going out for a joyride?"

"If that's the case, then why only use cars from the museum? Why not just use other cars from in town?"

Dean smirked. "Maybe he has good taste."

Sam stared at his brother. Dean looked back at him. "What?" he asked. Sam shook his head and looked out the passenger window. "What?" Dean repeated. "What if this ghost really does have a good taste in cars?"

"If it's even a ghost."

"Sammy, come on. A mysterious something that can't be seen yet is driving a car; it's a ghost."

Sam looked at Dean in confusion. "That doesn't make sense though. Ghosts are normally attached to a specific thing, not a lot of things."

"Normally. So, it probably isn't attached to anything."

"Which brings me back to my original question: Why these cars from this one place in particular? That seems like an attachment to me."

"Then it's probably haunting the whole building."

"Why would it be driving the cars around, then?"

Dean said nothing after that. He hated not knowing what it was when it came to jobs like this; he'd rather just know what it was right away. All the better to kill it faster. But still, he thought over the possibility that it could be a ghost after all. But Sam was right, why these cars? Maybe there was something that connected them together...

The answer came to him as Sam checked them into their hotel room. They had eventually found a vacant one about halfway to the next town, and Dean was still lost in thought when they pulled in. When Sam came back with the key, Dean said, "Stunt drivers."

"Stunt drivers?"

"Yeah, it's the ghost of a stunt driver. And it all fits, too. The Trans Am, the DeLorean, they all had to drive pretty damn fast in their movies. So, maybe this certain stunt driver thought that he wasn't done with his job."

Sam thought about that. "It does make sense. But, I doubt that one person handles all of those cars, so it might be one that was supposed to, but didn't have the chance, or got laid off, or something like that."

Dean nodded. "Alright, we get our stuff in the room, change out of these damn suits, and get something to eat." He already knew that Sam would start doing some research as soon as they got back into the car, and that everything needed was already with them, so it was only a matter of time.

Sam stopped his search of the cars look at his brother as he spoke. "Dean?"

"Where the hell's the Impala?"

Sam blinked at that question. He didn't know if Dean was joking with him, but then again this was Dean. He doesn't joke around when it comes to the car. So, he looked out the front windows and saw... nothing. They didn't park by any cars, and he figured that most people were also locking their cars in their garages. Seeing no cars out there right now could only mean one thing: Jesse showed up.

"Hell no! Sam-- come on!" Dean complained. "Not the Impala... damn!!!" He started walking towards the front door quickly, pulling a rifle out of the bag. "When I find that son-of-a-bitch, I'm gonna kill him!"

Sam stopped Dean from leaving. "Dean, going out there yelling at a ghost and waving around a gun isn't going to help us right now."

"Sammy, this ghost-bastard touched my car. No one does that!"

Sam was going to respond, but some whining noise from his coat pocket stopped him. He pulled out the EMF meter and pointed it in towards the middle of the room. When it whirred more, Dean started heading back. "Alright, Jesse, where are you?" he muttered. Sam walked alongside Dean, searching for the ghost while making sure that Dean wouldn't do anything dumb. He turned on his flashlight to help them see better when the sound of car doors opening made him turn to the left, towards it. Dean turned also, raising the shotgun in the process.

Both guys stared at the car, waiting to see if it might do anything else, but when nothing else happened Dean glanced at Sam. "What the hell is going on?"

"I don't know," he replied. He started edging towards the car, circling around it to keep from being run over should it decided to start going. Dean followed, the end of the shotgun aimed at the interior of the car. After not seeing anyone in the car, Dean lowered it. Sam glanced back at Dean and leaned in the passenger side, resting a knee on the seat. He waved the meter over both seats with no results. Looking back at Dean, he said, "He's not here now."

"So, he just came by to open both car doors?" Dean said, going back to the bag to put the shotgun away.

"I guess so," Sam replied. He checked the backseat area with the EMF, and found nothing. He started to back out of the car when the meter started whirring faintly. Sam glanced at it, seeing that it wasn't pointed at anything. Unless... He then waved it over the dashboard, and just as he suspected, it whirred louder. "Dean, he's in the car."

Dean was headed back towards Sam, bag in hand, when he heard him speak. "He's in the car, or he's in the car?" Dean leaned in and looked at Sam, who was holding the EMF over the dashboard. "Okay, he's in the car. Where's the button to pop up the hood?"

As Sam started looking, using the flashlight, Dean turned and sat in the driver's seat. He set the bag in his lap and angled it so that some light from the streetlights outside would shine in and help him see to get what he needed.

Suddenly, the car roared to life and started forward, closing the doors. Dean and Sam quickly pulled their legs in before they were slammed into the doors, and sat in shock for a few moments. Sam was the first to act by trying to open his door. It locked as his hand grabbed the handle, and the lock wouldn't budge. As Sam moved, Dean started to step on the brake, but that wouldn't budge either. The boys could only watch and ride along as the car drove itself out of the museum.

~~

Sheriff Black was patrolling one of the less common roads in the town, one that was mostly used by the locals, when his car suddenly stopped and turned off. He was jerked forward in his seat by the sudden movement, and suddenly dumbfounded. Since this must have been what his deputy's were experiencing while they were by the museum, and he was nowhere near it, he figured something must've happened by now, or it happened already. But, why stop his car? He glanced around, and realized he was stopped in the middle of an intersection. He tried both doors to his car, but found that they were locked. What the hell is going on here?

The answer to his unasked question came to him about 10 minutes later when he heard a car coming. Looking up ahead, he noticed a black car... coming straight for him. He tried the driver's side door again, now desperate to get out of the car in case of a collision, which now seemed very possible. But the door still wouldn't budge. He watched in horror as the car sped closer, and braced himself for the collision... when the car veered to his left, then suddenly turned right and started drifting. He expected the car to drift past him, but was shocked to see it continuing around the squad car. It "lapped" him several times before finally coming to a stop at the front right corner of the patrol car. He could only watch as the car then sped off as soon as the smoke from the burnt rubber cleared.

He didn't know about his deputy's, but he definetely saw occupants in the car this time.

~~

Back at the hotel, the black VeilSide RX-7, with its two shaken-up occupants, drifted into the parking lot and came to a stop, parked in front of the door to their room, facing the deserted road they had just traveled on. Both doors unlocked then, and they stumbled out of the car. Sam had backed away from the car some, flexing his sore fingers from gripping the door too hard. Dean was doing the same, only in his case, it was from the steering wheel. Both said nothing for a minute, just staring at the car, trying to catch their breath, when Dean broke the silence:

"That... was awesome..."

Sam rolled his eyes at his brother's comment. Only Dean... He then slowly approached the car. "Let's see if we can try this again," he spoke aloud. He knelt inside, and right away found the switch for the hood. He pulled that, and it opened with a loud click. Okay, so far, so good. He then searched for the bag, which must have been knocked into the back sometime during the ride since he didn't see it right away.

Dean watched as his brother knelt inside the car again. He would have followed, but as much as he somewhat liked the first ride, he wasn't up for having a repeat performance. When the hood opened, however, and nothing else happened, he wondered if Jesse had left control of the car to them now. Did he just decide to trade cars? My Impala for a whatever-the-hell-this-is? Why would he do that? When the headlights suddenly turned on, he looked at Sam to see if he turned them on, but saw that he was still searching the back area. Jesse might not be through yet. "Sam, get out of the car now!" he yelled.

Sam had closed his fingers around the handles of the bag when Dean shouted at him to get out. He didn't have to think twice about that order, and quickly backed out of the car, taking the bag with him. As soon as Sam cleared the way, the still open doors slammed shut, and the car sped out of the parking lot and back onto the highway. Both brothers watched it leave, not saying anything to each other after it was gone.

Dean broke the silence by cursing under his breath. They now had no way to get around, especially since they had made plans to travel back into town, which was 5 miles away. "We'll probably have to hitchike everywhere-- again." he muttered to himself.

Sam silently agreed. These next few days would be especially hard on them with no vehicle. He sighed, and turned around to go into the hotel room. Dean shortly followed, still fuming over his stolen car.

~~

The VeilSide turned into a deserted lot and drove to the far end. It parked itself next to the other recently taken car and shut itself off. A mysterious figure watched all of this play out, then stared at the other car thoughtfully. An Impala... a nice addition to my collection, the mystery person thought. A smile twisted the lower half of their face, and was brought away from the window when the idea for the next car to be taken came to mind. The person moved to a desk, slid two pictures that were printed earlier today off of it, and then posted them up on a bulletin board. Then, a swift move back to the computer, a few clicks, and the next "victim" showed up on the screen. Another click sent the image to the printer. Oh, yes... I'm going to have some fun with you...

The picture finally finished printing, and was then placed back on the desk. The person then sat in the chair in front of the desk and started the chant again.

~~

Sam woke up earlier the next day, wanting to get a head start on the security tapes. Since they couldn't exactly go anywhere right away, either, he figured he may as well start now. Dean woke a short time later, in a more sour mood than usual, as could be expected. Sam had already gotten dressed, leaving Dean to take as much time to sulk as he wanted, but making sure that whenever his brother was ready, so was he.

Sam had gone through the Trans Am tape a few times and was halfway through studying the Camaro when Dean asked, "You find anything?"

His answer was to shake his head.

Dean sighed, then walked to the door, speaking to Sam over his shoulder. "Then, we may as well leave now, we might make it to Gatlinburg before..." Dean trailed off as he opened the door. "What. The hell," he said.

Sam looked away from the T.V. screen and mentally braced himself as he looked around his brother out the door. As he saw what was waiting for them, he soon realized that all the bracing in the world wouldn't have helped them any.

"Herbie?"

*LOL*


The iconic silver Volkswagon sat in the parking lot in the morning light, almost mocking Dean. When the driver's side door suddenly opened, that was the last straw for him. He pointed at the car and said one word: "No."

After he said that, the door slammed itself shut, and Herbie started revving very loudly at him. Once finished with that, it turned around and backed into the spot where it was before, seemingly not wanting to look at him.

"Wonderful," Dean muttered. "A car with PMS."

Sam stood and left the room, then walked around to the front of the car. He studied it for a few seconds before asking Dean, "Why is it here? The fact that it's here now changes the pattern, and it's being here of all places doesn't make sense."

Dean shrugged. "Well, how the hell should I know?" He then spoke in a "smart-ass" tone and gestured towards the car. "Why don't we ask him, huh? Why are you here?"

The driver's door opened again. Sam took half a step back, not taking his eyes off the car. When Herbie did nothing else after that, the crazy thought entered his head that Herbie just told him the answer to the question. "You want us to... drive you?"

Herbie revved his engine approvingly.

Dean shook his head. "Sam, we are not going to be driving this thing anywhere!" He started to walk around the other side of the car while continuing. "If we drive into town with one of the cars that was stolen from it, we most likely wouldn't be welcomed there." He then muttered, "Fugly ass thing," under his breath while giving it a sideways look.

The passenger side door then opened and smacked Dean as he passed it, then shut itself. He stumbled a bit, then turned back towards the car. "That's it!" he growled advancing towards it. The door opened again as Dean got in range, the edge of the door catching Dean in the groin. He let out a yelp of pain as the door closed yet again.

Sam covered his mouth with a hand to muffle his laughter at the move that was classic Herbie. He stepped around the front of the car to his brother's side. "You alright?" he asked, unable to stop the huge grin from spreading across his face.

Dean, who was slightly bent over, looked up at his brother. "Oh, yeah, I'm fine," he said, speaking very sarcastically. "It's just that for the first time ever, I have the strange urge to kill a car, and my brother while I'm at it."

Sam rolled his eyes. "Well... maybe you could try being nice to Herbie..."

"You've got to be kidding me."

"Well, if we're going to be driving a car that can apparently think for itself, I wouldn't want to piss it off."

Dean straightened, finally, taking a huge breath. "Okay. Then explain how we can get into Gatlinburg."

Sam stood in thought for a minute. "I think we're going to have to split up today. You could look for the tapes and stuff in Gatlinburg, while I look around in Jesse's town and see what I can find."

Dean nodded in agreement, then said, "You're driving the 'nerd-mobile'." He then stepped up to Herbie cautiously. Keeping a good distance away from the doors, he reached out and grabbed the handle. He pulled the door open, then stood there waiting. Satisfied that nothing else would happen, he then quickly slipped inside and shut the door. By that time, Sam was already in the car and waiting for him, watching his brother's cautious actions with a raised brow. Dean shot Sam a peeved glare as he realized this and said, "Whatever."

The beginning of the drive there was silent, and Dean decided to remedy that with some good music. But, he learned pretty quickly that the radio could also be controlled, after about the fifth time that the radio station was suddenly changed. It didn't help his sour mood any, either, so after the last time that it was changed, he snapped, "That's it. Just let me out of this damn car!"

Herbie was quick to oblige. The brakes were suddenly slammed, throwing both boys forward in their seats. When the car was stopped, Dean's door suddenly opened, and he was ejected from the car.

Perfect, Dean thought to himself. He stood and brushed off his shirt, making the mistake of glancing back in the car as he did so. Sam was stifling his laughter, yet again. "Yeah, haha, how funny," he said.

Sam sobered, then asked, "I guess we're meeting back here, then?" He had noticed the turnoff that would lead him to Jesse's hometown up ahead, and figured it would be a good place to drop off Dean before this happened.

"I would rather walk back to the hotel." At Sam's look, he answered again. "Sure, whatever."

"Alright, later," Sam said. The still-open door then shut, and the car started forward again, leaving Dean alone. He stared after the car for a few moments, then after he was sure that it wouldn't be able to "hear" him, started cursing up a storm at the car as he was walking the rest of the way into town.