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Dean leaned in closer to Sam and whispered, "Oh, we are definitely checking this out."

DEAN AND I CIRCLED THE CAR, studying it as we were extremely careful not to touch it. I assumed that he was just as familiar with the curse as I was. The windshield was blood-stained. By the looks of it, his death was instantaneous, probably much quicker than Dean's death, who took minutes to die, despite him being unconscious in the aftermath of the crash. Although, by the looks of the video, his death was slightly different from the actor's, despite the absurd similarities. Dean suffered multiple fatal injuries in the crash but died from a broken neck, severe head trauma, multiple fractures in his jaw, two broken arms, and massive internal bleeding due to the impact of an eighty-miles-an-hour crash. As for the victim, Cal, he appeared to have died from a speeding collision as well; however, he ultimately died due to the glass that severed his face.

"So, what, this is, like, Christine?" Sam asked as he studied the car as well. The hunter thought of the similar story, Christine, the Stephen King novel, and John Carpenter's horror film about the cursed car. As much as I enjoyed the book and the film, it was nothing compared to the curse of James Dean's car, which Dean and I believed was real and had a healthy interest in as hunters.

"Christine is fiction. This—this is real." Dean exclaimed in awe.

"Okay, enlighten me," Sam said, wanting to know the history of the car. He looked up from the car to hear it from Dean or me.

"Well, after James Dean died, his mechanic bought the wreckage, and he fixed it up. And it repaid him by falling on him." Dean began to explain as he walked around the car, growing closer to Sam, who was interested in learning about the curse he had not heard of prior to the case. Lily stood beside him; I knew she knew about the curse because I had mentioned it several times due to my obsession with him in my early teens; however, she was not as familiar with it as I was.

"Fortunately, he only broke his leg, but he then sold the engine and the drivetrain to Troy McHenry and William Eschrid. They were racing against one another in their cars with the pieces from 'Little Bastard,' when McHenry lost control of the car and crashed into a tree, killing him instantly. As for Eschrid, he was seriously injured when his car rolled over as he was making a turn." I continued, looking at Sam and Lily to explain that there was an extensive history of death following this car for years. I knew it was an important part of the case, and I was suddenly glad of my slight obsession with Dean over the years.

"Barris, Dean's mechanic, still had the two tires from the Porsche and sold them. The tires caused the new owner's car to run off the road. He still kept the car, despite knowing what it was capable of doing. It did, eventually, catch the intention of two robbers. One tried to take the steering wheel, and his arm was sliced open. The other one was injured attempting to steal the blood-stained tartan seat. There's far more, but I mean, death follows this car around like exhaust. Nobody touches it and comes away in one piece. Then, in 1970, it vanished off the back of a truck. Nobody's ever seen it since." I finished explaining, exercising my knowledge of the car, seemingly at least as interested in the case as Dean was.

"I'm telling you, man, if this—if this car is Little Bastard, I will bet you dollars to donuts it's what killed the guy," Dean said, although I agreed with him. The two of us were more than knowledgeable of what the car was capable of, and it wouldn't be a surprise if we found out the curse on this car was real; in fact, we were both betting on it.