Supernatural2005

Cassie Robinson:
[bringing in coffee on a tray] My mother's in pretty bad shape. I've been staying with her. I wish she wouldn't go off by herself, she's been so nervous and frightened. She was worried about Dad.

Dean Winchester:
Why?

Cassie Robinson:
He was scared, he was seeing things.

Dean Winchester:
Like what?

Cassie Robinson:
He swore he saw... an awful-looking black truck following him.

Sam Winchester:
A truck. Who was the driver?

Cassie Robinson:
He didn't talk about a driver. Just the truck. He said it would appear and disappear. And in the accident, Dad's truck was dented, like it'd been slammed into by something big. [she hands them coffee]

Sam Winchester:
Thanks. Now, you're sure this dent wasn't there before?

Cassie Robinson:
He sold cars. 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 to the edge, where he went over. One set of tracks. His!

Dean Winchester:
And the first person killed was a friend of your father's?

Cassie Robinson:
Best friend. Clayton Soames. They owned the car dealership together. Same thing. Dent, no tracks. And the cops said exactly what they said about Dad. He lost control of his car.

Dean Winchester:
Now, can you think of any reason why your father and his partner might be targets?

Cassie Robinson:
No.

Sam Winchester:
And you think this vanishing truck ran him off the road?

Cassie Robinson:
[embarrassed] Oh, when you say it aloud like that. Look, I'm a little skeptical about this... ghost stuff, or whatever you guys are into.

Dean Winchester:
Huh. Skeptical. If I remember, I think you said I was nuts.