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Outside the house, Sam and Dean dig a grave for Mrs. Greeley. Isabeau puts out her hand for Dean to take, helping him out of the grave.

"So... So, if you manage to put Greeley to rest, too... What happens to them?" Molly asks from the porch of the house.

Sam begins placing the dirt in the grave, burying Mrs. Greeley. Dean glances at Isabeau before answering Molly, "Lady, that answer is way beyond our pay grade."

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

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

Isabeau sees that Dean's answer did not satisfy her, "After they let go of whatever's keeping them here, they... they just go. Hopefully, someplace better. No one knows." She might've died and went to heaven, but she wasn't a spirit, so she had no clue if they did end up going to heaven or hell.

"What happens when you burn their bones?" Molly asks.

Sam and Dean continue burying the body as Isabeau answers, "Umm... Well, my dad said that was like death for ghosts, you know? But... The truth is, we still don't know. Not for sure."

She looks over at Sam and Dean, "Guess that's why we all hold on to life so hard. Even the dead. We're all just scared of the unknown."

Molly crouches down besides the grave, "The only thing I'm scared of is losing David. I have to see him again." She pauses, "I have to."

Inside the house, Molly is pacing in one room, looking through the photo album while Sam, Isabeau and Dean are waiting in another room nearby. Sam sighs, "I think we should tell her about her husband."

"We can't." Dean says from his seat.

Isabeau has her arms crossed, leaning against the wall, next to one of the windows, "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." Dean gets up, facing both of them, "Look, I know you feel guilty, all right? But let's just stick to the plan. Let's get her out of here. Then we'll tell her."

Molly approaches them, "Tell me what?" Isabeau pushes off from the wall, all three of them looking at Molly.

"What aren't you telling me?" Molly asks, "It's about David. You know what happened to him."

Sam licks his lips, "Molly-"

"Sam, don't." Dean stops him. Isabeau exhales deeply, not happy about any of this. Sam glares at his brother.

"Don't what? Don't tell me because I'll mess up your hunt?" Molly asks angrily, walking up to them, "You don't care about me or my husband."

Isabeau unfolds her arms and shakes her head, "That's not true."

"Really? Then whatever it is, tell me, please." Molly begs.

Isabeau swallows, wanting to say something.

They hear a radio turn on, static, then the song 'House of the Rising Sun' begin to play. They all look toward the kitchen where the song is coming from.

"He's coming." Molly says.

"Stay with her. Beau, come with me." Dean orders.

Dean and Isabeau go cautiously towards the sound. They uncover the dusty radio that has powered itself on. Isabeau crouches down and finds a broken, frayed power cord.

Dean hears another noise, patting Isabeau's arm and both go toward the front door. It frosts over and the words 'SHE'S MINE' appear in the frost. Isabeau breathed out and she could see her breath in the air.

In the other room, Molly is standing by the window. Sam steps cautiously forward towards the next room when suddenly a figure crashes through the window behind Molly and grabs her. She screams as she is dragged outside.

"Dean! Beau! He's got Molly!" Sam shouts. Isabeau and Dean come running back.

They all leap through the window and chase them through the woods. They lose sight of them, and return to the house.

"This guy is persistent." Dean says.

"We gotta find Molly." Sam states, stopping when he notices the scrapbook on the table that Molly was going through.

"We gotta find Greeley's bones." Isabeau reminds them, "And, uh, no pressure or anything, but we got less than two hours before sunrise."

Sam looks through the photo album, "Hey."

Dean comes back over, him and Isabeau now looking at it, "What do you got?" He asks.

Sam reads the caption on a photograph, "'February 6, 1992.'"

"That was like two weeks before the accident, wasn't it?" Dean asks.

Sam nods, "Yeah. I mean, it looks like the hunting cabin, but... I swear there's a tree there right where they're standing." They all look up. "I should've thought of it." Sam scolds himself, exhaling sharply.

"What?"

"It's an old country custom, Dean. Planting a tree as a grave marker." Sam explains.

Dean stares at him, "You're like a walking encyclopedia of weirdness."

"Yeah. I know." Sam says somewhat bitterly.

Isabeau pouts, "Oh, don't listen to your brother. I like your weirdness." Isabeau comments, heading out ahead of them.

Sam's bitter expression falls into a smirk, sending Dean a knowing glance and following Isabeau.

Dean just shakes his head, following his brother and girlfriend.

In the hunting cabin, Molly is hanging from the ceiling by her wrists, "Where's David? What did you do to him?"

"You shouldn't worry about him anymore." Greeley growls out.

Tears pool in Molly's eyes, thinking the worst, "Oh, my god."

Greeley smirks, "You should worry about yourself."

Molly shakes her head, "I didn't do anything to you."

"Oh?" Greeley steps up to her, pointing a finger at her.

Molly groans as he runs a filthy hand over her face, "I know... I know about your wife. Hurting me won't bring her back."

"My wife is gone. All I got left's... hurting you." Greeley says as he slides a finger across her collarbone, slicing the flesh.

Molly screams, "P-Please. Just let me go."

"Go? You're not gonna leave. You're never... gonna leave." Greeley drags a finger across her belly, gouging deep. Molly screams in pain.

Sam, Isabeau and Dean approach the cabin from the outside, both brothers carrying shovels.

Isabeau unsheathes her iron machete, "I'm gonna go get Molly." As Isabeau heads inside, Sam and Dean begin to dig around the tree.

Inside, Greeley is approaching Molly menacingly when a machete slices through his head, causing him to dissipate and revealing Isabeau behind him.

Molly gasps, "Oh, thank god."

Isabeau grins, "Yeah, call me Isabeau."

Greeley appears behind Isabeau, who turns to face him. Greeley gestures with his finger and Isabeau cries out, a cut appearing on her cheek. She grits her teeth, her eyes glowing a fiery blue, "This guy's really pissing me off."

Greeley gestures again and Isabeau stands her ground, jerking back a step, but is able to push through Greeley's gesture. She chuckles, "Nice try, asshat."

Greeley growls, waving his finger again, pushing Isabeau back a few more steps, but isn't able to make her go flying.

Outside, Sam and Dean dig feverishly. They hit something hard and look down; it's bones. From inside, Isabeau yells, "Hurry up, Sam! Dean!"

Inside, Isabeau pushes forward, lifting her leg to send a swift kick across Greeley's face. He stumbles backwards, glaring at her.

Greeley reaches out, and a knife flies into his hand. He approaches Isabeau with the knife, catching her arm as she tries to swing her machete at him again. Isabeau catches Greeley's hand that was holding the knife, both of them struggling against each other's strength.

Outside, Sam empties a box of salt into the open grave as Dean empties a container of gasoline into the grave. Dean lights a match and drops it in.

Greeley freezes and rears back in pain, screaming, "No, no."

The corpse in the grave catches fire and burns.

Greeley bursts into flame, is consumed, and disappears. The knife falls to the floor with a thud, the blade lodged into the wood.

Isabeau walks over to Molly, swinging her machete, cutting Molly down. Molly stares at Isabeau, flabbergasted by what she just witnessed, "Thank-" She stops short, seeing Isabeau's fiery blue eyes.

"You're eyes." Molly whispers out.

"Oh!" Isabeau blinks, her eyes no longer glowing, "Yeah, um. I'll explain that later." She sheaths her machete giving Molly a sheepish smile.

Dean, Isabeau, Sam, and Molly approach the impala. Dean pats it lovingly, "Oh, baby, it's been a long night."

Dean drops his bag in the back, then hooks an arm around Isabeau's waist, placing a loving kiss on her lips. He pulls away and opens the driver side door for her. Isabeau smiles, sliding into the impala, sitting in the middle of the front seat. Dean then climbs into the driver's seat, closing the door.

Sam opens the back door for Molly, "All right. Let's get you out of here."

Molly shakes her head, "I'm not going anywhere until you tell me what happened to my husband."

"Molly…"

"All this time... I've been looking for him, and you knew that... You knew that Greeley killed him, didn't you? He's dead." Molly assumes.

"No, Molly. David's alive." Sam tells her.

"What?" Molly asks, "You're sure?"

Sam forces a smile and nods, "I'm sure. We'll take you to him. Come on."

Molly smiles in relief and she gets in the car.

They pull up in front of a nice suburban home with the lights on inside. "He's in that house, right there." Sam tells her.

Molly shakes her head, confused, "I don't understand."

Isabeau stares at the house, "You will."

They get out of the impala, Sam, Isabeau and Dean staying behind as Molly approaches the window. Inside is David, though he is older, wearing a bathrobe, and pouring a cup of coffee.

"That's... not... It can't be." Molly whispers out. Sam, Isabeau and Dean are watching Molly and they all look at each other.

David looks up and a woman in a bathrobe comes up to him, kissing him on the lips. "What's happening?" Molly asks, turning back to the three of them, "Who is that?"

"That's David's wife." Sam states and Molly turns around to look at the house again, then back to Sam and Dean. "I'm sorry, Molly. 15 years ago, you and your husband hit Jonah Greeley with your car. David survived." Sam explains.

"What are you saying?" Molly asks.

"We're saying there isn't just one spirit haunting Highway 41. There are two. Jonah Greeley and you." Dean answers.

Isabeau shoves her hands in her pockets, "For the past 15 years, one night a year you've been appearing on that highway."

Molly shakes her head in denial, "No, that's not possible. It was our anniversary... February 22nd-"

"1992." Isabeau finishes.

"Yes."

"Molly, it's 2007." Dean admits.

"Oh, god." Molly gasps.

The previous night.

Isabeau lays her head against Dean's shoulder, his free hand holding hers, "All right. Tell me about Highway 41." He asks Sam.

"12 accidents over 15 years. Five of them fatal, all of them happening on the same night." Sam answers.

Isabeau hums, "So what are we looking at... Interstate dead zone? Phantom hitchhiker? What?"

"Not quite. Year after year, witnesses said the same thing made them crash. A woman appearing in the middle of the road, being chased by a man covered in blood." Sam informs them.

Dean looks over, "Two spooks?"

Sam shrugs with a frown.

Sam, Isabeau and Dean find old newspaper articles referring to Molly and Jonah's deaths in the local library. The three shared a look; they were dealing with two spirits.

The three are sitting inside David's house, questioning David about Molly's death. "Now, where is Molly buried?" Isabeau asks politely, pussing up her fake glasses.

"She... she wasn't buried anywhere. She was cremated." David tells them.

The three walk out of David's house, all wearing their FBI garb. "So much for burning her bones." Dean grumbles.

"Yeah, but then what's keeping her here?" Sam asks.

Isabeau smiles sadly at Molly, "Some spirits only see what they want."

A few hours ago

Molly runs out onto the road, stopping the impala, "Stop! Stop!"

Dean slams on the breaks of the impala, "Holy-" Dean yells.

"You have to help me!" Molly begs.

Isabeau tilts her head at Molly, "Guys, I don't think she knows she's dead."

"Please!" Molly bangs on Sam's car window, "Open up! Please!"

Sam rolls down the window, "Okay, okay! All right, all right. Just calm down. Tell us what happened."

A few hours ago

"What are you gonna tell her?" Dean asks the two of them.

Isabeau shrugs, "The truth?"

Dean stares at her, "She's gonna take off running in the other direction."

A few hours ago

"Some spirits hold on too tight. Can't let go." Sam says to Molly while sitting on the bed in one of the rooms of Greeley's house.

"And Greeley?" Molly asks the three of them as they stand outside of David's house.

"Each year he punishes somebody for his death... ah, chasing them. Torturing them. And each year, that somebody is you." Sam says.

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

"Because you couldn't see the truth, Molly." Isabeau says.

"So that's why he won't let me off the highway. Because... I killed him. I killed us both." Molly realizes.

Molly sits on the steps as dawn approaches, "Why didn't you tell me when you first saw me? Why wait until now?"

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

"And you needed me for bait." Molly accuses Dean.

Sam shifts, "Well, we needed you."

"David."

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

"No, I have to tell him-" Molly stands up, looking at the house.

"Tell him what?" Sam asks, "That you love him? That you're sorry? Molly, he already knows that. Look, if you want to go in there, we're not gonna stop you."

"Yeah, but you are gonna freak him right out. For life." Dean says.

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

"What am I supposed to do?" Molly's voice breaks.

Isabeau swallows, a tear falling down her face, "Just... let go." Her voice slightly cracks, "Of David. Of everything. You do that... you'll move on." That's what she had to do when she died, or else she would've been a spirit.

Molly cries, "But you don't know where."

Isabeau shakes her head, "I have a feeling… a good one. But Molly, you don't belong here. Haven't you suffered long enough? It's time. It's time to go."

Molly nods sadly, then steps slowly away from the house. She turns her face upwards as the first light of dawn that creeps over the rooftops. Bathed in light, she becomes part of the light and vanishes.

Dean hooks his arm with Isabeau's. "I guess she wasn't so bad... for a ghost. You think she's really going to a better place?" He asks them.

"I hope so." Sam says.

"I guess we'll never know. Not until we take the plunge ourselves, huh?" Dean says. Isabeau smiles a little; she knew where they were going and it was a good place.

Sam reaches over and holds onto Isabeau's other hand, "Doesn't really matter, Dean. Hope's kind of the whole point."

"All right, Haley Joel." Dean smacks him in the shoulder, "Let's hit the road."

The three cross the road, breaking their formation and get back in the impala as a light rain begins to fall.

Finally got "Roadkill" done! "Heart", the next episode will be coming out sometime this week. I don't know when cause college is unpredictable and as an art student, I'm going to be pulling all nighters and it's only the first week so far. Also, please, please, go check out "Everything In-Between". It's a collection of short stories following Isabeau throughout the "Party of Three" main series. (Yes I said main, I two different versions of Isabeau's story lined up for the future.)

Inside "Everything In-Between" is a collection of fluff, angst, and, hey would you look at that, smut. I posted my very first smut last night, so please have mercy on my soul since it is my first time writing it.

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Hope you all enjoyed!