Kayla volunteered to fill in the grave once it was dug; it was the least she could do. Digging a giant hole was hard work. While she was shoveling Molly started asking questions.

"So if you manage to put Greeley to rest to, what happens to him?"

Dean brushed the dirt off his hands. "Lady, that answer is way beyond our pay grade."

"You hunt these things but you don't know what happens to them?"

He shrugged. "They never come back, that's all that matters." He picked up the other shovel and started hurling dirt into the grave.

Sam couldn't leave the question answered like that. "After they let go of whatever is keeping them here, they just go. Hopefully to a better place but we don't know for sure. No one does."

"What happens when you burn their bones?"

"Um," he glanced to Dean then back to her. "Well my dad used to say that was like death for ghosts. But the truth is we still don't know. I guess that's why we all hold on to life so hard. Try to beat death. We're all just scared of the unknown."

Kayla knew Dean thought it was bullshit, but it reminded her of how Sam really was. How he thought about things and she felt some of her apprehension towards him fade. Sam wouldn't hurt a thing that wasn't asking for it, he was just too damn good hearted.

"The only thing I'm scared of is losing David, I have to see him again."

But you're not going to lady, that's the breaks.

Back inside the house, the whole thing was starting to get to Sam. He approached Dean and lowered his voice. "I think we should tell her about her husband."

"We can't."

"It's cruel, letting her pine for him like this."

"It's for her own good." Dean stood from the chair. "Look man I know you feel guilty but let's just stick to the plan. Let's get her out of here then we'll tell her."

"Tell me what?"

Great.

"What aren't you telling me?" She examined their looks, she noticed when Kayla wouldn't look at her. "You know what happened to David don't you?"

"Molly…"

"Sam don't." Dean warned him.

"Don't what? Don't tell me because I'll mess up your hunt? You don't care about me or my husband."

"That's not true." Sam stepped forward. "Molly, we do care. This is just a dangerous situation we're in."

"Hey I hate to break up the Kodak moment, but we…"

Kayla pushed him forward. "Let check the back room huh?"

He went. "What? What'd I do?"

She waited until they were out of earshot. "Show some compassion. She thinks she's lost her husband ok? She doesn't even know."

He grimaced. "You know you seemed pretty slice and dice about this earlier."

"I still am, about Greeley. Greeley still deserves to be sliced and diced."

Suddenly music started playing from the corner. Dean walked over and raised a dusty sheet off of an even dustier jukebox. "Old school. I always wanted a jukebox."

"Yeah." Kayla followed the cord and picked it up off the ground. "Can we get one that plays without being plugged in too?"

"Ah sweetie it wouldn't be right if we didn't."

"Guys." Sam called from the kitchen.

They went back and saw the window on the door frosted over, with the words "She's Mine" clearly written in it. Show time. Before anyone could react, Greeley busted the window and snatched Molly out of it, quickly jerking her out and ran for it. By the time they were even out the door they had lost sight of them.