Seven: Detroit Spirit
Oakland County, Michigan
Gant looked out over the vast expanse of shop floor
before him and sighed. Part of him could still hear
the echoes of workers’ voices and the soft whirls
of machinery like phantoms flitting on the wind.
there wasn’t even any room for ghosts here. The
“company” had seen to that. Will could only
be thankful that he didn’t work for the car giant
that had closed this plant. At least he could hold some
solace in the fact he’d played no direct part
in what had happened here.
that did little to quell the uneasy feeling in his gut
– a feeling, he noted, that he only usually got
after eating his wife’s pumpkin pie.
grunted, and even that sound bounced hollowly off the
jobs like this depressed him. It was one thing to put
the wonders of robotic automation into a factory, but
to have to tear it out knowing it was at the cost of
hundreds of jobs, well, that just didn’t sit right.
problem was, the American car industry was a dying trade,
and this Pontiac factory had been one of its casualties.
It wasn’t Will’s fault, and it wasn’t
the fault of Trentham Robotics who he worked for.
was just a sad economic fact that now meant he was disconnecting
the vast robots from the lines, stripping them and removing
them for later refurbishment and eventual resale.
Will, are you gonna stop staring at the emptiness here
and give me a hand?”
looked up to see a short, dark haired man in a similar
white coverall to his own working on one of the giant
machines. Ed was his partner in crime on this job, and
he seemed just a little quirky. Maybe Ethel, his long-suffering
wife, hadn’t fed him breakfast this morning.
their wives ever got together, no man in a hundred mile
radius would be safe, he was sure.
didn’t see the flash of Will’s smile at
the thought of their beloveds and continued poking inside
thing’s huge yellow frame looked like a motorized
arm that was ready to snatch out at any second.
even though he’d worked with the robots for over
ten years, Will still got the creeps just looking at
man really meant to create such behemoths?
yeah, keep you voice down or you’ll wake the natives,”
Will grumbled, striding over a long power conduit channeled
into the floor to join his friend. “I was just
thinkin’,” he explained. “About all
the years this place was here. All the people…all
nodded, stuffing a small spanner between his teeth as
he pulled out a section of wiring. “It’s
all the imports,” he agreed. “Folks just
don’t want to buy American anymore. Gas guzzlers,
that’s what they’re saying.”
huffed and handed his friend a screwdriver, watching
with interest, but apparently no intention to actually
aid in the task. “Gimme my Bonneville to some
souped-up battery on wheels any day…” He
glanced around sharply, distracted by a new sound. “You
shook his head.
coulda sworn I heard somethin’.” Will frowned,
straightening from his position to look around the cold,
noise came again.
rich, metallic sound as if a car panel had been dropped.
This time, Ed looked up too, his eyes widening slightly.
“I thought we were the only two on this job today?”
bobbed his head. “Yeah, and you know that whacky
security guard said we wouldn’t catch him coming
dropped the spanner and slid the screwdriver into his
pocket. Moving away from the robot, he joined Will in
scanning the factory for signs of life. “It’s
the why he wouldn’t come in here that’s
got me worried,” he muttered, voice quivering
just a touch.
rumors are just local talk to get the big guys at Pontiac
to open this place back up. Whole lot o’ stuff
and nonsense,” Will grumbled, but the way his
hands had begun to shake suggested he believed the hearsay
more than he was admitting.
a long row of florescent lights began to sputter and
flash until they died completely.
musta blown,” Will tried to convince himself.
Every tube in the whole row of lights?”
metallic sound came again. It was closer this time,
like the assembly line was kicking into action –
without its workforce.
row of lights cracked and flickered into darkness.
Ed scooped up his tool bag and began picking his way
hastily through the machines towards the door. “I
never signed on for this. I work with machines, not…well,
not THAT! Dang place wants tearing down before
it’s too late…”
talking about, Ed? It’s just an old, dead car
plant. There’s bound to be a few creaks and groans
in a place that’s been around as long as this.”
Will tried to reason with his friend, although his better
judgment told him to run faster than even Ed was attempting.
turned on him unexpectedly, a feral glint in his eye
that said he wasn’t to be messed with. “Can’t
you feel it?” He spat, his lips trembling in unison
with the rest of his body. “There’s something
in here with us. Something alive.”
just rats, maybe a bird got in the roof, or…”
mammoth yellow robot that Ed had been dismantling suddenly
jerked into life, cutting off any more of Will’s
engineers stared at it in open-mouthed astonishment
as the double pincers meant for vehicle assembly spun
around and pointed in their direction. There was no
question about it. The thing was pointing at
them like a human hand.
I’ll be damned. I thought the main control terminal
was shut down when this place closed.” Will scratched
his head and began walking back towards the machine.
“I guess that’s what got us all spooked,”
he chuckled. “Must be power left to some of the
equipment in here…”
didn’t move, but the ruddy color to his cheeks
caused by years of hypertension suddenly drained away
until he was the shade of fresh white linen. “Wait…Will,
I cut the electricity feed to that puppy a coupla minutes
ago! Even if the main terminal was working, there can’t
be any power…”
boot stopped midair and he swallowed – hard. “No
power?” He questioned, even though he’d
heard perfectly well the first time.
nodded. “There’s somethin’ in here…”
just machines,” Will rationalized. “They
need to have power from somewhere.”
as he scrutinized the yellow creature before him, he
wasn’t so sure.
robot hadn’t moved, but two blue diodes on the
huge servos controlling its arm flashed almost threateningly.
Will realized they reminded him of a monster he’d
once seen on the big screen. It’s just a friggin’
machine. What’s it gonna do? Sprout legs and chase
y’all outta here?
robot seemed to sense his challenge, and with a jerk,
the arm shot forward, its pincers pausing only when
they were a millimeter from his right eyeball.
didn’t move. He didn’t blink.
him, he could hear the distinct footfalls of his colleague
making a dash for the exit. Stupid S.O.B. Doesn’t
he know he’s heading straight into the paintshop?
Ten more of these suckers just waitin’ in line
robot’s servos whined and groaned, as if they
were receiving contradicting signals. Then, abruptly,
the yellow arm of death simply froze as if it had lost
blue L.E.D.s faded and grew dark, the monster safely
asleep in its cave for another night.
sucked down a breath, his beer gut rising and falling
sharply as panic and relief overwhelmed him at the same
time. He closed his eyes, opened them again, and when
the factory remained silent, headed back to find Ed.
hiding behind some damn cabinet back there or…”
stopped as he reached the double doors that led into
the paintshop. When the plant was operational, cars
would have been rolled through them whilst still on
the line, ready to be sprayed a variety of colors.
though, only one color was evident in the massive booth,
and that was the bright scarlet of fresh blood.
doubled over, gagging as his eyes followed the garish
splatters to their origins.
may well have come here to hide or escape, but he would
never leave again – at least not in one piece.
of the huge robots now had Ed’s skull crushed
between its metallic fingers.
wasn’t sure, but it looked like his buddy’s
head had been squished into the shape of an egg, his
eyeballs popping from their sockets with the immense
coughed, trying to retch up the bile that was burning
in his throat, but for some reason, he still felt compelled
to look upon the grisly sight. Perhaps it was to convince
himself it was real.
head had cracked open so badly that both congealing
blood and brain matter were pushing through the splits
in his cranium and seeping onto the floor.
robot didn’t seem to understand what it had done.
With a whir of motors and hydraulics, the machine released
its grip on Ed and simply returned to its starting position
on the defunct line.
was like it had been overcome by a glitch in its programming
and had now been rebooted.
ran the back of his hand across his mouth and swallowed
down the rest of the bile trying to escape his body.
He couldn’t stay here. The natives were revolting
and he was the enemy.
up from his kneeling position, he glanced around warily.
Without the lights, the plant was dark, but not pitch
black. The ceiling tiles allowed enough natural light
in at this time of day for him to be able to navigate
his way out without passing any more of the automated
least, he hoped.
leg muscles felt like they’d turned to Jell-O,
but he forced them to move, to run as fast as his chubby
frame would carry him to the nearest fire exit.
gonna die here, not gonna…
remembered how bad his wife’s pie was again, and
prayed that he lived to taste it just one more time.
Hell, he’d even tell her it was good, if he could
just make it home.
hand fell on the “push bar” that opened
the fire door and he shoved so hard he thought the metal
would sheer off in his hands. But it refused to move.
the plant PA system, Will heard the twangy tones of
a rock song begin to play. Was there someone else in
here all along? Was it man, not machine, behind Ed’s
got a brand new car
And I like to drive real hard
I got a brand new car
And I'm feeling good so far
the sick sonofabitch, Will’s mind screamed
at him to go back up into the offices and kick the bastard’s
ass that had dared to do all this. But then, common
sense took over.
there really was someone else here, he was a murderer,
and he wasn’t going to want to leave behind a
shoved on the emergency exit again, putting all the
weight behind his shoulder as he bounced on it. This
time, the bar gave, and he was unexpectedly catapulted
outside by his own momentum.
rolled over in the overgrown grass that had begun to
encroach on the factory, staring back into the paintshop.
all ten of the massive yellow robots had moved, their
pincers and spray heads pointing towards his escape
route as if they were angry he had evaded them.
scrambled to his feet and for a second thought of flipping
the machines the bird. Then he realized how foolish
and pointless it would be.
were just automatons, weren’t they?
somewhere inside, The Rolling Stones Brand New Car
grew louder and louder until it reached crescendo
the extinguished lighting modules rapidly flicked back
on, and as Will watched in open-mouthed wonder, the
plant somehow came alive as if a ghostly workforce had
clocked on for a shift of the dead.
Bobby Singer’s Salvage Yard
Dean sat squarely on the hood of the Impala, taking
a slug from the beer Bobby had handed him whilst attentively
listening to the older hunter’s story.
had called the previous day to offer them a rather unusual
job – a job that Dean sorely wanted to take even
before he knew any of the details. It wasn’t that
he didn’t like Christmas, or in this case the
aftermath of the yuletide season, but he needed to rid
himself of the festive cheer that seemed to have settled
over him since the gig at Westland’s toy store.
was a hunter, after all, not some extra in a Disney
course, Dean knew Sam felt the exact opposite. The “possessed”
toys and happy ending tale had left the gangly Winchester
all warm and fuzzy inside. The stupid lopsided grin
and all-dimples cheeks told that story well enough.
than Dean didn’t have feelings. He just didn’t
want those feelings clouding his judgment when they
had a missing father to find.
if Sam ever looked a little too closely in the Chevy’s
glove box, he might just find a certain wooden train
that would make his big brother feel very uncomfortable,
but that didn’t mean they could go soft, either.
Bobby was explaining through the last gulps of his own
Budweiser. “Old buddy of mine who just happens
to be an exec over at GM has a very interesting problem.
After listening to his story, I reckon you boys might
want to check it out.” He cocked his now empty
bottle towards Dean. “This one should be right
up your alley…”
yeah? His car plant infested with multiple hot babes
with very little in the line of clothing?” Dean
even close,” Bobby’s beard twitched, emphasizing
the fact that the dilemma was much more serious than
it initially sounded. “Seems like ever since the
global economic slump, car builders have been shedding
jobs. GM decided to discontinue the Pontiac line and
have begun closing plants. That’s when my friend
Mike’s problems started.”
called us in about job losses at a car plant?”
Sam‘s brow quirked up. “How can that be
our kinda gig?”
you two knuckleheads will just listen, I’m getting
to that part,” Bobby groused back, tossing his
empty bottle into a rusting Lincoln that had once been
a lovely shade of satanic red. “When the Oakland
County plant closed recently, several workers were hurt
trying to remove machinery. Said it was like the equipment
had a life of its own.”
factory?” Sam squinted in surprise. “You’re
not buying that, Bobby?”
pulled off his greasy baseball cap and scratched at
his scalp absently. “Oh, it gets even better.
Since the closure, locals have seen the place light
up at night and they can hear the robots and lines runnin’
even though there’s no workers. And the dang power’s
been cut off for weeks.”
scowled. He wasn’t exactly a lover of technology
at the best of times – well, unless it involved
the invention of “magic fingers,” but this
was giving him the creeps. “Machines? Working
with no power? Man, that’s seriously freaky. I’m
starting to get that Will Smith ‘I hate robots’
kinda vibe before I even see this joint.”
how’d your friend know to call us?” Sam
grabbed another beer from the case on the ground and
cracked it open on the Lincoln’s hood.
me and him go ways back. He knows I kinda deal in cars
and ‘other’ problems. Guess he thought I
was the perfect man for the job. Seems like GM can’t
afford any more bad press on this thing with their current
financial difficulties and all. “
they should just open the plant back up,” Dean
suggested, tipping a brow. “I mean, killing the
Pontiac line is tantamount to sacrilege in my book.
I mean, c’mon, they’re ganking a piece of
history and they expect it to go down without a fight?”
chuckled. “Now that’s why I thought
you’d be perfect for this hunt. You gotta have
a vested interest in keeping classic names alive when
you drive a crate like yours.” He nodded playfully
to the Chevy and Dean’s scowl lengthened.
quiet! She’ll hear you!” Dean patted
the Impala’s hood affectionately. “S’okay,
he doesn’t mean it, baby…”
eyes narrowed mischievously. “Wanna bet?”
He flipped his soiled cap back on. “So you boys
in? Or do I gotta go figure this one out on my lonesome?”
opened his mouth to offer the brothers’ assistance,
but Sam caught him off guard by cutting in, a deep frown
forming on the younger sibling’s face.
don’t know, Bobby. I mean, I know we need to hunt,
keep busy even, but there’s only a couple of months
left now and…”
months until you get your chance to pull John out…”
Bobby put a concerned hand on Sam’s shoulder.
“I know you got your daddy to be thinkin’
about, but until that church opens again, there ain’t
squat you can do but wait – or hunt.”
we still don’t even know how to get Dad
out. It’s not like we can just walk in and grab
him. We don’t even know which plane of existence,
which universe he’s trapped in.”
Sam’s shoulders hunched over and his expression
darkened. “The closer it gets, the more I’ve
gotten to thinking about what he’s had to go through.
How many versions of us has he had to see die? What
if…what if he’s in…”
and Bobby watched as Sam squinted back moisture from
his eyes. And both knew the unspoken word he couldn’t
bring himself to mouth.
if he’s in Hell?” Bobby finished for him.
“Well then we just gotta drag his ass outta there.
Lucifer ain’t gonna like it none, that’s
a fact, but since when did we give a rat’s ass
about his opinion?”
besides,” Dean chimed in. “We don’t
even know if any of that crap Ash spouted was true.
Hell might not be a part of the whole Stull thing, and
if it is, Dad might not be there.”
bit the bottom of his lip as he spoke, knowing that
Sam would read through him in a heartbeat. Because deep
down, Dean had been wondering the same thing for months.
did time pass on the “other” side? How many
bad things had John been subjected to since his imprisonment
in the bowels of Stull? If Hell was really there, then
did Luciano Ferinacci still preside over it while he
And if he did, what would he do if he got the chance
to have John Winchester as a prisoner there?
trapping John in Hell, or maybe all the Winchesters,
Lucifer’s goal all along?
turned his back to his brother and their best friend
as he hopped down from the Impala’s hood.
he finally realized why the festive season had annoyed
him so much.
they’d had to live it without knowing the truth
about their father.
had been one thing for John to be on hunts every Christmas
during their childhood, but at least they had known
he was somewhere. Now, now they didn’t
really know if he was alive, or some demon’s bitch
The tone of Sam’s voice was asking his big brother’s
can I say that could possibly make any of this right
when I don’t know myself?
turned back, ramming his hands in his leather jacket’s
pockets as he focused on Bobby. There was an understanding
between them in just that look without words having
to be expressed, but Dean asked the question out loud
heard anything on the grapevine about our pal Ferinacci
while Dad’s been gone?”
shook his head and let out a low sigh. “Nope,
not diddly squat in months. At least nothing other than
his usual low-life skank dealings with the underworld.
If he’s got your daddy, he sure as hell ain’t
rubbed a hand over the stubble on his chin in thought.
If Lucifer had John, he’d have taunted them with
the knowledge by now. Chances were, John was just bouncing
around from one reality to another – just like
he and Sam had.
that was the case, there was very little they could
do yet, except to follow his favorite idiom, kill as
many evil sons of bitches as they could find. Maybe
Bobby’s hunt fit into that category.
even if it didn’t, it involved his second favorite
subject – cars.
glanced across to Sam’s waiting gaze and nodded.
“We should do this one, Sammy. If for no other
reason than maybe we’re the only ones who can.”
exhaled and set his beer bottle down still half-full.
He didn’t try to argue, but it was obvious the
way his shoulders sagged that he had hoped their next
hunt would take them back to Lawrence. “I’ll
go boot up the laptop,” he offered quietly. “I’m
guessing there’s a bunch of stuff on Pontiac and
Oakland we can use on this gig…”
watched as his brother headed up to the main house looking
deflated and worn down, and he had to wonder if he’d
made the right choice.
seemed like they were always chasing something or someone,
but they rarely had time for one another, for family
come around,” Bobby reassured.
I know. The thing is, I’m not even sure which
one of us was right.” Dean shook his head uncertainly.
“You know when Dad got left behind, for weeks
I was the one who couldn’t focus on anything else?
I was obsessed with getting Dad out until nothing else
mattered. Hell, life didn’t matter. Sammy
talked me into hunting again and now…”
goes around comes around.” Bobby nodded. “It’s
only natural you boys feel the way you do. And when
the time comes, you know if there’s anything I
can do to help you haul John outta Stull…”
small smile of appreciation crept across Dean’s
lips. “I know you will, Bobby, but until then,
what say we go ventilate a few robots’ asses?”
smiled back mysteriously and opened up the red Lincoln’s
trunk. Inside was a long wooden crate with no markings.
He patted it like a pet. “Don’t worry,”
he winked. “I already got my packing done…”
frowned back, wanting more than anything to pry open
the crate and find out what his old friend was up to.
had other ideas, however, and hoisted the box carefully
over his shoulder. Looking over three vehicles he’d
hodgepodged together from wrecks, he chose a pale blue
Bonneville station wagon from the sixties and dropped
his load inside. The car’s springs groaned as
he slammed the tailgate shut and jerked a thumb up towards
what are ya waiting for?” Bobby griped. “C’mon,
let’s go see what Sam’s found on that fancy
computer of yours.”
smirked lewdly. “What? You mean other than my
naked Lindsay Lohan collection?”
tapped absently at the laptop, his eyes not really focusing
on the pages anymore as they scrolled rapidly across
the screen. The truth was, he didn’t even know
what he was researching – except that it definitely
wasn’t car factories, or even haunted
he’d left Dean and Bobby out in the yard, all
he’d been checking on was Ferinacci, New Jersey,
and possible demonic signs related to either or both.
far, he’d come up empty on all counts until he
felt like a smoke screen had been deliberately set up
for him to run into.
course, in all likelihood, Ferinacci might just as easily
be laying low after his little coup in Stull. Building
his newfound army, training them, working out strategies
for his big offensive.
Lucifer probably had no clue John Winchester was bouncing
around where normally only the legions of the dead played.
that didn’t stop Sam looking, and then looking
him, Sam heard the door slam and footsteps approach
the dining table. He quickly hit a key, closing several
windows to just leave an article about Detroit and Pontiac
Dean, or for that matter, Bobby, saw what he’d
really been checking on, he’d get his ass chewed
out royally. Maybe they were right. It was still too
soon to be planning The Great Escape for their
dad. But just like in the movie, if Sam had to dig the
longest freakin’ tunnel in Kansas with his bare
hands to make it work, then he would.
smiled at the thought, remembering scenes from his big
brother’s favorite war flick. Yeah right,
Dean down a claustrophobic hole in the ground where
rats like to play. He’d so be a girlie screamer…
what’s got you smiling so much all of a sudden,
Sasquatch?” Dean pulled up a chair and dropped
down to the left of his brother while Bobby merely peered
over at the laptop.
Sam shrugged innocently. ”I mean, I can’t
find anything on Oakland County or Pontiac that might
be causing the problems Bobby mentioned.”
moved the laptop around so everyone got a view of the
page. “Says here the Pontiac name was originally
used back in 1900 by the Pontiac Spring and Wagon Works.
The name was taken from Chief Pontiac, an American Indian
chief who led an unsuccessful uprising against the British
after the French and Indian war…”
squirmed on his chair like he’d sat on a mound
of fire ants. “Indians,” he muttered
with a shudder. “Man, don’t tell me we gotta
deal with more native mojo like in Oasis Plains and
La Jolla? I had enough of that crap with old Moonie
and her Triffid ivy.”
read further down the article and shook his head. “I
don’t see anything that connects the haunting
to where Pontiac got its name from.” He pulled
up a chair of his own and rubbed at the bottom of his
beard in thought. “Truth is, I reckon we might
be dealing with something weird here, boys. Somethin’
like we’ve never seen before.”
mean like a bunch of wuss ass dicks in suits being afraid
of their own car plant?” Dean shook his head,
obviously still not happy about the loss of an American
whatever it is, nothing is jumping off this page to
give it a motive other than this thing is pissed the
plant got closed.” Sam tapped some more on the
touchpad and the second page of the article appeared.
“The Oakland Motor Company and Pontiac Spring
and Wagon merged in November 1908 under the name of
the Oakland Motor Company. The operations of both were
joined together in Pontiac, Michigan. GM bought Oakland
in 1908, and began using the Pontiac name as a brand
is all very interesting, but tells us squat about what
might be going on, Samantha. You telling me it took
you half an hour to find that? Dude, your geekometer
hit a new low!”
happens if we check for accidental deaths at the plant?”
Bobby offered. “If someone died there and holds
a grudge, their spirit might be tied to the place.”
pulled a slightly guilty expression, suggesting he should
have thought of looking for the possibility already,
and began typing in a new search criteria. “Okay,
so we got a few accidents, one serious, but no actual
deaths until Ed Berezovsky, and he was the guy with
the robot company dismantling the place.”
telling me no one died there until it got haunted?
Dude, that doesn’t make any sense. We gotta have
a victim before we can have a vengeful spook creeping
around the joint.”
shrugged. “I’m telling you, man, there’s
nothing on file.”
pushed up from the table and slid out his favorite silver
flask. Taking a swig of his homemade moonshine he sighed
as if he’d expected these results all along. “Well
fellas, looks like we got ourselves a trip to Michigan.”
as long as it’s not the one way ticket kind,”
Dean grunted and then accepted the flask as it was passed
his way. He took a quick slug and inhaled sharply as
the noxious liquid burned his throat. “By the
way, Bobby,” he croaked out. “Nice to see
you’ve gotten this place right back the way it
scowled. “Say what?”
gestured around the room, pointing at the huge piles
of books, scrolls, ancient texts and other strange objects
that filled every spare segment of space not occupied
by regular household items. “The new house Sam
and me built you? Man, it’s just as big a junkyard
as the one that got fried.”
scowl transformed into a smile and he slapped Dean squarely
between the shoulders. “I tried,” he chuckled.
“Oh, and speakin’ of “new” things?
I have someone I’d like you two bozos to meet…”
older hunter wiggled his eyebrows jokingly and moved
to the nearest closed door. Grabbing the handle, he
tugged until the sticking jamb gave way.
the door swung open, all Sam saw was a moving black
blur that seemed to lurch forwards in attack mode. It
was all he could do to stop pulling his Glock and letting
off a couple of rounds at the “thing.”
he restrained himself long enough for his attacker to
wrap both front paws around his neck and land a drooling
tongue straight in his face.
got another dog!” He managed to blurt out happily
in between the slobbering animal’s affectionate
not a dog,” Dean observed. “It’s a
friggin’ buffalo in disguise. Jeez, the thing’s
and smart,” Bobby corrected. “Max
has a nose for our black-eyed friends better than any
hound I’ve ever owned.”
Dean leaned low to inspect the Malamute and pulled a
face. “Bobby, I hate to be the one to break this
to you, but ‘Max’ hasn’t exactly got
any family jewels back there…”
stopped petting the creature and took a peek to confirm
his brother’s suspicions. “You bought a
girl dog and named it Max?” And one that looks
too much like a certain tupilaq for comfort, he
considered, recalling bad times in Canada.
straight,” Bobby admitted. “I needed some
intelligent company around here – not something
I exactly get from you two,” He teased. “And
I figured a little help in the demon hunting department
would be a bonus.”
dog whirled to look at Dean as if it had assessed Sam
and now it was his turn. Blue eyes stared for the longest
moment and then Max padded over to take up position
at Dean’s feet.
stretched forward and stroked the animal, careful to
let it get his scent.
head cocked to one side and suddenly a huge paw slapped
itself into Dean’s unsuspecting palm.
grinned like a six-year-old that had just been given
a puppy for Christmas. “See,” he beamed.
“Even dogs know I’m adorable…”
tried unsuccessfully to stifle a chuckle. “Either
that, or Max is eyeing you up for supper…”
Disused Car Plant
Oakland County, Michigan
followed Sam and Dean over the top of the wire fence
and grunted as he hit the ground the other side a little
too hard. Clambering over a perimeter railing might
all be in a day’s work for the brothers, but Bobby
wasn’t sure his old bones liked it one bit. For
his age, he was still fitter than most, but the odd
ache and pain still plagued him when he tried to act
okay, Bobby?” Dean had rolled over and taken position
by a wall, using the shadows it threw for cover. Sam’s
gangly frame was already heading in the same direction.
on your definition of okay,” Bobby grumbled,
bringing up the rear with his Remington in hand. “Next
time I remember to bring a pair of dang wire cutters…”
and Sam smiled at one another knowingly and drew a scowl
from Bobby in response.
knew the Winchesters liked nothing more to tease him,
but dammit, one day they’d be his age too –
at least, they would if they kept their heads down,
their wits intact, and were luckier than most hunters
tended to be.
pushed away the thought. Dean and Sam were downhearted
enough about their daddy being MIA, they didn’t
need him turning glum on them as well.
hunkered down next to Sam, keeping the shotgun in front
of him like a steadying rod of steel. Just a few feet
away from their position lay the plant.
three stared at the place, illuminated in the darkness,
not by the night sky, but by an array of lights that
shouldn’t, couldn’t be working.
factory was somehow lit up like it was still hooked
in to the county grid, and worse still, the heavy noises
coming from within confirmed the stories Bobby’s
buddy had conveyed.
I’ll be…” Dean winced. “The
lights are on, but nobody’s home.”
well there’s somethin’ in there.”
Bobby carefully stood from the shadows and jogged over
to one of the few windows on the lower story.
before his eyes met with the view of the inside, he
could hear the mechanical clank of robots performing
the same motion over and over.
a spirit control a machine that way?
look at those puppies work.” Dean had joined the
elder hunter and was so close to the grimy glass his
nose could have been stuck to the pane. Watching the
bizarre robot ballet appeared to be the most transfixing
thing he’d ever seen.
on the other hand, didn’t need to get close to
get a good view. His height simply let him peer over
the top of his brother and best friend’s shoulders.
“They’re actually still building cars!”
He exclaimed in surprise.
wasn’t so sympathetic to the robots, or whatever
was making them dance. “Are you two done? You’re
acting like this is a beautiful thing. Don’t forget
those metal monsters have no power. Dang it, they shouldn’t
be alive anymore than a car without gas.”
dude, they’re making Pontiacs in there.”
Dean spoke as if he almost revered whatever was at work
inside the plant. “I mean, c’mon, this is
definitely my kinda spook here.”
well, don’t get too attached to whatever the crazy-assed
thing is, because we gotta go in there and end it.”
Bobby wiped a bead of sweat from his brow with the arm
of his plaid shirt and pumped the shotgun ready for
pulled out a sawed-off from under his jacket and did
much the same. “GM tried ganking Pontiac, and
now we’re gonna finish the game for them,”
he groused, his face puckering in distaste. “Man,
did I ever mention, sometimes this job sucks?”
mostly, actually,” Sam teased, checking his own
weapon. “But we do it anyway because we get such
a great retirement plan…”
Bobby nodded. “Let’s go find out who or
what we’re fighting here, boys.”
moved to take on an assault position, but never made
it past the window.
was behind them, casting a silhouette on the factory
walls that made it seem twice its actual size. It had
appeared from nowhere and was just sitting, watching,
giant unknown vehicle that was revving so hard it seemed
a demon that loved velocity was gunning the gas.
swallowed until his Adam’s apple bounced uncontrollably.
Part of him wanted to turn, to see what the car was,
but the other part wanted to begin a silent prayer that
this thing was no Pontiac.
as GM big block, I’d own the sound anywhere,”
Dean offered his classic knowledge helpfully, and when
both Bobby and Sam scowled he just shrugged back.
are we going to stand here like jerks, or are we going
to turn around and see who just made an ass out of us?”
Sam asked, his finger itching to hover over his shotgun’s
three then,” Dean agreed as Bobby nodded, and
all three men whirled around, poised to shoot.
car continued to rev, its hood shaking with the raw
power beneath it. The glare from the headlights blinding
all those in its path.
this distance, it should have been easy to make out
the color, the model, and maybe even the driver.
all that seemed to matter was the large, unmistakable
Pontiac emblem that appeared to pulse with every throb
of the car’s engine.
the hunters had come here to find trouble. But blinking
away the ferocious light blinding him, Bobby was certain
that trouble had found them instead.
death would surely follow.
the episode here