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Carlee was silent for a moment. Her face was that of confusion and concentration, as well as a bit of fear. There was more, something she'd never told her sister.

"There is something else." Her voice was barely above a whisper, but Dean and Sam heard it. There eyes were focused on her, waiting to hear what she had to say.

"Working at the court you hear things and half the time you don't repeat it as it's marked confidential. Well, not too long after the accident I was filing a couple cases for one of the judges when I heard a couple of the deputy sherriffs talking. Roadside patrol had found a car in the nearby woods. One of them asked who the car belonged to. When they described it, I knew it instantly, I'd seen it enough. The car belonged to my sister's boyfriend. He's two years older than her, old enough to drive. He was on the road that night, I'm sure of it." She told them as she looked down at her hands.

"What's her boyfriend's name?" Sam questioned. She looked up at them with tears in her eyes.

"Eli Connely."

"Where can we find Eli, Carlee?" Sam asked.

"He should be with Cassie tonight. During the day though, when he's not in school, he's working at the local garage."

Once inside, thanks to Dean's extensive pickpocketing skills, they began to search for the mysterious boyfriend, named Eli. When they reached the office they began rumaging through the file cabinets to see the work file on Eli, but once Sam couldn't find it, and neither could Dean, they sat down on the desk and pondered.

"Maybe he gets paid under the table?," Sam reaosned but Dean disagreed.

"Small town, maybe, but all of this stuff is starting to run together - the 'accident' of Carlee and Cassie's parents, the mysterious boyfriend and then the events of the one year anniversary. I know it all ties together, we just gotta figure out how. I really don't want to come back in another year to deal with another zombie."

Sam shrugged his shoulders, trying to concentrate, to come up with a plan, "What if we stake out the highway that they died on? If Carlee and Cassie's parents are still running around after twenty four hours after the anniversary - well then maybe whoever is controlling them, is still waiting at that stretch of road for them to come back."

Dean nodded, "Alright, let's hurry."

Locking the door behind them, and rushing back towards the Impala, they failed to hear the split splat of blood dripping onto the cement floor of the garage from the car, which was still hoistered in the air.

Inside the car, behind the driver's seat, Eli Connely sat deader than a door nail.

"What the hell-?!," Dean yelled as he threw down the phone between them on the front seat. Looking back at Sam he glared at the thought of who - or what - was just on the phone, "Was that just one of the zombies?!"

Before he barely had a chance to finish the sentence, a loud crackling noise disrupted the music form the iPod and both brothers felt the need to cover their ears with their hands to drown out the intermitint noise that grew louder with every second.

Sam opened his eyes slightly, trying to reach for the iPod cord when two headlights shone into the rearview mirror almost blinding him. Preparing for the inevitable, Sam braced himself before reaching for Dean to do the same.

Within seconds, another car smashed into the back of theirs, lunging them forward onto the dashboard.

Sam rolled his eyes and stepped out of the car, slowly fallowing dean around the car to the end where it had been hit. But as they both approached, they realised that nothing was there. Their car was smashed in, by way of the bumper, but there was no longer a car there.

Sam leaned a little against the trunk and folded his arms across his chest, "So what - a zombie car hit us?"

Dean shrugged his shoulders after the realization set in and moved beside his brother, "Dude we need to purify this place and now. Any ideas?"

Thumbling his finger across the page as he read the Latin inscriptions outloud, Sam lokoed over at Dean, silently urging himto join them.

But as Dean took in a sharp breath, and repeated after Sam to catch up with his brother - a strong gust of wind hit them both and blew the journal out of their hands. They quickly looked up and found the same car from just moments before glaring down at them, with its high beams on.

"That car is going to hit us isn't it?," Dean yelled and Sam nodded. But as soon as they scrambled to get out of the way, the haunting engine roared to life and speed its tires in place, gearing up for a full attack. Screaching its tires to the point of where a cloud of smoke rose from behind them.

"Get Dad's journal now!," Sam yeled and pushed Dean down, hoping one of them would reach for it in time.

The car bolted from its spot a few hundred yards away and sped towards them at an eccelerating speed. Keeping their eyes glued to the car as it came ever closer, Sam felt for the journal on the harsh gravel ground beneath them until suddenly - a leathery bound book made him look down.

Gripping the journal in his hands, Sam knelt up on his knees and quickly stumbled over the several pages to find the inscription again. Pulling Dean close to him, they began reading again:

Per Christum Dominum nostrum. Amen.

Ab insidiis diaboli, libera nos, Domine.
Ut Ecclesiam tuam secura tibi facias libertate servire, te rogamus, audi nos.
Ut inimicos sanctæ Ecclesiæ humiliare digneris, te rogamus audi nos.

Et aspergatur locus aqua benedicta

They repeated the last part for emphasis and watched as the car sputtered forward, stopping just a foot before them and taking in a deep breath, they both collapsed back against the Impala. Then the car disintergrated into dust, another harsh wind blowing it towards them until they were covered in it. Looking back at each other they rolled their eyes and laughed. Sam let the journal fall beside him, "I think we deserve a drink."