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Chapter Fifty-Four

Roadkill Part I

"All I'm saying Sam, is that maybe that wasn't the best way to hang up on my friend!" Tony enthused elbowing Sam in the rib.

Dean snorted not bothering to tear his eyes away from the snow dusted sleepy road ahead of them. Tony sounded pissed and when it came to Ben, it was best him and Sam thread carefully. "Hey, if I was in bed with my girlfriend and she was arguing with some jack off—"

"Excuse me! His name is Ben, please use it, and we were having a civilized conversation." Tony snapped throwing a glare at Dean. She was back to sitting in-between the brothers again and a part of her loved being between her favorite people but not now; not when they were picking on her and Ben. She couldn't very well hit the back of their heads whilst sitting besides them, now could she?

She might not have agreed with Ben speaking to her like that but she still considered him her friend, though they were on rocky ground now. But nevertheless, they were still friends. And the moment she heard his voice, she just knew he wasn't okay. He didn't sound like he was in dire danger but he sure as hell didn't sound cheery. He genuinely sounded like he needed a friend to talk to but damn her for screwing it up with her lack of people and conversational skills. It also didn't help that Sam had been in bed with her.

It had been a few days ago since his phone call and though Sam had wrapped her in a cocoon of love and familiarity; she couldn't help but feel like she screwed up. The worry was heavier than lead in her stomach, twisting and churning. But she had tried telling the brothers, maybe she should check up on him; but that very day Dean had refused; telling her of a hunt that was more important. She knew this hunt needed to be put to rest but she still felt like she had before her father died. Like she was losing her only chance of helping someone she loved. And boy did she screw up last time. She just hopped Ben was having a normal life crisis and not a supernatural life crisis.

"Tony, he'll phone back, he seems to have perfect timing." Sam commented sarcastically.

Before Tony could retort or jab something of theirs, Dean slammed hard on his breaks earning a curse from Tony and a shriek of tires from the Impala.

"You've got to help me!" The woman, soaked through from the melted snow urged, standing in front of the car. Tony grasped tightly onto Sam's hand and her other hand gripped painfully tight on Dean's knee when the woman ran to Sam's widow and began slapping it with her palms, crying for help.

Sam rolled the window down, frowning worriedly at the woman in distress, "All right, calm damn, okay? Tell us what happened."

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Tony didn't like it.

She didn't like it one bit. She knew they only had a small window of opportunity to lay rest all the unfinished business but…it still freaked her out. It gave her chills and goose bumps every time the woman would look at her, let alone when she would brush past her. No, the faster they finished this hunt, the faster she could hide under the covers in the warmth and not worry what it would feel like if she died and had relieve her death every day.

"We swerved and, and when I came to, the car was wrecked and my husband was missing."

Tony frowned to herself, unsure if she should say anything. What if she said something and the woman heard something else? No, this was their only chance and hell if she screwed it up, she was already screwing up a lot of things as of late.

"I went looking for him but that's when the man from the road…he started chasing me."

"Did he look like…. he lost a fight with a lawnmower?" Dean asked. Tony glanced up at Dean, any other time and she would have laughed.

"How did you know that?" The woman asked. And then Tony realized Dean had almost blown their cover.

"Lucky guess." Dean backpedaled.

Sam threw one last reproaching glance at Dean before wiping his face clean to look at the panicked woman, "Ma'am, what's your name?" He quietly asked.

"Molly. Molly McNamara."

"Okay, Molly, I think you should come with us." Sam quietly urged motioning to the three hunters, "we'll take you back into town—"

Molly shook her head, "I can't. I have to find David, he…he might have gone back to the car."

Tony shook her head slightly, not wanting to draw Molly's attention to her but still needing to shake out some of the sadness leaching into her bones. "We should get you somewhere safe first." Tony commented, trying to draw Molly out of her one-track mind.

"And then Tony, Dean and I can come back and look for your husband." Sam added.

Molly glanced between the three panicked that they weren't going to help her, "No. I'm not leaving here without him. Would you just take me back to my car, please?"

Would it be rude if she rolled her eyes? Tony empathized with Molly; if it were Sam or Dean, she'd kill someone before she ever left the search for either of them. But somehow being on the outside, Tony realized that Molly was stuck on the broken cycle and a part of her was becoming more annoyed with the woman but the other part held sympathy. No wonder she hated helping ghosts.

Tony shared a look between the two brothers and let her shoulders slump when she realized Molly wouldn't move an inch. So maybe they had to form a different approach to unveiling the truth to Molly.

"Of course, come on." Sam pacified, letting Molly follow him. Tony hung back besides Dean and the two followed.

"This gives me the creeps." Tony whispered. Only with Dean would she ever say things like that and only with Dean would he understand with quiet solace, not wanting to delve deeper than she already was exposing.

He glanced at her quickly before turning his attention back to Sam and Molly ahead, not wanting to ruin the moment with any sarcastic quips that he and Tony enjoyed; he offered his hand in gentle offering and she took it unhesitant in silent comfort.

Tony watched Sam open the back door of the Impala for Molly and she smirked despite the constant needling chill that had since settled into her bones upon meeting Molly. Leave it to Sam to always be gentlemanly, no matter the circumstances. But that left Tony in an odd disposition; she hated leaving her back exposed to any stranger and if she sat up ahead with the brothers than she was leaving a bull's eye painted to the back of her head. But if she sat in the back with Molly…well damned if she did and damned if she didn't.

Having been so caught up with her anxieties, Tony didn't even realize she was now seated in the back with Molly and before she could bite back a curse, she found Molly trying to give her a watery smile.

Not wanting to converse with something beyond eerie, Tony nodded and turned her attention out her window, watching the trees pass by when the car slowed to a stop. She got out, sighing when she scanned their surroundings; trees, darkness and the cold.

The one thing to alleviate the negativity was Sam; waiting quietly for her to walk along side him. She took the hand Sam offered her and genuinely smiled when he pulled her to him, "Hey…loosen up a bit, okay?" Sam whispered into her ear, breathing more heavily, knowing full well that her shiver was because of him and not from the cold.

She shivered again, quickly running her hands over his chest, smirking when she felt his muscles tense in appreciation, "Fine, but…I just can't help it. It's like freaking Casper."

Sam chuckled, catching Dean's eyes and shrugging when Dean gave him an unimpressed look, "Come on, they're waiting."

"The car…it should be right there, we—we hit that tree over there." Molly commented tearfully, pointing to a deserted area, left forgotten and snowed over.

Tony stared at the forgotten area in the forest surrounding them and shrugged to herself, had she really been expecting a car to be there? The more she thought about it, the sadder she became. What if one day, she woke up like Molly and looked everywhere for Sam and Dean, only to find that the truth wouldn't set her free.

Molly stumbled down the hill to the deserted area, "This doesn't make any sense."

Tony threw a knowing glance at Sam and fought back an urge to leave the other two hunters to take care of a stubborn woman. Was it really worth the effort? Whom was she helping? She knew who she wasn't helping; Ben. And damned be, she promised herself she had to focus on this hunt before trying to help him!

"We've got to get out of here. Greenlee could show up at any second." Tony whispered, illuminating a small area around them with her flashlight. She didn't care for Molly but an axe-murdering ghost? Not her ideal night of fun either.

"Well, would do we tell her?" Dean asked.

Sam scoffed under his breath, "The truth."

Dean glanced back down at Molly's form, "She's going to take off running in the other direction."

"Would you blame her?" Tony asked caustically.

"I know it sounds crazy but I crashed into that tree." Molly called up to them. "I don't know who could've taken it, it was totaled." The three hunters glanced around them at the forest nestling them, "Please, you've got to believe me."

"Molly, listen. We do believe you and that's why we want to get you out of here." Sam called down to her.

"But what about David?" Molly asked. "Something must have happened. I have to get to the cops."

Tony growled beneath her breath and bit back a few choice words until she felt Dean place a retraining hand on her arm, "Cops! You know, that's a great idea. In fact, 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." Dean added.

The three hunters watched Molly glance around her one last time before nodding, "Okay."

Tony nodded, seemingly happy and hopeful that they could finish this hunt quickly and gladly took a seat besides Molly in the back of the Impala.

"We were supposed to be in Lake Tahoe." Molly commented sadly.

"You and David?" Sam asked.

"Its our five year anniversary." Molly confirmed.

Tony's eyes bulged and she turned her attention to the woman sitting next to her, "No shit? That's hell of an anniversary."

Molly smiled, "Right before…we were having the dumbest fight. The only time we really argue, we're stuck in the car."

Tony scoffed, "Don't I know it." Tony smiled to herself and caught two very bemused looks from Sam and Dean. She shrugged; the more she thought about it, Molly wasn't that bad, at least, now that the end was in sight, she didn't really mind sharing the backseat with the woman.

"You know the last thing I said to him? I called him a jerk."

Trying not to show any outward emotions, Tony let one of her eyebrows shoot up accusingly, still staring out the window. How many times did she say the same things to the brothers? And what happened if—no, she couldn't think like that.

"What if that's the last thing I said to him?" Molly said, trying to speak over the tears gripping her throat.

"We're going to figure out what happened to your husband, I promise." Sam said.

"He knows you love him." Tony added quietly, not bothering to turn her attention away from the window.

The four sat in silence a few seconds longer before the quiet was interrupted with the radio coming alive, playing a creepy tune. Tony moved forward in the seat to lean between the two brothers, "Did any of you?"

"No."

"Nope."

She shook her head slightly, "Really? Can't you just lie to me this once?" She commented, sitting back down in her own seat. Clenching a gun in her lap wouldn't help matters; sure, it would make her feel a whole lot better but Molly would freak. And Molly freaking was a huge no-no on her list.

"This song—" Molly glanced at Tony, "it was playing when we crashed."

Tony's eyes caught Dean's in the review mirror just as the dial on the radio moved on its own accord. Changing stations, static emitting from the speakers; with a faint, eerily evanescent voice speaking to them, "She's mine." It chanted.

"What is that?" Molly asked quietly.

Tony shook her head seeing something standing in the middle of road, "Sam. Dean?"

"Hold on." Dean said, shoving his foot harder on the gas pedal as the car sped through the man shaped fog in the middle of the night-dimmed road.

"What the hell was that? Was that?" Molly shrieked.

"Don't worry Molly, everything is going to be alright." Tony pacified, more to herself than to anyone else. She hated Zombies but she hated psycho ghosts more. And what was worse than being stuck in the middle of nowhere at night, in the cold forest with a psychotic ghost hunting them down? Nope, if she ever survived this, she was going to take a long hot bath and never move from that spot ever again.

"Think you spoke a little too soon, Waldo." Dean commented, hearing an odd rattling sound from the Impala's engine.