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Chapter Fifty-Five
Roadkill Part II
Tony opened the trunk to the Impala too worried to notice Dean and Sam both flanking her sides. Honestly, she shouldn't have spoken too soon. Now they were stranded on the isolated road, snowflakes' flickering from the darkened sky and a psychotic ghost was after all of them. Damn it.
"This can't be happening." Molly sadly commented getting out from the back seat to join the three hunters.
"Tell me about it." Tony grunted grabbing a sawed off shotgun and began checking for bullets.
"Umm…thanks…I guess I can…I think I've got it covered from here." Molly began, her voice wavering nervously.
Tony tore her attention away from the gun and watched Sam approach the backpedaling Molly, "It's okay Molly. Wait a minute." He said calmly.
"Just leave me alone."
"You have to listen to us." Sam tried again.
"Just stay away." Molly bit out walking more forcefully away from them.
Dean glanced sideways at Tony, "Women never say that to me." He said cheekily, grinning.
Tony snorted running a hand roughly through her hair, she had a mind one day to chop it all off…it was beginning to get unruly, "Hmm, really? I'm pretty sure that one time in Tampa—"
"Shut up Leia." Dean grunted snatching the gun from her hands.
"It wasn't a coincidence that we found you alright." Sam commented, pulling Tony and Dean attention away from their slapping at each other's hands.
"We weren't just cruising for trouble, Molly. We were in Indiana, we were already out here." Tony said to Molly, approaching her and Sam. She stepped closer to Sam and ran a quick hand over his butt, smirking to herself when she felt him tense. She leaned into him and almost grinned when he grabbed her hand to make her cease her teasing on his backside. Her teasing mood deserted her when guilt hit her hard and swift. Here she was flirting with her boyfriend; Molly was standing in front of her, tears welling in her eyes, desolation wrapped tightly around her. And Ben? Ugh, she shouldn't even go there.
"Hunting." Dean said to Molly before throwing a disgusted look at Tony and Sam.
"Hunting? For what?" Molly asked, now ensnared into their quest. Tony opened her mouth for a second before closing it again. How far should she go to reveal aspects of the truth? What could she even say?
"Ghosts." Dean said saving and damning them. He shrugged at Tony and Sam before turning around and walking back to the Impala's trunk to finish what Tony had started.
Sam glanced at Sam more shocked than Molly, "…Don't…well, don't sugar coat it for her."
"Smartass." Tony grumbled trying to bite back a grin.
"You're nuts." Molly shook her head vehemently.
Tony rolled her eyes, "Really? As nuts as a vanishing guy with his guts spilling out? Or a radio than randomly chants things? You were there. You know what you saw." Tony shrugged ignoring the small swirling sensation Sam was doing to her hand with his thumb.
Sam stared down at Tony with something a keen to horror etched on his face, she sounded more and more like Dean everyday. Ha, he'd have to tell her that one-day just to see her face. It was totally worth the proverbial doghouse. "We think his name is Jonah Greenlee." Sam amended to Molly.
"He was a local farmer that died fifteen years ago today on this highway," Sam continued to Molly, detaching himself from Tony so he could make a run for it if Molly decided it was too much for her to handle.
"Just…stop." Molly bit out.
"One night a year on the anniversary of his death, he haunts this road," Sam waited until he knew he had Molly's attention before continuing, "that's why were here Molly, to try and stop him."
Tony smirked to herself; sometimes Sam was a wee bit dramatic. And she could just bet all of her hair that he had his 'infamous sissy' face on whilst doing so. But she loved him and she knew she could just make fun of him later and after that? She could spend all night soothing his temper in bed—no, it'd be best she stop whilst still ahead.
"Now I suppose this ghost made my car disappear too." Molly commented dryly.
Tony tried to sympathize, she really did. After all, she could see herself in Molly's disposition but it was damn trying for her. All she wanted was to fix things here so she could fix things in her own personal life.
"Crazier things have happened. Huh?" Dean smirked to Tony slapping her on the butt; thinking nothing of it, coaches slapped their players on the butt and Tony had done the same to him many times. But the kicker? Goading Sam; though it probably would earn him a punch but c'mon, Sam needed to stop acting so love struck…or was he more like a rabbit?
Sam squinted his eyes at Dean, ignoring the exasperating look Tony threw to his brother. Thankfully for Dean, a scared looking Molly who was shaking her head more forcefully now pulled Sam's attention back to the present.
"You know what? I've had enough with crazy. I'm going to get to the cops myself." Molly said turning away from them and began walking down the road.
"I don't mean to be harsh but I don't think you're going to get too far." Dean commented before she could walk out of hearing distance.
And it worked when Molly stopped, "What's that supposed to mean?"
Tony rolled her shoulders and bumped Dean with her elbow. She would never complain about them always flanking her sides but dude, she was not in the mood. It was amazing how no cell reception could affect someone so wholly.
Though Sam and Dean both had told her not to phone Ben, to let him phone her back; she knew deep down that it was up to her now to see what was ailing him. She had to admit, she made a conscious effort not to promise to either of them that she wouldn't phone Ben because she had planned to sneak away from them for a few mere minutes to try and ring him. But it was just her luck as usual, no cell reception.
"Means that Plan A was trying to get you out of here…obviously that didn't go over to well with Farmer Road kill." Dean remarked.
Sam approached Molly once again, "Molly, we're telling the truth. Greenlee's not going to let you leave this highway."
Tony watched Molly turn to Sam, "You're serious about this aren't you?"
She snorted from Dean's side, "Deadly."
"Every year Greenlee finds someone to punish for what happened to him. Tonight that person is you." Sam quietly said to Molly.
"Why me? I didn't do anything?" Molly asked louder.
Tony frowned biting back a nasty comment. It seemed a little selfish to her, Molly running around in her own world, Greenlee running around in his. "Doesn't matter. Some spirits see only what they want." Tony added pointedly.
Molly glanced firmly at Sam, "So you're saying that Greenlee took my husband?"
Tony turned slightly to Dean, "Dede?"
Dean turned his head to Tony making sure to frown; he had an appearance to keep up with and hell if he'd ever tell her that he actually liked her pet names. "Yeah?"
"When I die and come back to haunt you—"
"You already plan on haunting me?" Dean mused quietly trying to make light of the fact that he couldn't even bare to think of him without her.
"Umm…duh. Let me finish. And I proceed to spend years trying to find something I so obviously don't need…just shoot me with rock salt. I promise I won't take offense." Tony pledged.
Sam cleared his throat, throwing a reproachful frown their way turning back to Holly, "We can help."
Tony rolled her eyes and grabbed a hold of Dean's arm so she could entwine theirs. She didn't like the idea of strangers touching her but she didn't really think much of her constantly touching one of the brothers. To her it was a human comfort and she liked her few comforts. "But first you've got to help us." Tony added.
Molly whipped her attention away from staring sadly out into the forest to stare quizzically at Tony, "Help you? How?"
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"Tony?" Sam asked quietly, eyes scanning the area around them; endless forest.
Tony glanced up ahead seeing Dean and Molly converse amongst themselves, "Hmm?"
"You know I love you right?" Sam murmured to her.
Tony snorted, "Yeah sure, Sam. Whatever you—" She cut off throwing a quick glance up at him then turning her attention back to keeping watch. "Yeah. I know. Everything okay?"
Sam shrugged, "Yeah. I just thought…you know, with everything that has happened lately and now this hunt…"
Tony threw a quick grin up at him, "You're sounding like Dean now."
Sam frowned, "Shut up."
Tony smiled to herself; yeah, things were rocky in her life but where Sam was concerned? She was on solid ground and damn if that didn't feel good. "I love you too Sam."
Tony straightened away from Sam noticing the space growing between them and Dean and Molly. She quickened her pace, grateful Sam had gotten the hint and pulled her along to join the other two. "All good?" Tony asked Dean.
"Just peachy." Dean affirmed.
Her good humour quickly left her when she glanced around the forest. Though she was a hunter and was with two exceptional hunters also; she was still clenching her gun to her and frowning fiercely around the forest. You would think after all these years hunting and knowing where the Boogeyman is, I'd get used to this, Tony mused to herself. Boogeyman, what she wouldn't do to trade this hunt for a Boogeyman hunt.
She didn't bother paying attention to what Sam was saying to Molly or what Dean added. She knew the moment she paid attention to their prattling, she'd lose her iron will and run away screaming. So instead she kept her eyes peeled and nudged the ground every so often with her foot checking for a makeshift grave. Would it be too much to ask if Greenlee had been buried easily? But no, they always had to make it difficult…it was almost like the family wanted to be haunted by the ghosts.
"Must have been his hunting cabin." Dean told Molly and Tony as he crossed the threshold of the old abandoned cabin.
Tony flashed her light around the cabin, taking in the sight of dried blood and chains littering the walls. "Huh, seemed like a real sweet guy."
Dean snorted sarcastically, "Makes your boyfriend look like loser huh?"
"I wonder if I can get a refund." Tony joked sharing a cheeky grin with Dean.
"No marker or headstone outside." Sam said joining the three, oblivious to Dean and Tony's joking.
"Looking for Greenlee's grave?" Molly asked them.
"Yeah." Sam answered.
"Why?" Molly asked incredulously.
Tony shrugged derisively, "So we can dig up the bones to salt and burn it."
"Oh, sure, naturally." Molly commented shell-shocked.
Sam glanced over to her, noticing her obvious discomfort, "It's a way to get rid of a spirit."
"Will it save David?" Molly asked unaware of the Tony's sudden slumped shoulders or Dean's sudden interest with the wall.
That left Sam to answer the barbed question, "Well, this is what will help both of you, …provided there's a corpse to be found."
"So how do we find it?" She asked Sam.
Tony inched closer to a wall with a vast selection of hunting knives. Any other time, she would have been impressed but certainly not when a ghost who once owned those knives was hunting them…or at least Molly. Merely semantics. Tony shook her head trying to focus objectively on the case, get it done and leave. But the way things were headed now, she was running fast out of patience and the sun would be waking soon.
"We're not sure, after Greenlee died, his wife claimed his body and that's the last anyone saw of her, so…good guess she brought him back here but they had a thousand acres. And he could be buried anywhere on them." Sam said.
Dean frowned, "Way to sound excited there, Sammy."
"So this is what you guys do…you're like Ghostbusters." Molly commented to them.
"Oh yeah, just minus the small detail called jumpsuits. Look ma'am, fascinating conversation aside, time is running out and this highway is only haunted once a year and we got till sunup to wrap this thing up. So what do you say we all move this thing along?" Tony asked churlishly. She hadn't meant to sound so snappy but the way they were going, they wouldn't accomplish nothing; being here would be a bigger waste of precious time when she could be phoning Ben or playing hide and go seek in bed with Sam.
"Great." Tony commented dryly pushing past them to walk out of the cabin before Sam could get a better look at her face. She wasn't upset, just antsy and taking the time to explain all her frustrations would kill whatever allotted time they had left. Which she couldn't afford.
The group slowly verged in to a line, Sam taking the lead with Molly, Dean somewhere trailing after them and Tony taking the. It must have been because she was lagging behind from the group but the next thing she knew, Sam was nowhere in sight in the darkened forest and Dean? Was she supposed to keep track of him? But she did notice Molly looking around a few yards away from her calling out for her husband as if she heard something they hadn't.
"Son of a bitch." Tony bit out jogging quietly to Molly. She hadn't honestly expected Greenlee to use treachery mimicking Molly's husband when trying to catch Molly but her suspicions were confirmed when he condensed behind her, grabbing her throat and murmuring something in her ear.
She raised her shotgun and shot him point blank, enjoying the swift victory, "You okay?" She asked Molly who had fallen on the snow banked forest floor.
Molly looked up at her as if she was only now starting to believe the so-called nonsense of what they had told her. "Wha—" She gasped out, jumping to her feet.
"Hey!"
"Tony!"
Dean and Sam both ran up to them breathing heavily, "You alright?" Sam asked glancing from Tony to Molly.
Tony shrugged, "And have you ever heard the saying late in the game?"
Dean snorted, "Well if you walked faster."
"Well if you watched Molly like you supposed to." Tony retorted.
Sam exchanged a few words with Molly trying to her calm down, earning an eye roll from both Dean and Tony. It wasn't until Dean glanced besides them and flashed his light to a deserted pathway leading deeper into the forest.
"Hey, follow the creepy brick road." Dean announced taking the lead.
Tony went ahead of Molly, knowing she could have kept a better eye out for her than the other two but didn't want to field any questions she could see Molly brimming with. Honestly, sometimes she had to remind herself that they weren't saints, just men. Especially when she tried talking to one of them when 'the game' was on or asked their opinions on her outfit and instead received a grunt. She shook her head at the normalcy of it and tried keeping her focus on the task at hand.
After descending deeper in the crevasses of the pathway she glanced up and swallowed audibly. She hated creepy, decayed houses and she hated abandoned houses. Throw the combination together and it was a toss up between Blair Witch and Amityville Horror; damn it.
She straightened her spine, willing her will to become stronger than iron and quickly picked up her pace to walk alongside Dean. She heard Molly and Sam continue to chatter behind them and tried not to roll her eyes. Sam made everyone feel at home; leave it to him to make the one person comfortable whilst they made their way to what had been Greenlee's house.
Dean and Tony walked up the creaky steps leading to the house. Tony peered her light through the window and winced, it was as if one day they were there and the next, they weren't. Which was even creepier than ghosts, in her opinion. She pushed open the door and Dean thankfully went ahead of her blissfully unaware of her sweating. She suddenly wished she could have shot Greenlee more than once, damn it.
"Any head stones outside?" Dean asked Sam.
"Yeah right." Sam sarcastically commented. "Is it ever that easy?"
Tony moved away from the converging group in the living room to make her way to the kitchen. It was a mess, a dusty, grimy mess. "Sam? You take Molly upstairs; check to see if you can find any notes or records telling us where he's buried. Dean and I will check down here."
Sam nodded, secretly loving when Tony became bossy, "Sure."
Tony began looking around the kitchen, letting Dean have the living room. She pulled out her hunting knife and began lifting papers from the kitchen table.
"Why don't you just touch it?" Dean asked from the other room.
Tony barely paid him any attention, "I'm not touching anything in here."
"And yet you'll gladly dig up a grave with your bare hands." Dean mused.
"Totally different there, Dena." Tony called out.
"Don't call me Dena, Freda." She heard Dean grumble and this time, she couldn't keep a small smile from her face.
They kept riffling a few more minutes when she heard Dean's restless sigh, "Timmy, you okay down here? I'm going to go head upstairs to see what's taking Sammy and Molly so long."
Tony nodded more to herself than anything, "Have fun."
The moment she heard Dean's footsteps ascend, she placed her knife on a stack of papers and withdrew her phone. She let the hope soar, flipping open her phone. No Service. And the hope she so heavily wanted to believe in fell, imploding; lay crushed at her feet.
She didn't know how long she had stared at the small screen but hearing her name being called from upstairs, she shoved her useless phone back in her pocket, picked up her hunting knife and sprinted to where the others were.
"Its locked from the inside." She heard Dean say.
She glanced around at what was at one time a bedroom and noticed Sam and Molly both standing by a crouched Dean. Who had finished running his hands over a discolored hidden door and was now standing facing the three.
He kicked it once with his foot and Tony glanced down seeing no apparent damage, she shook her head, "Harder." She said to Dean.
He nodded and once again kicked the door; the second kick having the winning force when the door collapsed and Dean's foot went through. Tony had sidled past Sam and Molly to stand closer to the door when Dean outstretched his hand for something. She handed him her gun and threw a smile over her shoulder to Sam as she bent down to hunch through the small doorway after Dean.
"Ugh, smell's like old lady in here." Dean commented straightening himself out.
Tony snorted, trying desperately to ignore the cobwebs, "You would know. You do like cougars."
Dean grimaced, "Sammy likes cougars."
"Shut your mouth." Tony snapped stopping dead in her insults when she flashed her light on something hanging from the ceiling. "And that would explain the smell."
Sam pushed past Tony to step closer to Mrs. Greenlee's corpse hanging from the ceiling, "Well now we know why nobody ever saw her again." Dean said.
"She didn't want to live without him." Molly sadly commented.
Tony glanced unimpressed at Molly, twice before she closed her mouth and decided saying anything snide. Niceness aside, Molly only focused on two things; love and her husband. It was nauseatingly sadly annoying to Tony, especially when she knew what feats would be fast approaching for Molly.
"Dean, give me a hand." Sam said from Mrs. Greenlee's side.
"Really?" Dean asked not wanting to delve on why Sam had grabbed a fallen chair, straightening it out so he could stand on it.
Sam glanced at the three noticing their look of doubt and slight disgust, "What are you going to do?" Molly asked.
"We can't leave her like this." Sam pointed out.
Tony's insides quivered warmly and she smiled, she glanced over at Molly, "That's my boyfriend."
Molly gave her a glance, "I'm glad for you." She said dryly not taking her eyes away Sam lifting Mrs. Greenlee from the noose and handed her over to Dean.
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"So if you manage to put Greenlee to rest too, what happens to him?" Molly asked.
Dean wiped the dirt away from his leather jacket; if Sammy was as half as strong as he was, he would have made his brother dig the grave for Greenlee's wife but seeing how Tony stood watch with Molly and Sam offered to refill the grave with the dirt, it had been up to him.
Tony glanced around them as they all stood near the makeshift grave they had made outside of the Greenlee's house and it was acceptable enough; they were losing time and here they were diddling around a grave. Pathetic.
"Lady, that answer is way beyond our pay grade." Dean mused.
"You hunt these things but you don't want to know what happens to them?" Molly asked.
Tony snapped, "Ma'am, we never had time to sit down and philosophies about the afterlife. They never come back and that's all that matters."
Dean handed her a shovel and she gladly accepted it, happy to have an outlet for her frustrations. She didn't bother paying attention to Sam trying to placate Molly with a runabout answer about the afterlife. It didn't matter to her; they lived in the now and when it was her time to go? So be it.
