A/N: School has been kicking my ass but finals are almost here and gone so more chapters to come. Thank you for the patience. I'll hopefully have a new one soon.

SEAS 2 EP 38 ROADKILL

"So when we supposed to find this person?" Dean asked driving down the dark road.

"She should be here," Sam said looking out the side window.

"And this is the right time of the year right?"

"Yes, this is just like always. Trust me I checked and double checked."

"Well you better be right," Dean said. "That's all I'm sayin'."

"Dean! Look out!" Bridget shouted from the back seat

A woman shot out into the middle of the road waving her arms frantically. Dean slammed on his brakes. The car missed her by mere inches and she rushed to Sam's window banging on it. "You've got to help me! Please!"

"That's her," Bridget said quietly.

Sam nodded as he rolled down his window to speak to her. "All right. Calm down. Tell us what happened."

"I was in an accident," she explained as Sam got out of the car. Bridget climbed out of the back seat and stood near Dean listening to her. "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."

Dean sighed, "Did he look like he lost a fight with a lawn mower?"

"Yes…how did you know."

"Lucky guess," he mumbled.

"What's your name?" Bridget asked her, just to be sure.

"Molly," she said. "Molly Mcnarma."

Bridget exchanged looks with the other two. "We should probably take you back into town."

She shook her head, running her fingers through her hair, "I can't. I have to find David. He might have gone back to the car. Can we go there please?"

"Yeah," Sam nodded before Dean or Bridget could say anything. "Come on."

He led her back to the car. Bridget exchanged a look with Dean who seemed just as irritated as she did.

"It's right over here," Molly said leading the way through the dark woods. But there was no car, just a dented tree. Molly frowned. "I don't understand. I'm sure this is where it was. This…this doesn't make sense." She walked further to investigate.

"Guys we got to get out of here, Greeley could show up any second now," Bridget spoke low to them.

"What do we tell her?" Dean asked, looking at Sam.

"The truth?" Sam suggested.

Bridget snorted. "She'll take off running if we do that."

Molly was walking back and all three looked up at her. "I'm sure this is where it crashed. I don't know who would have taken it. It was totaled. You have to believe me."

"Molly listen," Sam started. "We believe you. But that's why we want to get you out of here."

"What about David?" She asked. "We have to get the cops."

"Cops," Dean nodded seeing his opportunity to get the hell out of there. "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."

She nodded. "Okay."

Bridget held the door open for her to the backseat then slid in next to her as Dean drove back the way they came.

"We're supposed to be in Lake Tahoe," Molly said out of the blue.

"You and David?" Bridget asked.

She nodded. "It's our five year anniversary."

"Hell of an anniversary," Dean snorted and Bridget smacked the back of his head, giving him a look.

Molly shook her head slowly, a sad expression going across her face. "Right before, we were having the dumbest fight. It was the only time we ever really argued... when we were stuck in the car."

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

Bridget reached over and smacked the back of his head, glaring at him the same as Dean did.

"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 asked.

Sam turned in his seat to face her, "Molly... We're gonna figure out what happened to your husband. I promise."

The radio became full of static and changed through channels. It stopped on a song, 'house of the rising sun'.

"Bridget…Sam…did either of you…" Dean trailed off hoping it was one of their kooky powers going haywire.

"It wasn't me," Bridget shook her head the same as Sam.

"I was afraid you'd say that," Dean sighed heavily. He was so hoping to get back to the city before the crazy ghost figured it out. Looked like their luck had run out.

"This song," Molly gasped staring at the radio.

"What?" Sam asked.

"It was playing when we crashed."

The radio crackled again and this time an eerie mans voice came across the static. "She's mine…she's mine…she's mine."

"What is that?" Molly asked petrified.

Bridget shook her head slowly and moved her eyes up to the road. Greely stood in the middle of it. "Shit! Dean look out!"

"Hold on," he yelled as he floored straight at him, passing through him.

Molly's eyes were wide. "What the hell just happened?"

"Don't worry," Sam told her. "Everything will be okay."

The car shuddered just then and came to a halt as it stalled. Dean tried the key again but the car was dead. "Spoke a little too soon."

Bridget opened the side door and stepped out, speaking to Sam as she moved towards him. "I don't think he's going to let her leave."

"Me neither," he shook his head.

"I can't believe this is happening," Molly ran her fingers through her hair, five minutes away from a panic attack.

Dean popped the trunk. "Well, it's happening."

She saw the arsenal in the trunk and started backing away, eyes wide in fear. "Well…thanks for helping, but I think I got it covered from here." She took off running and Bridget shook her head.

"I'm not going after her."

Sam grunted and hurried after her. "Molly! Wait. Wait a minute!"

"Leave me alone," she shouted.

"No," Sam caught up to her grabbing her arm to stop her. "You have to listen to me."

"Just leave me alone," she said and yanked her arm away, starting to turn away from him.

"It wasn't a coincidence that we found you," Bridget said having caught up to them pretty quickly for wearing heeled boots.

Molly froze, turning around slowly. "What do you mean?"

"We weren't cruising for chicks when we ran into you, sister. We got a chick and she's enough to deal with," he jerked his thumb at Bridget who glared at him. "We were already out here. Hunting."

"Hunting for what?" she asked confused.

"Ghosts," Bridget said with a shrug.

Sam stared at her wide eyed, shocked that she was so blunt. "Don't sugar coat it for her."

"You guys are nuts," she said shaking her head.

Bridget cocked an eyebrow at her, "About as nuts as a vanishing guy with his guts spilling out and his face deteriorating?"

"We think his name is Jonah Greeley. He was a local farmer that died 15 years ago on this highway.

She shook her head. "Just stop."

Sam continued, "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."

Molly snorted, "Now, I suppose this ghost made my car disappear, too."

"Crazier things have happened," Dean shrugged and Bridget nodded in agreement.

"You know what? I'm all filled up on crazy. I'm gonna get the cops myself."

Dean shook his head, "I don't mean to be harsh, but I don't think you're gonna get too far."

"What's that supposed to mean?" she asked feeling threatened.

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

Sam sighed heavily, "Molly, we're telling the truth. Greeley's not gonna let you leave this highway."

"You're…you're serious about this aren't you," she said slowly.

Bridget nodded her head. "Deadly serious."

"Every year, Greeley finds someone to punish for what happened to him. Tonight that person is you," Sam told her sadly.

"Why me?" she asked exasperated. "I didn't do anything."

Bridget bit her inner cheek to keep from spilling the rest. She figured this was enough for Molly to swallow at the moment. Sam consoled her. "Doesn't matter. Some spirits only see what they want."

"So you're saying this Greeley, he took my husband? Oh, god." She wrapped her arms around her stomach as if she'd be sick from the knowledge.

Sam put a hand on her shoulder, "Molly, look, we're gonna help, all right? But first, you got to help us."

"Help you how?" she looked up at him.

That's when Bridget and Dean smiled.

They continued through the woods until they came upon an abandoned looking cabin just ahead of them. "There. That's where I saw him," Molly pointed. As they approached it Bridget felt her necklace vibrate slightly against her skin. She looked around but saw nothing but trees. She shrugged it off. It was her brother after all.

Dean opened the door, no sign of Greely. Yet. "Must have been his hunting cabin."

Bridget scrunched her face at the sight of the blood stained table and rusted looking edge tools though she was sure it wasn't rust on the blades. "Seems like a real sweet heart. Romantic dinners, strolls on the beach…before he cuts your throat."

Sam came in behind her, "No markers or headstones outside."

"You're looking for his grave?" Molly asked.

"Uh huh," Sam nodded.

"Why?"

"So we can dig up the corpse and salt and burn it," Dean said looking at one of the jars on the table.

Molly snorted. "Oh. Sure. Naturally."

"It's a way to get rid of Greely," Bridget said.

Her eyes looked hopeful, "And that'll save David?"

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

Molly looked determined suddenly, "So how do we find it?"

Sam shrugged, "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 have a thousand acres. He could be buried anywhere on 'em."

She seemed shocked, "This is really what you guys do? You're like Ghostbusters?"

Bridget thought it over and nodded, "Yeah, you can say that. Those ghost were a lot nicer though."

"Minus the tacky jumpsuits," Dean added. "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."

"Someone's on their manstruation," Bridget mumbled following him outside with Sam and Molly taking up the rear.

"What are we looking for?" Molly asked from behind her.

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

"Good idea," she said.

In the distance they heard a voice. "Molly? Molly, help me?"

It sounded like a man's voice to Bridget. Next thing she knew Molly was running towards the voice calling out David's name.

"Dammit," Bridget mumbled and ran after her with the two brothers. She saw the deteriorating Greely grab her. Dean took aim and shot at him, causing him to disappear as Sam grabbed Molly.

"Hey? Are you all right?"

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

Sam calmed her down. "Don't worry. You'll see him again."

Bridget opened her mouth to say something, deciding this had gone on far enough and she needed the truth. But she noticed the broke brick road under her feet. "Hey guys," she pointed at the pavement. "Follow the creepy brick road."

Bridget and Dean led the way with Molly right behind them and Sam behind her so Greely couldn't nab her as easily. They rounded the corner to see a house creepier than the cabin.

"You know," Dean sighed. "Just once I want to find a nice house at the end of a road."

They entered the house after a quick survey to see if there was a headstone, but of course they had no such luck.

"You three check upstairs. See if you can find any notes or records telling us where he's buried. I'll just check down here."

"Why the three of us?" Bridget asked, not really liking having to be teamed up with Sam given she still felt raw from their break.

"Cuz the two of you equal one of me," he grinned.

"You're right," Bridget said dryly going up the stairs. "The two of us equal one of your appetite and double your intelligence."

They entered Greely's room on the left and found old photos and papers shuffled around a dresser and desk near the dust covered bed. Bridget leafed through some of the letters that were to Mrs. Greely. Who knew the creep was married. "Some letters here…to his wife…kinda romantic."

"For a serial killer," Molly added reading some. "How can someone so crazy be so sweet?"

"Spirits like Greeley are,uh... Like wounded animals. Lost. In so much pain, that they lash out," Sam explained looking through the photos of his happier life.

She looked up at him, "Why? Why are they here?"

"Well, there's some part of them that... That's keeping them here. Like their remains or, um... Unfinished business," Sam cleared his throat on the last part Bridget noticed.

"Unfinished business?" Molly questioned.

"Yeah. 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," Sam said. Bridget rolled her eyes at his attempts to hint it to her. She wasn't going to guess it. They were going to have to tell her at some point.

"You sound almost sorry for them," Molly said, not even getting a clue.

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

Dean entered the room on the last part, "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. There's nothing downstairs."

"Yeah, love letters to his wife but nothing about a grave yet," Bridget said putting down the papers.

Dean frowned and moved closer to the wall noticing it didn't look right, "There's something behind this." He moved a cabinet aside to reveal a door. He tried the door knob but it was closed. Dean turned around and back kicked it but it wouldn't give.

Bridget sighed, "Here let me." She put her hand on the knob and focused on the lock. With a breath out she heard it click and pushed it open.

"How did…?" Molly trailed off as Dean held his hand up.

"Trust me, it's best you don't ask. Besides is this really the weirdest thing about tonight?"

"You have a point," she shrugged and followed in behind them.

"Ughh…it smells like an old lady in here," Dean coughed.

Bridget pointed at the dead body hanging from the ceiling of an older lady, "And that would explain why. Well, now we know why nobody ever saw her again."

Molly seemed sad, "She didn't want to live without him."

Sam moved a chair over to the body, "Dean, give me a hand."

"You serious?" he asked shocked.

"We can't leave her like this," Sam told him getting up on the chair.

"Why not?"

"She deserves to be put to rest, Dean."

Dean grumbled and helped him get the body down. They both carried her outside and dug a grave while Bridget held the flash light with a smug smile.

"You know," Dean grunted lifting dirt. "You could help."

"Can't," she pointed at Molly. "Someone's got to stay with Molly."

"So... So, if you manage to put Greeley to rest, too... What happens to them?" she asked her.

"Lady, that answer is way beyond our pay grade," Dean told her getting out of the hole.

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

Dean shoveled dirt onto the body, "Well, they never come back. That's all that matters."

Sam shook his head, helping him out. "After they let go of whatever's keeping them here, they...They just go. I hope someplace better, but we don't know. No one does."

"What happens when you burn their bones?"

"Well, my dad used to say that was like death for ghosts, you know? But... The truth is, we still don't know. Not for sure," Sam said looking at Dean. "Guess that's why we all hold on to 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. I have to," she said.

Bridget exchanged a look with Sam wondering when he'd tell her the truth or if she'd have to do it for him.

Molly was pacing in Greely's room, looking through the albums as they watched her.

"I think we need to tell her," Bridget finally said.

"We can't," Dean said.

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

"It's for her own good," Dean said. "I know you feel guilty, but let's just stick to the plan. Let's get her out of here. Then we'll tell her."

Molly heard the last part as she approached them. "Tell me what? What aren't you telling me? It's about David. You know what happened to him."

Sam sighed, "Molly…"

"Sam, don't," Dean warned him.

"Don't what? Don't tell me because I'll mess up your hunt? You don't care about me or my husband," she said angrily.

"That's not true," Bridget said.

"Then what," she said. The radio in the corner came on as the same song from in the car played through. "Oh God…he's coming…"

Dean moved towards the radio and saw on the top of it spelled out in the dust were the words 'she's mine'. A crashing noise caused him to spin around as a figure broke through the window grabbing Molly and dragging her through it with him.

"Dammit, he got her," Bridget shouted going through the window to go after her, Sam and Dean not far behind.

Bridget stopped and looked around but there was no sight of either of them. "Now what?"

"Back to the house," Sam said. "We got to find where he's buried."

Dean shook his head as they entered inside, "This guy is persistent."

Sam started combing through the photo albums for a clue, "We got to find Molly."

Bridget corrected him looking through the papers, "We got to find Greeley's bones. And no pressure or anything guys, but we got less than two hours before sunrise."

Sam paused on a picture, "Hey," he showed it to them. "'February 6, 1992.'"

Dean calculated in his head, "That was like two weeks before the accident, wasn't it?"

"Yeah. It looks like the hunting cabin, but... I swear there's a tree there right where they're standing. Should have thought of it."

"Thought of what?" Bridget asked.

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

She snapped her fingers, "That jackass. He was trying to tell me."

"Who?"

"Derek. My necklace vibrated slightly outside the cabin near that tree. I didn't see Greely so I didn't think anything of it. But Derek was telling me that's where he was."

Dean shook his head and pointed at Sam, "You're like a walking encyclopedia of weirdness. Useful but weird," he pointed at Bridget. "And you, you're hot and you're dead brother comes in handy. You should listen to him."

She glared and smacked him upside the head.

He rubbed the spot. "What was that for?"

"He told me to do that," she said leaving the house. Sam chuckled following her.

"Ow, no he didn't," Dean asked rubbing the spot. "Did he…?"

"Okay, you two go get Molly," Sam said. "I'll get the body."

"I always get the fun stuff," Bridget sighed and followed Dean inside. He shot at Greely causing him to disappear.

"Oh thank God," Molly sighed.

"Call me Dean," he grinned and Bridget rolled her eyes and moved to cut Molly down only to be thrown into the wall by some unseen force. She slid down and got to her feet with a glare. "This guy is pissing me off."

She saw him appear behind Dean and cut his cheek open. A flash of anger went through her and Bridget got to her feet as Greely pinned Dean to the wall approaching him with a knife. She focused her energy on Dean and felt her necklace grow warm. With a mental yank, Dean fell to the floor, shoved by her abilities just as Greely jammed the knife into the wall where Dean's chest would have been. He turned glaring at her and froze bending in pain and bursting into flames.

Bridget cut Molly down and looked at Dean as he wiped the blood from his cheek. "Next time we dig up the body and he rescues the girl."

"Agreed and thanks for that. You do care for me," Dean nodded towards the wall.

"I didn't feel like sewing you shut," she smiled jokingly and walked outside. "Besides, I'd kill Sam without you."

They approached the Impala and Dean patted her hood lovingly. "Ohh baby, it's been a long night."

"All right. Let's get you out of here," Bridget said rolling her eyes at Dean and opening the door for Molly.

"I'm not going anywhere until you tell me what happened to my husband," she folded her arms over her chest.

"Molly…." Sam trailed off.

"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," she had tears in her eyes and this was the part Bridget was not looking forward to.

"No, he's alive," Bridget told her.

"What? You're sure?"

"I'm sure. We'll take you to him. Come on," Sam told her.

Smiling, Molly got into the car. Bridget shared an empathetic look with Sam before getting in after her and driving down the road to a nice suburban house. The lights were on inside, revealing a kitchen.

"He's in that house," Bridget pointed out the window.

Molly frowned. "I don't understand."

"You will," Sam said and got out of the car. Bridget let Molly out and closed the door behind her, staying a few steps behind so she could see for herself. They could see David in his robe handing a cup of coffee to another woman in a robe and giving her a kiss.

"That's not," Molly shook her head at the sight. "It can't be…What's happening…who is that?"

"That's David's wife. I'm sorry, Molly. 15 years ago, you and your husband hit Jonah Greeley with your car. David survived," Sam told her.

She frowned, "What are you saying?"

"We're saying there isn't just one spirit haunting highway 41. There are two. Jonah Greeley and you," Bridget said.

"For the past 15 years, one night a year you've been appearing on that highway," Sam continued.

She shook her head, "No. That's not possible. It was our anniversary... February 22nd..."

"1992," Bridget finished.

"Yes…"

"It's 2007, Molly," she told her sadly, kicking at a stone on the ground.

"Oh God…and Greely?"

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

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

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

"So that's why he won't let me off the highway. Because... I killed him. I killed us both," she said tears falling down her face.

"Why didn't you tell me when you first saw me? Why wait until now?"

Dean chuckled a bit, "You wouldn't have believed us."

"And you needed me for bait."

"Well, we needed you."

She looked up at the house. "David…"

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

"I have to tell him," she said.

"Tell him what? 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," Bridget said and gestured at the house.

"Yeah, but you are gonna freak him right out. For life," Dean added leaning on the Impala.

Sam touched her shoulder. "David's already said his good byes, Molly. Now it's your turn. This is your unfinished business."

"What am I supposed to do?"

"Just... Let go. Of David. Of everything. You do that... We think you'll move on."

"But you don't know where," she said quietly.

"No. But Molly, you don't belong here. Haven't you suffered long enough? It's time. It's time to go."

She nodded and stepped away from the house towards the sunrise. With one last look at the house she disappeared into the dawn. Bridget sighed, running a hand through her dark hair. "She wasn't so bad for a ghost…just lost. Think she's going to a better place?"

"I hope so," Sam said staring at the sunrise.

"I guess we'll never know. Not until we take the plunge ourselves, huh?" Dean said and got back into the car.

"Doesn't really matter, Dean. Hope's kind of the whole point," Sam said and got in the passenger seat.

"Okay, Haley Joel," Bridget said and tapped his shoulder. "Let's go get some coffee, please…and a shower would be awesome. You two smell like a grave and dead lady."

"Maybe because you made us dig," Dean said.

"It wasn't my idea to bury her," she pointed out, grabbing her sketch book.

"That's right," Dean said and smacked Sam's shoulder.

"What was that for?"

"Making me dig," Dean said.

Bridget smiled as she listened to the banter and opened her book to a drawing of a werewolf. For some reason it made her heart sink…but she had no idea why. She continued drawing a cabin and a film crew just outside the cabin that she had been working on as she listened to the two banter.