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A woman, Molly, runs through the woods away from the cabin. She staggers onto the road, where a car is approaching.

"Stop!" She screams out and stands in the middle of the road, hands out.

"Holy-!" Dean exclaims, slamming on the brakes and stops the impala just in front of her. Isabeau grabs onto both Sam and Dean's arms, hands clenching tightly to the material of their jackets.

"You've got to help me." Molly goes to the passenger's side and pounds on the window, which Sam rolls down. "Please. Please!" Molly begs.

"All right, all right. Calm down, calm down. Tell us what happened." Sam says calmly.

Sam, Isabeau and Dean have parked the impala by the road and all four are standing around it.

"I-I swerved, a-And we crashed. And when I came to, the car was wrecked and my husband was missing. I went looking for him, but that's when the man from the road, he... he started chasing me." Molly explains what happened to her, stuttering as she speaks.

"Did he look like he lost a fight with a lawn mower?" Dean asks her. Sam gives him a look.

"How did you know that?" Molly asks.

Dean shrugs, "Lucky guess."

"Ma'am, what's your name?" Sam asks.

"Molly. Molly McNamara." Molly answers.

Sam and Isabeau exchange a look with Dean. Isabeau clears her throat, "I think maybe you should come with us. We'll take you back into town."

Molly shakes her head, "I can't. I have to find David. He might have gone back to the car."

Isabeau smiles politely at Molly, "We should get you somewhere safe first. Then Dean, Sam and I will come back. We'll look for your husband."

Molly shakes her head again, more desperately this time, "No. I'm not leaving here without him. Would you just take me back to my car, please?"

Isabeau sighs, shoving her hands into her pockets as Sam and Dean share another look, "Of course. Come on." Sam says. All four get into the car; Molly in the backseat and the couple in their own usual seats.

The impala parks by the woods near the crash site. They get out and Molly leads them into the woods, "It's right over there."

They come upon the crash site, both Sam and Dean shining their flashlights, but the car is gone. Molly looks at the site in confusion, "I don't understand. I'm sure this is where it was. W-We hit that tree right there. This... this doesn't make any sense." She goes to investigate, out of earshot

When she's out of earshot, Sam turns to Dean, "Dean, we got to get out of here. Greeley could show up at any second."

Isabeau nods in agreement, looking at the woods all around her. Nature was talking to her, greeting her and also telling her to be cautious.

"What are you gonna tell her?" Dean asks.

Isabeau snorts, looking at her boyfriends, "The truth?"

Dean pauses, "She's gonna take off running in the other direction." In response, Isabeau just shrugs.

Molly looks up at the three of them, pointing to a tree nearby, "I know it sounds crazy, but I crashed into that tree. I don't know who could've taken it. It was totaled. Please. You have to believe me." She begs.

"Molly, listen, we do believe you. But that's why we want to get you out of here." Isabeau calls out to her.

"What about David?" Molly asks, "Something must have happened. I have to get to the cops."

Dean points at her, "Cops... that's a great idea. 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."

Sam and Isabeau nod in agreement.

Molly looks back at the tree for a quick second, "Okay." She nods and comes back up.

They drive down the road with Molly in the backseat. "We're supposed to be in lake Tahoe."

Sam was holding hands Isabeau, "You and David?" He asks Molly, glancing over.

Molly smiles faintly, "It's our five-year anniversary."

Isabeau blinks, "Hell of an anniversary." She then thought about it for a second. In another month or so, it will be a year since Isabeau started dating Sam and Dean. Technically their anniversary is coming up, though she doubts they would do anything to celebrate it.

Molly huffs out a small chuckle, "Right before, we were having the dumbest fight." She sighs, "It was the only time we ever really argued… when we were stuck in the car."

Sam laughs, "Yeah. I know how that goes."

Dean scowls at him and Isabeau snorts, pressing her free hand to her mouth to prevent herself from laughing.

"You know the last thing I said to him? I called him a jerk. Oh, god. What if that's the last thing I said to him?" Molly asks, distraught.

Isabeau closes her eyes briefly and let's go of Sam's hand. She turns to face her, "Molly… We're gonna figure out what happened to your husband. I promise."

Suddenly, the radio starts making odd noises, then plays 'House of the Rising Sun'. Isabeau turns back around as Dean frowns at it, "Did you- ?" He asks Sam, thinking it was hopefully another one of his pranks.

Sam stares down at the radio confused, "No."

"I was afraid you'd say that." Dean grumbles.

Molly leans forward, "This song…"

Dean glances over, "What?"

"It was playing when we crashed." Molly answers.

Isabeau presses her lips into a thin line, "Great." She whispers sarcastically while Sama and Dean look at each other fearfully.

The radio crackles again, and settles on another station. A creepy voice, Greeley's, can be heard, "She's mine. She's mine. She's mine."

"What is that?" Molly asks, frightened.

Greeley appears in the middle of the road. Dean floors it straight at him, "Hold on." Sam automatically pulls Isabeau into his arms, holding onto to her as they all stare at Greeley.

"What are you doing?!" Molly screeches.

Dean drives straight into Greeley, who vanishes in a puff of smoke. Isabeau pulls away from Sam's grip and looks over to the back window, Greeley is no longer there.

Molly gasps, "What the... What the hell just happened?"

"Don't worry, Molly. Everything's gonna be alright." Isabeau reassures her, fiddling with her rosary.

The impala begins to shudder. "I think you spoke a little too soon, Sweetheart." The impala coasts to a stop on the side of the road. Dean tries to start it again but the ignition sputters, "I don't think he's gonna let her leave."

All four exit the impala. "This can't be happening." Molly exclaims as they walk to the impala's trunk.

"Well... Trust me. It's happening." Dean says and he opens the trunk and starts pulling out weaponry.

Molly comes around and sees the arsenal, backs away slowly, "Well... Okay. Thanks for helping, but I think I got it covered from here."

Sam goes after her, "Wait. Molly, Molly, wait a minute."

Molly shakes her head, frightened, "Just leave me alone."

"No, no, no. Please. You have to listen to me." Sam begs.

"Just stay away." Molly repeats as she turns and starts to leave.

"It wasn't a coincidence that we found you, all right?" Sam admits as Dean and Isabeau walk up to him.

Molly stops and turns back, "What are you talking about?"

"We weren't just cruising for chicks when we ran into you, sister. We were already out here. Hunting." Dean says, earning a jab in the arm from Isabeau about the 'cruising for chicks' comment. Dean sends her an apologetic look.

Isabeau just shakes her head; she'll kick his ass later.

"Hunting for what?" Molly asks him.

Sam and Dean inhale, trying to come up from an answer while Isabeau shoves her hands into her jacket pockets, "Ghosts." She says.

"D... d... don't... Sugarcoat it for her." Sam says, exasperated. He stares at his girlfriend and she shrugs in response. Dean just shakes his head and makes his way down to the impala's trunk.

"You're nuts." Molly looks at them like they're crazy.

Dean turns back around to face Molly, "Really? About as nuts as a vanishing guy with his guts spilling out. You know what you saw." He goes back to refiling through the trunk.

"We think his name is Jonah Greeley. He was a local farmer that died 15 years ago on this highway." Sam explains, him and Isabeau walking up to her.

Molly shakes her head, "Just... stop."

Isabeau continues, "One night a year, on the anniversary of his death, he haunts this road. That's why we're here, Molly. To try and stop him."

"Now, I suppose this... ghost made my car disappear, too." Molly asks, not believing them.

Dean walks up to them, "Crazier things have happened, huh?" He pats Sam on the back.

Molly chuckles bitterly, "You know what? I'm all filled up on crazy. I'm gonna get the cops myself." She starts to walk again, but Isabeau stops her.

"I don't mean to be harsh, but I don't think you're gonna get too far." Isabeau calls out to her.

Molly turns back, "What is that supposed to mean?"

"Means that plan A was trying to get you out of here. Obviously that didn't go over too well with, uh, Farmer Roadkill." Dean explains.

Sam steps up to her, "Molly, we're telling the truth. Greeley's not gonna let you leave this highway."

"You're s... you're serious about this, aren't you?" Molly asks, her voice small.

"Deadly." Dean answers.

Isabeau shifts in her spot, "Every year, Greeley finds someone to punish for what happened to him. Tonight that person is you."

"Why me? I didn't do anything." Molly asks, tears coming to her eyes.

Isabeau frowns a little, "Doesn't matter. Some spirits only see what they want."

"So you're saying this... Greeley, he took my husband? Oh, god."

Sam places a hand on Isabeau's shoulder, "Molly, look, we're gonna help, all right? But first, you gotta help us." Sam says.

Molly sniffles, "Help you? How?"

Molly led them back to the cabin where she saw Greeley, "This is it. This is where I saw him."

Isabeau leads the way with a flashlight in one hand while Dean holds onto the other, carrying a rifle as well and carrying a bag over his shoulder, "Must have been his hunting cabin." Dean guesses.

Isabeau flashes her light around and sees vicious tools hanging, a bloodstained table, "Huh. Seemed like a real sweet guy." She comments, continuing to look around.

Sam comes inside the cabin with his own flashlight, "No markers or headstones outside."

"You're looking for Greeley's grave?" Molly asks, standing by the door.

"Yeah."

"Why?"

Dean looks over, still keeping a grip on Isabeau, "So we can dig up the corpse and salt and burn it."

"Oh." Molly nods, "Sure, naturally."

"It's a way to get rid of a spirit." Sam informs her.

"And that'll save David?" Molly asks.

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

"So how do we find it?"

Isabeau turns to them, letting go of Dean's hand so he can explore, "Uh, not sure. After Greeley died, his wife claimed the body. And that was the last anyone saw of her. So good guess she brought him back here. But they had a thousand acres. He could be buried anywhere on 'em."

She shares a look with Sam, "I couldn't go out and you know, see if I can find anything that you maybe missed?" She asks Sam. She could ask nature and ask where he was buried. That was the original plan anyway.

Just as Sam was about to answer, Molly asks them a question, "So this is really what you guys do? You're like Ghostbusters?"

"Yeah, minus the jumpsuits." Dean says, grabbing Isabeau's hand again, "Look, ladies. This is a fascinating conversation and all, but this highway is only haunted once a year, and we got till sun-up to wrap this thing up. What do you say we move it along, okay? Great." He says briskly, dragging Isabeau along with him.

They go outside and continue their search. Isabeau couldn't touch any trees or nature of any kind to ask her question on where Greeley was buried, since both of her hands were full. She didn't have to technically touch nature to listen to it, but it was more effective and clear when she did.

Dean and Isabeau head toward the back of the cabin as Sam and Molly continue on their own.

"What are we looking for?" Molly asks Sam.

"Greeley's house. Maybe he's buried there. Look for roads or paths or something. Stay close." Sam warns her.

"Yeah. Okay." Molly reluctantly agrees.

She stops, hearing a soft voice. Sam doesn't notice and keeps on walking.

"Molly? Molly, help me. Molly?" The voice says to Molly.

"David?" Molly asks, walking away from Sam completely, no longer near him. She goes in search of the voice. "David? David!"

Greeley appears and grabs her, making her scream. Molly is able to free herself form his grasp, falling to the woodland floor. As Greeley turns, Dean has his shotgun pointed directly at his face, "Whoops." Dean says and shoots Greeley in the head, causing him to dissipate.

Isabeau helps Molly up from the ground as Sam runs to them, "Hey! Are you all right?" He asks all of them.

"What has that son of a bitch done with my husband?" Molly shouts angrily.

Sam puts his hand out, "Just take it easy, all right? You're gonna see David again. You will."

"Hey!" Dean indicates the road ahead of them, "Follow the creepy brick road."

Isabeau huffs, "Yeah, and the Emerald City ain't waiting for us at the end of that road." She brushes past all of them, taking the lead and Dean follows close behind her.

Sam gestures to Molly to follow Isabeau and Dean, "Go ahead." Sam takes up the rear.

Molly points to Dean's shotgun, "That thing shoots rock salt?"

"Yep." Sam confirms.

"And plain salt keeps away spirits?" Molly asks.

Sam nods, "Simple remedies are always the best. In most cultures, salt's a symbol of purity, so it repels impure and unnatural things. Same reason you throw it over your shoulder. It's also used in a lot of wiccan rituals and spells."

Sam has had a hand in helping Isabeau out with her rituals many more times than Dean has. Sam was curious and wanted to understand Isabeau's craft better, so she taught him basically everything she knows.

Molly notices the machete strapped to Isabeau's thigh, "And what Isabeau has? How does that help?"

"Isabeau likes using a different method of dealing with spirits. Iron repels them as well so she has a machete made out of iron for dealing with them." Sam explains. Isabeau's main weapon besides her gun, was her duel machetes or a machete of any kind that helped with their hunt.

They round the corner and see a creepy house. "You know, just once I'd like to round the corner and see a nice house." Dean comments.

Sam, Isabeau and Molly enter the house while Dean stays outside to look around. The entire house was dusty and had an unpleasant odor to it. Isabeau turns when Dean enters the house.

Sam looks over as well and chuckles, "Any headstones outside?"

Dean places his bag on the old couch, "Yeah, right. Is it ever that easy?"

Sam sighs, "I guess not."

Isabeau nods, walking into the kitchen with the other behind her. She comes across a staircase and gestures to Sam and Molly, "You two check upstairs. See if you can find any notes or records telling us where he's buried. We'll just check down here."

Sam nods at her, "Right." He places a quick kiss on her temple before he and Molly go upstairs.

Sam opens a door, shotgun ready, but the room is strewn with papers, "Great." He sighs, crouching down and starts going through the papers.

Molly finds an old scrapbook by the window and opens it, "Look at this." She takes the scrapbook to the bed and sits down. Sam joins her. "It's Greeley and his wife." Molly says.

Sam takes the scrapbook from her and turns a few pages, landing on a handwritten sheet of paper.

Molly realizes what it is, "It's a love letter he wrote her. My god, it's beautiful. I don't understand how a guy like this can turn into that monster."

"Um…" Sam stutters, "Spirits like Greeley are, uh... like wounded animals. Lost. In so much pain that ... they lash out."

"Why? Why are they here?" Molly asks.

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

"Unfinished business?"

Sam nods, "Yeah... Uh, it could be revenge. 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."

Molly stares at him, "You sound almost sorry for them."

"Well, they weren't evil people, you know? A lot of them were good. Just... Something happened to them. Something they couldn't control." Sam explains.

"Sammy's always getting a little J. Love Hewitt when it comes to things like this. Me, I don't like 'em. And I sure as hell ain't making apologies for 'em." Dean says from the doorway, Sam and Molly looking over at him.

Isabeau walks into the room, giving Dean a warning look before looking at Sam and Molly, "There's nothing downstairs. You find anything?" She walks deeper into the room with Dean behind her, shining his flashlight around.

"Uh, just about every piece of mail or receipt they ever had. Looked through a couple, but nothing about a grave so far." Sam informs them.

Isabeau investigates a wall, tilting her head at it.

Sam notices, "What?"

Isabeau narrows her eyes, "There's something behind here." Dean moves closer and Sam gets up from his spot, walking over.

She moves a cabinet aside, revealing a small hidden door. She pokes at it, getting a sick feeling in her stomach, "It's locked from the inside." She grunts out, trying to stop herself from getting sick.

Dean places a hand on her shoulder, "You good?" He whispers.

Isabeau nods, "Yeah, just. Can you do it? I feel like I'm gonna be sick."

Dean nods, moving her to Sam's side and turns his back to the small door. He throws a back kick at the door, which does nothing. He looks at it, surprised, then braces himself and kicks harder. The door falls inward.

Isabeau hands Dean his shotgun and all of them crawl through behind him. Once in the room they brush away cobwebs to stand up.

Dean grimaces as he looks around, "It smells like old lady in here." He looks around to find a corpse hanging by the neck from the ceiling, "And that would explain why. Well, now we know why nobody ever saw her again."

Isabeau stares sadly at the corpse, "She didn't want to live without him."

"Dean, give me a hand." Sam picks up a chair as if to take down the corpse.

Dean gives him a questioning look, "Really?"

Molly looks back and forth between the brothers, "What are you gonna do?"

"We can't leave her like this." Sam says.

"Why not?" Dean asks.

Isabeau stares forward, deadpan and wacks Dean in the back of head, "She deserves to be put to rest, Dean."

Dean looks at Isabeau with a pout. She stares at him, daring him to argue with her. He looks away, still pouting a little, but reluctantly agrees.

Sam stands on the chair and begins to cut through the rope as Dean steadies the corpse, "Son of a…" Dean trails off, grimacing at the smell, or the horribleness of holding a corpse. Probably both.