Episode: Season 2 Episode 16

Part: 1

Key:

(M/n) = Male Name

(L/n) = Last Name

(D/n) = Demon Name

(N/n) = Nickname

WARNING: Death, swearing, boy x boy, some triggering stuff. This is Supernatural, everything happens in this show/fandom

Enjoy~

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~Woods, Night~

The girl, named Molly, ran through the woods. Away from a cabin. Away from that....Thing. She staggered a road, where a car was approaching.

"Stop!" She yelled, standing in the middle of the road, hands out.

"Holy-!" Dean yelled, stopping the Impala just in front of her.

"You've got to help me." The girl went to the passenger's side and pounded on the window, Sam tolled it down.

"All right, all right. Calm down, calm down. Tell us what happened."

~Road, night~

Dean parked the Impala by the road and all four were standing around it.

"I-I swerved, a-and we crashed. And when I went to, the car was wrecked and my husband was missing. I went looking for him, but that's when the man from the road, he...he started chasing me."

"Did he look like he lost a fight with a lawn mower?" Dean asked.

"How did you know that?"

"Lucky guess."

"Ma'am, what's your name?"

"Molly. Molly McNamara."

Sam exchanged a look with Dean and (M/n). "I think maybe you should come with us. We'll take you back into town."

"I can't. I have to find David. He might have gone back to the car."

"We should get you somewhere first. Then Dean, (M/n), and I will come back. We'll look for your husband."

"No. I'm not leaving here without him. Would you just take me back to my car, please?"

"Of course. Come on." The demon said.

~Little later~

The Impala parked by the woods near the crash site. They all get out, Molly leading them into the woods.

"It's right over here." They come up to the sight, but the car is gone. "I don't understand. I'm sure this is where it was. W-we hit that tree right there. This....this doesn't make any sense." The girl went to investigate, out of earshot of the boys.

"We need to get out of here. Greeley could show up at any second." Sam said.

"What are you gonna tell her?" The demon asked.

"The truth?""

"She's gonna take off running in the other direction."

"I know it sounds crazy, but I crashed into that tree. I don't know who could've taken it. It was totaled. Please. You have to believe me." The girl begged.

"Molly, listen, we do believe you. But that's why we want to get you out of here." Sam said, gently.

"What about David? Something must have happened. I have to get to the cops."

"Cops....that's a great idea. We'll take you down to the station ourselves. So just come with us. It's the best way we can help you and your husband."

"Okay."

~The road~

The drove down the road, Molly in the backseat with (M/n).

"We're supposed to be in lake Tahoe." She said.

"You and David?" The demon asked.

"It's our five-year anniversary."

"A hell of an anniversary." Dean mumbled.

"Right before, we were having the dumbest fight." She sighed. "It was the only time we ever really argued.....when we were stuck in the car."

"Yeah. I know how that goes." Sam laughed. Dean scowled him, only to see the male in the back nodding.

"You know the last thing I said to him? I called him a jerk. Oh, god. What if that's the last thing I said to him?"

"Molly...We're gonna figure out what happened to your husband. I promise." (M/n) smiled.

The radio starts making odd noises, then plays 'House of the Rising Sun'. Dean frowned.

"Did you-?"

"No."

"Nope."

"I was afraid you two would say that."

"This song..."

"What?"

"It was playing when we crashed."

The radio crackles again, and settles on another station. A creepy voice can be heard. "She's mine. She's mine. She's mine."

"What is that?"

Greeley appears in the middle on the road. Dean floored it straight at him.

"Hold on."

"What are you doing?"

He drove straight into the man, who vanished in a puff of smoke.

"What the...What the hell just happened?"

"Don't worry, Molly. Everything's gonna be all right." Sam reassured the girl in the back.

The Impala begins to shudder. "Spoke a little to soon, Sammy." The car coasts to a stop on the side of the road. Dean tries to start it back up, but wouldn't. "I don't think he's gonna let her leave."

All of them exit the car.

"This can't be happening."

"Well...Trust me. It's happening." He opened the trunk and starts pulling out weaponry. Molly comes around and sees the arsenal, and backs up slowly.

"Well...Okay. Thanks for helping, but I think I got it covered from here."

"Wait. Molly, Molly, wait a minute." Sam said, walking to her.

"Just leave me alone."

"No no no. Please. You have to listen to me."

"Just stay away." She turned and started to walk away.

"It wasn't a coincidence that we found you, all right?"

Molly stopped and turned to face him. "What are you talking about?"

"We weren't just cruising for chicks when we ran into you, sister. We were already out here. Hunting." Dean said.

"Hunting for what?"

"Ghosts." The demon said, plainly.

"D....d....don't....Sugarcoat it for her." Sam said.

"Your nuts."

"Really? About as nuts as a vanishing guy with his guts spilling out. You know what you saw."

"We think his name is Jonah Greeley. He was a local farmer that died 15 years ago on this highway." (M/n) explained.

"Just...stop."

"One night a year, on the anniversary of his death, he haunts this road. That's why we're here, Molly. To try and stop him."

"Now, I suppose this....ghost made my car disappear, too."

"Crazier things have happened, huh?"

"You know what? I'm all filled up on crazy. I'm gonna get the cops myself."

"I don't mean to be harsh, but I don't think you're gonna get too far." The demon said.

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"Means that plan A was trying to get you out of here. Obviously that didn't go over too well with Farmer Roadkill."

"Molly, we're telling the truth. Greeley's not gonna let you leave this highway."

"You're s...you're serious about this, aren't you?"

"Deadly."

"Every year, Greeley finds someone to punish for what happened to him. Tonight that person is you."

"Why me? I didn't do anything."

"Doesn't matter. Some spirits only see what they want."

After their conversation, Molly lead them to the cabin that she saw Greeley at.

"This is it. This is where I saw him."

"Must have been his hunting cabin." Dean saw vicious tools hanging, a bloodstained table. "Huh. Seemed like a real sweet guy."

"No markers or headstones outside."

"You're looking for his grave?"

"Yep."

"Why?"

"So we can dig up the corpse and salt and burn it."

"Oh. Sure, naturally."

"It's a way to get rid of a spirit."

"And that'll save David?"

"Well, this is what'll help both of you, provided there's a corpse to be found."

"So how do we find it?"

"Not sure. After Greeley died, his wife claimed the body. And that was the last anyone saw of her. So good guess she brought him back here. But they had a thousand acres. He could be buried anywhere on 'em."

As the four talked, Molly heard a voice. "Molly? Molly, help me. Molly?"

"David? David? David!" She goes in search of the voice. Greeley appears grabs her, she screamed.

(M/n) pointed his shotgun at Greeley, and shoots him in the head. He disappears. "Whoops."

Sam and Dean ran to the two. "Hey! You alright?"

"What has that son of a bitch done with my husband?"

"Just take it easy, all right? You're gonna see David again. You will."

"Hey! Follow the creepy brick road." Dean said, pointing to a brick path. All of them walked it. Coming up to a creepy house.

"Just once I'd like to round the corner and see a nice house." (M/n) said.

Sam and Molly entered the house as the other two went around the house before coming in.

"Any headstones?"

"Yeah, right. Is it ever that easy?"

"I guess not."

"You two check upstairs. See if you can find any notes or records telling us where he's buried. Me and (M/n) will check down here."

Sam and Molly went upstairs, finding a scrapbook. When Dean and (M/n) joined the other two upstairs, they found a corpse behind the wall, Greeley's wife.

Sam picked up a chair as if to take id down. "Dean, give me a hand."

"Really?"

"What are you going to do?"

"We can't leave her like this."

"Why not?"

"She deserves to be put to rest, Dean."

His brother reluctantly agreed. Sam stood on the chair and begins to cut through the rope as Dean steadies the corpse.

"Son of a...." Dean said at the smell, or the horribleness of holding a corpse.

Outside the house, the two brothers buried Mrs. Greeley.