Posting this early because I have an exam in 13 and a half hours, so I'm not sure if I'll be functioning enough to post at a later date. Next two weeks are gonna be full on, so hang in there guys :):)

DPOV

Liz and I followed Molly as she stepped into an old shack. "This is it. This is where I saw him."

Moving around Molly, I took lead as I started to look around the one room. "Must've been his hunting cabin." there were knives on the walls, and a bench where he would have skinned and gutted the animals he killed. "Seemed like a real sweet guy." I noted sarcastically.

Sam walked in then. "No markers and headstones outside."

"You're looking for Greely's grave?" Molly asked.

"Yeah." Sam answered as he started searching the room for anything that could help us.

"Why?"

Liz turned to Molly. "We need to dig up his corpse, salt it, and then burn it. It's a way to get rid of a spirit."

"And that'll save David?"

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

"So how do we find it?"

"I'm not sure. After Greely died, his wife claimed the body. That's the last anyone saw of her. Good guess she brought him back here, but they had a thousand acres. He could be buried anywhere on them." Sam explained.

"So this is really what you guys do." Molly looked to the three of us. "You're like Ghostbusters."

"Yeah, minus the jumpsuits. Look lady, this is a fascinating conversation and all. But this highway's only haunted once a year. And we got till sunup to wrap this thing up. So what do you say we move it along, okay?" I gave her a quick smile. "Great." nodding, I walked out the door, Liz right behind me.

"You don't have to be an ass." she muttered so only I could hear her.

"The last thing I want is to be stuck with a ghost that doesn't know it's a ghost." I told her, keeping my voice just as low.

"She's confused and scared, Dean."

"Doesn't mean I like her any less than the rest of them."

We fell silent as Sam and Molly stepped out of the cabin and started to follow us. We were looking for a path or something that could lead us to Greely's house. If there was nothing here that would tell us where he was buried, then there had to be something at the house.

I turned to look at Sam. "You take Molly that way. Liz and I will go this way." I gestured behind my shoulder. He gave me a simple nod and with that I turned back around and walked off with Liz right behind me still.

EPOV

Dean and I had been walking for a little bit when we heard a scream.

I spun around in the direction it came from, knowing who it was. "Molly." not waiting for Dean, I broke out into a run, needing to get to her as quickly as possible.

When we found Molly she was struggling against Greely as he held her to him, in a choke hold. She was screaming, scared out of her wits and nowhere near strong enough to fight him off. He was angry, wanting to get revenge like he always did on this night every year since he died.

Noticing that they were no longer alone, Greely dropped Molly and went to turn to us.

Before the spirit could do anything, Dean stepped up to Greely and aimed his gun at the old man's face. "Whoops." with that, he pulled the trigger, sending rock salt into the ghost, causing it to vanish.

I got to the ground where Molly was looking up at where Greely he been standing. "You okay?" I asked her.

She grabbed my hand, letting me pull her up. "What the hell just happened?"

"We just saved you. Again." Dean told her. "You're welcome."

Sam came running towards us. "Hey, you all right?"

"What has that son of a bitch done with my husband?" Molly was pissed now.

"Take it easy, all right?" Sam old her. "You're gonna see David again. You will."

"Hey." Dean called to us, shining his light in the direction of what looked like a path. "Follow the creepy brick road."

...

I walked in the middle, with Dean in the lead while Sam and Molly took the back.

"That thing shoots rock salt?" Molly asked, obviously talking about Dean's gun.

"Yep." Sam answered.

"And plain salt keeps away spirits?"

"Simple remedies are always the best. Most cultures, salt's a symbol of purity so it repels impure and unnatural things. Same reason you throw it over your shoulder." as Sam finished explaining, we came to a clearing by a house.

"You know, just once, I'd like to round the corner and see a nice house." Dean joked as he gestured to the front door. "You three head in. I'm gonna look around."

Nodding, we left him to do his things while we started for the front door. As we stepped in we found it a mess, abandoned. It smelt of dust and stale furniture. It was clear no one had lived here for years.

As the door opened again, Sam turned to Dean. "Any headstones outside?"

"Yeah, right." Dean shook his head, dumping his bag on the old couched. "Is it ever that easy?"

"I guess not."

Starting for the next room- the kitchen- Dean gestured to Molly and Sam. "You two check upstairs. See if you can find notes or records where he's buried. Liz and I'll check down here."

"All right." Sam nodded as he started up the stairs with Molly right behind him.

Once they were gone, I turned to Dean accusingly. "You don't think I can handle being on my own with Molly."

"She's a ghost, I don't trust her." he shrugged. "You're not well."

"I'm perfectly fine, Dean." I wasn't, and we both knew it. But I wasn't as bad as he thought I was.

Ignoring me, he moved to some drawers. "Just start looking, Liz. Faster we find what we need, the faster we can get rid of both of them."

SPOV

We walked into what appeared to be the master bedroom. The place was just as trashed as the rest of the house, only in here, there were papers and documents strewn across the floor. If there was going to be anything that would tell us where Greely's buried, then it would be on one of these pieces of paper. Which meant I had to started reading.

I sighed. "Great." crouching down, I grabbed a piece of paper and began to read.

Molly had walked over to a chest of drawers and picked something up. "Look at this." I got up and moved to the bed where we both sat down to look at the scrapbook she'd found. "It's Greely and his wife."

Looking at the pictures, that looked so happy.

As I turned the page, Molly gestured to a letter. "It's a love letter he wrote her. My God, it's beautiful." looking away from the book, she turned to me. "I don't understand how a guy like this can turn into that monster."

"Uh... spirits like Greely are, uh, like wounded animals. Lost. In so much pain that they lash out." I explained.

"Why? Why are they here?"

"Well, there's some part of them that's keeping them here. Like their remains or, um, unfinished business."

"'Unfinished business'?"

"Yeah. Uh, it could be revenge. It could be love or hate. Whatever it is, they just hold on too tight. Can't let go. So they're trapped. Caught in the same loops. Replaying the same tragedies over and over."

"You sound almost sorry for them."

I was. I felt sorry for her. She was stuck here, forced to repeat the same night every year. She didn't even know she was dead.

We were going to have to tell her the truth, eventually. When we did, it was going to crush her. To find out you've been dead for fifteen years. That you accidentally killed a man, and he's been torturing you since then. To hear your husband has remarried and is happy. I couldn't imagine the pain she would feel once she knew the truth.

"Well, they we're evil people. You know. A lot of them were good. Just... Something happened to them. Something they couldn't control."

"Sammy's always getting a little J. Love Hewitt when it comes to things like this." Dean said as he and Lizzie walked into the room. "Me, I don't like them and I sure as hell ain't making apologies for them."

Shaking her head at him, Lizzie looked to me. "We found nothing downstairs. What about you guys?"

"Just about every piece of mail or receipt they ever had." I shrugged. "Looked through a couple, but nothing about a grave so far." as Dean stepped up to a set of drawers, I turned to him, watching as he placed his torch down. "What?"

"There's something behind here." he told me before grabbing the edge of the drawers and dragging them along the floor to move them away from the wall.

Standing up, I looked over to see a small door that had been hidden.

Dean crouched and tried to open it, but it wouldn't budge. "It's locked from the inside." standing again, he turned and kicked back at it. On the second kick he managed to break it down.

"I'm going first." Lizzie volunteered, stepping up to Dean and crouching down as she began to crawl through the small door.

DPOV

I was right behind Liz as we entered the secret room. Standing again, I offered her my hand and pulled her up to her feet before she dusted herself off.

"It smells like old lady in here." I noted.

Liz nodded, her face turned up in disgust. "It's gross."

"Come on." I gestured for us to move further inside as Sam and Molly crawled in. Rounding the corner, we found what was causing the smell. "And that would explain why."

Mrs Greely was hanging from the roof, her corpse practically mummified from being locked in here of fifteen years, stewing in the stale air.

I shrugged. "Well now we know why nobody ever saw her again."

"She didn't wanna live without him." Molly looked to the body with sad eyes.

Sam stepped up to Mrs Greely, turning to me. "Dean, give me a hand."

"Really?" I did not wanna touch that thing.

Molly seemed to be on my side. "What are you gonna do?"

"We can't leave her like this." Sam told us as if it were obvious.

"Why not?" it wasn't like anyone was missing her.

Rolling her eyes, Liz stepped up to Sam. "I'll help."

There was no way I could let her hold up the body when there were times she could hardly hold herself up. "Fine." I sighed, moving to grab the body as Sam climbed onto a chair and pulled out his knife so he could cut her down. "Son of a-" before I could finish, the body fell onto my shoulder.

SPOV

Dean climbed out the hole in the ground where he'd laid Mrs Greely down so we could bury her.

"Here." Lizzie offered him the shovel she'd been holding for him.

"Thanks." he mumbled as we started to pile that dirt back into the hole, covering the body.

Molly stepped up to us, watching. "So if you manage to put Greely to rest too, what happens to him?"

Dean chuckled a little. "Lady, that answer is way beyond our pay grade."

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

"Well, they never come back. That's all that matters." Dean shrugged.

Lizzie nodded. "Our job is to protect the living. Everything else... it's kinda complicated. We're not exactly privy to what happens beyond the grave. We just know how to get the spirits there."

"After they let go of whatever is keeping them here, they just go." I added. "I hope someplace better, but we don't know. No one does."

"What happens when you burn their bones?"

"Um... well, my dad used to say that it was like death for ghosts, you know? But the truth is, we still don't know, not for sure." I answered. "I guess that's why we all hold onto life so hard, even the dead. We're all just scared of the unknown."

"The only thing I'm scared of is losing David. I have to see him again." Molly crouched down by the grave, looking at the bones as we buried them. "I have to."

DPOV

Liz and I sat by the window. She wasn't feeling too good, her head a little dizzy. I'd told Sam and Molly to keep trying to find something that would tell us where Greely was buried, while I'd watch out for Greely and make sure Liz was okay.

Sam stepped up to us while Molly was in the kitchen. "I think we should tell her about her husband." he told us, voice low.

"We can't." it was that simple.

But Sam didn't agree. "Dean, it's cruel, letting her pine for him like this. I don't like keeping her in the dark."

"It's for her own good."

Liz nodded. "I get where you're coming from Sam, but she wouldn't even believe us."

When Sam didn't say anything, I sighed and stood from my chair. "Look man, I know you feel guilty, but let's just stick to the plan. Let's get her out of here and then we'll tell her?"

"Tell me what?" we turned to see Molly standing in the doorway, watching us. "What aren't you telling me?" none of us responded, which had her curiosity turn to fear. "It's about David. You know what happened to him."

"Molly-"

"Sam, don't." I warned.

"Don't what?" Molly stepped into the room, moving towards us. "Don't tell me because I'll mess up your hunt?" she snapped. "You don't care about me or my husband." she glared at me.

Liz stood and put herself between me a Molly. "Back off."

"You're keeping something from me, and I wanna know what."

Shaking her head, Liz refused to give in. "Look, lady. Despite what you think, we're out here for you and your husband. This isn't a hobby. It's a job. So yeah, telling you will ruin the hunt. And if the hunt is ruined then more lives will be at stake. So..." she took another step closer to Molly. "Back. Off."

She stood strong and tall, despite the fact she wasn't feeling well. Standing up for Sam and me, knowing that if it came to a fight she'd probably lose. I had mixed feelings about it all. On one hand, I wanted her to sit back down and worry about herself for a change. But on the other hand, I felt pretty good, knowing she cared about us like that.

Molly opened her mouth to speak, but at the same time a radio somewhere in the house turned on as House of the Rising Sun began to play again.

"He's coming." Molly stepped closer to Liz, no longer angry, now just scared.

"Stay with them." I told Sam as I followed the music into the kitchen.

A light was on, under a thin cloth. Stepping up to it, I pulled the sheet away to see the radio lights glowing. But lying next to the machine was the cord, which had been cut long ago.

The wind picked up, whirling and whistling through the room. The sound of creaking had me turn to see the glass on the back door frosting over, the words 'She's mine' appearing right before my eyes.

As if on cue, Greely's voice whispered along with the wind. "She's mine."

I turned to Sam, seeing him slowly walking into the kitchen, leaving Liz and Molly in the living room as he looked around for any signs of Greely. Getting a better grip on my gun, I focused on the back door once more, waiting for the ghost to come.

The window in the living room smashed as Greely broke through it, pushing Liz out of the way and grabbing Molly. It took only a few short seconds before they were both gone.

"Dean, he's got Molly!" Sam called as he ran for the window, jumping out.

"You okay?" I asked Liz as I rushed towards her.

She nodded. "Just go."

Doing as I was told, I followed Sam out the window in order to get Molly back. But I knew it was too late. The ghosts would be long gone.

EPOV

Turns out Greely and Molly had disappeared. Sam and Dean had tried to catch up, but it's hard to chase things that could disappear into thin air.

"This guy is persistent." Dean was pissed.

"We gotta find Molly." Sam told him as they walked back into the living room

"We gotta find Greely's bones. And, uh, no pressure or anything, but we got less than two hours before sunrise." Dean noted, taking a seat next to me as I sat by the broken window. "Show me."

I didn't have to ask to know what he was talking about. Sighing, I lifted my hand to show him the few pieces of glass stuck there. "They're not that deep. I'm fine."

When Greely had shoved me away, I'd landed on the broken glass from the window he'd just smashed. I'd tried to lessen the blow by putting a hand out in front of me, hence the cuts.

"Goddamn it, Liz." taking my hand in his, he began to pick at the pieces. "Some of them are too deep for me to get right now."

"Hey." Sam moved towards us, carrying a scrapbook.

"What you got?" Dean asked as he looked at the page Sam was showing us. "'February 6, 1992'. Wasn't that like two weeks before the accident?" he asked, reading the date of the photo on the page.

"Yeah." I nodded, looking at the picture. "It looks like Greely and his wife, standing outside the hunting cabin. But there's a tree there now. Right where there standing."

Sam turned the book to look at it as realisation hit him. "I should've thought of it."

"What?" Dean asked expectantly. It was clear Sam knew something we didn't.

"It's an old country custom, Dean." Sam hinted.

"Oh..." I understood now. "You plant a tree as a grave marker."

Sam nodded. "Exactly."

Dean looked from me to his brother. "You two are like walking encyclopedias of weirdness."

"Thank you." I shrugged, standing up. "So, we know where the bones are, let's do this."

Grabbing my arm, Dean stopped me from walking off. "You're not doing anything with that hand. You won't be able to hold the shovel to dig, and there is no way I'm letting you go anywhere near Greely."

"So you'd rather I go wait by the car. On my own. In the middle of the night. On a highway that's haunted. With a bleeding hand and headaches that are sometimes so strong I black out?"

He was speechless, opening a closing this mouth as he tried to come up with a response. But nothing came out of his mouth.

"That's what I thought." I shrugged, heading for the door.

DPOV

Molly was screaming. We could hear as we rounded the house, heading for the door. Looking through the window I could see Greely grinning evilly as he cut all over her body.

"Go get Molly." Sam told me. "We got this." he assured me.

Nodding, I dropped my bag and grabbed my gun as I stepped up to the front door. Greely's back was too me. Lifting the gun, I aimed the barrel at him and pulled the trigger. He was gone in an instant.

Molly let out a breath of relief. "Oh, thank God."

I shrugged, giving her a light smile. "Yeah, call me Dean."

But instead of responding her eyes went wide as she looked over my shoulder.

I turned as Greely chuckled. Lifting a finger, he flicked it towards me. The force had me turn back as I felt my cheek sting and throb, blood trickling out of a cut caused by that one movement he'd just made.

"This guy's really pissing me off." I groaned, getting a better grip on my gun before turning to shoot him. Before I could finish turning, I was sent flying across the room. My gun was knocked out of my hand from the force, leaving me defenceless. "Hurry up, Sam!" I called.

Greely gestured to a knife which flew into his hand. Turning back to me, he stalked over and knelt on the ground, grabbing my jacket he lined the blade up with my shoulder.

I held him back, struggling to keep him at a distance. But he was strong, and slowly but surely, the blade began to move down, getting closer and closer to me.

"Dean!" Liz yelled.

Hands grabbed at Greely and pushed him off me suddenly.

I looked up at Liz as she stood between the ghost and myself, an iron rod in her hand. Both she and Greely lifted their weapons to attack the other, now it was only a matter of who was faster.

But as they both lunged, Greely froze and began to scream as he burst into flames and vanished.

Liz lost her balance from her swing, dropping to her knees.

I scrambled over to her. "You okay?"

She nodded, turning to give me a gentle smile. "Peachy."

"You are unbelievable, you know that?" getting to my feet as I shook my head, I offered her my hand and pulled her back up. "You wanna get out of here?"

She nodded as she dusted herself off. "Yes please."

EPOV

Dean walked ahead of us once he saw his car on the side of the road. "Oh, baby, it's been a long night." he gave the car a couple of taps as he got into the driver's seat.

"All right, let's get you out of here." Sam nodded to Molly as he opened the back door for her.

But she refused to get in. "I'm not going anywhere until you tell me what happened to my husband."

Standing one the other side, I sighed. "Nothing happened to him, Molly. He's alive."

"What?" she looked confused.

"Get in the car, and we'll take you to him. I promise."

She smiled at me, relief in her eyes. Without another word she got in the car.

Sam gave me a short nod as a thank you as he got into the car as well. I went to do the same but paused as a pain began to throb in my palm. I looked down to the many cuts, knowing there was glass still in there. Wishing there wasn't.

I felt it before I saw it.

Slowly a piece of glass pushed its way out of my hand. I hissed in pain as it moved, but was too confused and mesmerised to look away or do anything. Another piece began to creep out, a little faster than the other. When that one was done, another started…

"Liz, what are you doing? Let's go already." Dean called to me.

"Uh, yeah. Sorry." I dropped my hand, letting the pieces of glass fall to the ground as I climbed into the car.

I had no idea what had just happened, but whatever it was, I had a feeling it was from whatever the demon's blood had done to me.

SPOV

Dean stopped in front of David's home. I nodded to it as I spoke to Molly. "He's in that house, right there."

She looked from the house to me. "I don't understand."

"You will." I assured her.

Dean, Lizzie and myself got out of the car before Molly followed. We headed for the path in front of the house, looking into the window where we could see David in the kitchen making a coffee.

Molly froze at the sight of him. "That's not... it can't be."

A woman walked into the kitchen, stepping up to David. When the two kissed, Molly's face trued from confusion to pain.

"What's happening?" she turned to us. "Who is that?"

"That's David's wife." I answered simply. She looked to the window once more before turning back to us. "I'm sorry Molly. Fifteen years ago, you and your husband hit Jonah Greely with your car. David survived."

She shook her head. "What are you saying?"

"We're saying that there isn't just one spirit haunting Highway 41." Dean started. "There are two."

"Jonah Greely... and you." Lizzie added.

"For the past fifteen years, one night a year you've been appearing on the highway."

"No, that's no possible." Molly didn't believe us, but I didn't blame her. "It was our anniversary, February 22-"

"1992." I finished.

She nodded. "Yes."

"Molly, it's 2007." Dean told her. He was trying to be gentle. But no matter what, it was hard to give this kind of news to someone. It was even harder to hear it.

Looking away from us, Molly thought it over, slowly realising we were right. "Oh, God... and Greely?"

"Each year he punishes somebody for his death. Chasing them, torturing them. And each year, that somebody is you." I explained.

"But I don't remember any of it."

"Because you couldn't see the truth, Molly." I told her.

"So that's why he won't let me off the highway. Because I... I killed him. I killed us both." in shock, she lowered herself to sit on the step that lead to the path heading towards David's front door. "Why didn't you tell me when you first saw me? Why wait until now?"

"You wouldn't have believed us." Dean answered.

She looked up at him. "And you needed me for bait."

"Well, we needed you." I countered.

She sighed, looking over her should to the house. "David..."

"Molly, we brought you here so you could move on."

She shook her head at me. "No, I have to tell him." she got back to her feet.

"Tell him what?" Lizzie asked. "He knows you love him. He knows you're sorry."

"Look, if you wanna go in there, we're not gonna stop you." I shrugged.

"Yeah, but you are gonna freak him right out." Dean noted. "For life." he was right.

"David's already said his goodbyes, Molly. Now it's your turn. This is your unfinished business."

Turning to me with tears in her eyes, she looked so broken and sad. "What am I supposed to do?"

"Just... let go. Of David, of everything." I suggested. "You do that, we think you'll move on."

"But you don't know where."

"No." there was no need to lie. She already knew the truth. "But Molly, you don't belong here. Haven't you suffered long enough? It's time. It's time to go."

As tear ran down her cheeks she looked to Dean, and then to Lizzie before stopping at me. Slowly nodding, she let us know she understood before she began to walk towards the road as the sun began to rise.

Looking at the bright golden lights, she finally let go, fading into nothing.

"I guess she wasn't so bad, for a ghost." Dean spoke. "You think she's really going to a better place?" he asked me.

"I hope so."

"Me too." Lizzie added.

"I guess we'll never know, not until we take the plunge ourselves, huh?"

"Doesn't really matter, Dean." I turned to him. "Hope is kinda the whole point."

"All right, Haley Joel." he nudged my arm. "Let's hit the road."

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