Author's note: These fics are based on real episodes of Supernatural. The characters and plots belong to the creator and writers for the show. If you would like background on the new character you can read the previous episodes.

Roadkill

The research took them down Highway 41. Molly McNamara and Jonah Greeley died there fifteen years ago in a car accident and since then there had been 12 accidents, all occurring on the same night each year. Each surviving witness reported the same thing; a woman ran onto the road, being chased by a man covered in blood and made them crash. They had already followed up on McNamara, she had been cremated. Now they just had to find out why she was still around.

Sam sat in the back seat, he couldn't believe Dean had let her drive. He hardly let him drive and he handed the keys over to Kayla. He was even honoring the 'driver picks the music' code and suffering through some country music she was listening to, Flatts something or other. The gesture impressed him; the Impala was his prized possession but he knew it would make her feel a little better. It seemed to be working too; the tension eased in the car as the night wore on.

That was, until Molly McNamara ran out into the middle of the road screaming at them. Kayla reacted in time and slammed on the breaks, Dean's heart leapt into his throat as he worried about the car. But it stopped. Thank God.

Molly trembled in the road, she looked terrified. "You have to help me!" She yelled at them.

Sam leaned forward. "Guys, I don't think she knows she's dead."

Seemingly less threatened by Kayla, Molly went to the drivers side window and pounded on it. "Please, please help me."

Kayla rolled it down. "Ok, hey, it's ok calm down." Molly stepped back as she opened the door. "What happened?"

She looked relieved when they got out. "I swerved and crashed and I guess I passed out, when I came to the car was wrecked and my husband was missing. I went looking for him but the man from the road started chasing me."

They exchanged looks, Dean cleared his throat. "Did he look like he lost a fight with a lawn mower?"

Sam looked at him. Idiot.

"How did you know that?"

"Lucky guess."

Kayla put a hand on her shoulder. "Look, why don't you let us take you somewhere safe. Ok? This is…"

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

What was she supposed to say? Give it up lady, you're dead? "We can come back and look for your husband. You shouldn't be out here."

"No! I'm not leaving here without him." Her eyes filled with tears. "Will you just take me back to my car, please?"

Kayla glanced to Dean. "Yeah, if that's what you want."

"I'll drive." Dean went around and got into the driver's seat; he'd had enough stress about the car for one night.

Not surprisingly, the car wasn't at the site of the crash. Molly was confused and they were all wondering how to proceed from this point, how to explain. They knew they couldn't stick around and look for a guy that wasn't there; Greeley would be looking for her.

"We could tell her the truth." Sam suggested.

Dean glanced down into the ditch at Molly. "She'll go running in the other direction."

Kayla was walking beside Molly, playing the support role. "Molly I'm sure your husband is fine, he probably went for help."

"No, something must have happened. I need to get to the cops."

"Cops, you know that's a great idea." Dean pointed out. "We'll take you to the station ourselves."

Molly looked at Kayla, she nodded in agreement. "They'll be able to help find him."

She finally nodded. "Ok."