It's midnight and I'm really sick and have nothing else to do but homework, so naturally I poured myself a bowl of cereal, grabbed a huge water bottle, and will get through this episode if it kills me!

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Disclaimer: Alright, not even going to bother. If I owned these boys, they would not have made this 8th season start out so icky.

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Instantly, all attention was fixated on the radio as it began fritzing again. Kate stilled in her seat, listening intently to the quiet radio up front, until a voice began coming through.

"Sh… ne…" It whispered, deep and hollow as the grave. "She… ine… SHE'S MINE."

Sam couldn't help his heart speeding up a bit, as it always did in this kind of situation. The voice of the ghost came through perfectly, and it was mad. Those words, "she's mine", made his stomach drop and he knew they would be in some trouble. Looking over at Dean, he appeared to be thinking the same. He glanced back at Kate in the backseat, who was visibly tense and leaning forward, her eyes telling him that her mind was working through the situation like a puzzle. He hoped she'd be ok, wanting to assure her that she'd be ok, and nothing would happen to her. He hoped she wasn't too scared.

"What is that?" Molly asked, pale and clearly off balance. Everyone was silent, unsure how to explain.

The man standing in the middle of the road seemed to help them out, as they looked up and instantly forgot the voice over the radio. Dean, trying his best to keep calm for the group, knew exactly what he needed to do.

"Hold on." He warned briefly, before pressing his foot sternly on the gas. Sam and Kate took one glance and knew the plan. Thrust back in their seats, they braced themselves, Kate pulling slightly on Molly as she screamed.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" The frightened woman couldn't understand what was happening. Was this guy crazy? The car obediently sped up, the engine roaring in might and majesty, as she tore through the gruff and bloodied man, who then disappeared in a puff of black smoke.

The passengers all huffed, turning back to ensure their new-found safety. Kate peered sternly through the back window and, satisfied she saw no one, gave her brothers a brief nod. It was all clear. While they were tensed up and ready for another encounter, Molly was just beside herself, trying to process what had just happened.

"Was it…" She gasped, trying desperately to wrap her mind around the horrific situation. "What was that? What the HELL just happened?" Sam spoke up, quick to reassure her.

"Don't worry, Molly." He said steadily. "Everything's going to be alright."

Kate nearly groaned at his words. When would he learn? You never say a phrase like that on a hunt, it's almost as bad as "what could possibly go wrong?"

As if to punctuate her thoughts, the ever reliable Impala began a dreaded sputtering sound that immediately had everyone on edge. Dean almost had a heart attack, hearing the sound of his baby suffering.

"Think you spoke a little too soon, Sammy."

With no other viable options before him, Dean pulled the car over to the side of the icy road, being careful of the shaking vehicle to ensure no further damage. Twisting the key in the ignition, he listened as she gasped and choked, trying to wake up and go, but to no avail. He silently prayed to whatever governed the universe to please just heal his baby and let them go, but when have they ever been able to catch a break? Finally, he gave up.

"I don't think he's gonna let her leave." He said quietly. Everyone was silent, Molly pulling herself back to the seat and trying not to wallow in the hopelessness of her situation. Kate looked at her once, before turning away and pressing a hand to her eyes, contemplating the puzzle before them. All three hunters had one question on their minds.

How would they get out of this?

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"This can't be happening." Molly stated as the group exited the car, Dean immediately heading for the trunk, Sam stopping only to help Kate out.

"Yeah, well." Dean stated, shrugging and opening the back. "Trust me, it's happening." He made the final turn of the key and lifted it open, then carefully lifted the false bottom underneath, revealing the treasured assortment of guns, knives, powders, etc. Kate stood in awe of the arsenal, amazed at the sheer number of amazing tokens were in there. She'd never seen anything like it, there had to be something in there for every kind of creature. Though, she supposed, that was the idea.

While Kate was awe-struck and the boys were loading up, Molly froze at the sight. Kate glanced up and cringed at the look on her face as she began slowly stepping back. She silently shoved Sam a little, nodding her head in Molly's direction. He immediately saw her expression, looking back between her and the trunk, and mentally cursed.

"Well…" Molly said quietly, "Ok, thanks for helping, but I think I've got it covered from here…" Sam cringed and Dean looked annoyed. Of course, they really shouldn't have expected any different from a civilian. Sam stepped forward.

"Wait, Molly!" He said, pleadingly. "Wait, just wait a minute-"

"Just leave me alone-"

"No no no, please, you have to listen to me-"

"Just stay away!" She said firmly, turning her back to them. As she began walking away Kate frowned and sighed. Sam spoke up.

"It wasn't a coincidence that we found you, alright?" Molly froze, turning slowly back to the trio. Dean and Kate glanced at each other and stepped up beside Sam, ready to back him up.

"What are you talking about?" She said, suspicion and dread evident in her voice.

"We weren't just cruising for chicks when we ran into you, sister." Dean stated casually. Kate frowned and glared at him, but he ignored her. "We were already out here, hunting."

"…Hunting for what?" She replied cautiously. Sam looked like he wasn't sure how to go about this, looking for any way to soften the oncoming blow…

So Dean stepped up instead.

"Ghosts." He said flatly. Sam and Kate gaped at him, while Molly just froze, staring at the three, thinking they must be joking. Kate sighed, exasperated.

"Sure, don't sugar coat it for her!" She exclaimed to Dean's retreating back. He gave a small wave back as he loaded his pistol. She rolled her eyes.

"You're nuts." Molly stated. Kate turned back to her, eyebrow raised.

"Really?" She asked. "About as nuts as a vanishing guy with his guts spilling out." She shrugged, wincing slightly at her own tone. Alright, maybe she needed to calm herself a little, she thought noting Sam's disapproving glare. She tried not to flinch, simply turning back to Molly. Dean shrugged, silently laughing at Kate's observation.

"You know what you saw." He pointed out. Sam sighed, looking back and clearing his throat.

"We think his name is Jonah Greely." He explained, stepping cautiously closer to the distressed woman. "He was a local farmer that died fifteen years ago on this highway-"

"Just… St-stop-"

"One night a year, on the anniversary of his death, he haunts this road." He explained gently, taking in her pale face and frightened eyes. "That's why we're here, Molly, to try and stop him." Molly shook her head at Sam and his big, sweet puppy dog eyes.

"Now… Now I suppose this ghost made my car disappear too?" She said, with slight sarcasm and disbelief. Dean shrugged.

"Crazier things have happened." He replied casually, giving Sam a light slap on the shoulder and an amused look, which Sam certainly did not return. Molly laughed.

"Ok, well I am totally filled up on crazy." She said, stepping back again. "I'm going to get the cops myself."

"I don't mean to be harsh, but I don't think you're going to get too far." Dean answered. She stopped, and Kate glared, resisting the urge to smack the older man upside the head.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"It means that plan A was trying to get you out of here." He said calmly. "Obviously, that didn't go over too well with Farmer Roadkill…" Molly stared incredulously at the trio. Finally, Kate stepped up.

"Molly, we're telling the truth." She said softly. "Greely isn't going to let you leave this highway." She and Molly looked at each other, the older woman unable to say anything for a moment. Kate knew that it was one thing to hear the story from some twenty something year old men, and another entirely to hear it from a young girl. Something about the empathy of it made it more believable. The youngest Winchester didn't pretend she understood what, only that it seemed to work.

"You're… You're serious about this, aren't you?" Molly asked. Kate nodded.

"Deadly." Said Dean. Sam and Kate tried not to wince at the horrible pun, Sam instead turning and sending Dean a look.

"Every year, Greely finds someone to punish for what happened to him." Sam started cautiously. "Tonight, that person is you." Molly's jaw dropped.

"Why me? I didn't do anything!" She said harshly. Kate winced.

"Doesn't matter." Sam said, shaking his head. "Some spirits only see what they want. " Molly seemed to process this for a minute.

"So… You're saying that this Greely took my husband?" She asked, fear lacing her voice. The question left the three hunters in silence, unsure of what to say. Needless to say, Molly did not take this well.

"Oh God…" She gasped. Kate shook out of her stupor, walking toward her and putting and arm around her.

"Look, Molly, we're going to help, ok?" She said, reassuringly. Molly sniffed in response.

"But first, you've got to help us." Sam finished. Dean nodded, watching as Kate tried to console the grieving woman.

"Help you?" She asked. "How?"

Sam, Dean, and Kate looked at one another, before nodding slightly. Dean's thoughts bounced from the hunt to the girl consoling the distraught blonde, silently contemplating the scene of her talking soothingly to her and trying desperately to make her smile. She smiled herself, one that he read to have hope spilling through, hoping to infect others with it. She didn't seem monstrous in that moment, certainly not dangerous. But then again, he couldn't be too sure yet.

Shaking himself from these thoughts, he glanced at Sam and nodded.

It was time to get moving.

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The rotting wood cabin seemed all too familiar to the experienced members of the group, but it never failed to send a shudder down Kate's spine. Sure, she'd done routine salt and burns before, and there was almost always a creepy, run-down house involved, but that didn't mean that she didn't get the creeps anyway. The current spook-fest location stood daunting in front of them, looming in the shadows of a once peaceful and beautiful area, turned cold and gloomy by death and neglect.

Molly stepped in the doorway first, peering in cautiously.

"This is it." She said. "This is where I saw him."

Dean slid in past her, flashlight out and directing inside. It seemed to him like any other creepy house he'd ever been in, only this one didn't seem to be a house at all. Chains dangled from the ceiling, the walls lined with assorted knives and weapons.

"Must have been his hunting cabin." He mused aloud. He stepped inside and began further investigation, silently hoping his brother was making progress outside.

Meanwhile, Sam and Kate wandered outside, flashlights glued to the ground, looking for any sort of grave marker or some sign that their target was near. Sam kept glancing back at his sister, whose eyes were searching, but he could tell her mind was elsewhere.

"You alright back there?" He asked suddenly. Kate snapped her head up to meet the sound that startled her out of her thoughts, meeting her brother's eyes and noting the confusion in them. She smiled.

"Yeah, I'm fine." She said. He kept staring at her, and finally shook his head, smiling.

"Kate," he said, stepping toward her. "You know it's ok to be scared, right?" Kate raised an eyebrow and almost laughed.

"I'm sorry, what?" She choked, smiling and barely able to hold back laughter. Was he really mistaking her silence for fear? Of a measly ghost no less? She wasn't sure whether to be laughing or slapping him for the insult. She had experience, and while she got creeped out on occasion, she was not scared of a restless spirit. Sam just didn't seem to get that.

"This is a weird case, and this ghost is pretty violent from what we can tell. It's ok if you're scared, no one thinks any less of you." He answered, smiling and placing his hand on her shoulder. She shook her head.

"Thanks, but I'm honestly not." She giggled. "But by all means, Sam, if you are, I can hold your hand for you." She winked at her older brother, unable to hold in some of the laughter. Sam gaped at her in surprise before chuckling himself.

"Yeah, whatever. Come on, there's nothing out here." He brushed past her as she nodded, and the two retreated into the cabin.

As she stepped inside, Kate immediately noticed the deathly aura of the room. Between the chains and weapons, it was already depicted like the set of a horror movie, but the blood on the table made everything much more real. Especially since it seemed as though that blood were fresh.

"There's no grave markers or anything outside." She reported. Dean nodded stiffly.

"You're looking for Greely's grave?" Molly asked. Kate nodded. "Why?"

"So we can dig up the corpse and salt and burn it." Dean answered nonchalantly. Sam looked at his brother in surprise. Something was up with him on this hunt, and he had to find out soon exactly what. He wasn't being himself, and that was something Sam certainly did not like.

"Oh. Sure, naturally." Molly replied sarcastically. Kate smiled a small, sympathetic smile.

"It's a way to get rid of a spirit." She said.

"And that'll save David?" Molly piped up immediately. Kate cringed.

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

"So how do we find it?"

"Uh, not sure." He said, still glancing around and hoping for any possible clue to jump out to him. "After Greely died, his wife claimed the body and that's the last anyone saw of her so good guess she brought him back here but there's a thousand acres, and he could be buried anywhere on them."

"So this really what you guys do." Molly said disbelievingly. "You're like Ghostbusters." Kate snorted and clasped a hand to her mouth to hold back the giggles. Dean glared a little before turning back to Molly.

"Yeah, minus the jumpsuits." He snapped. "Look lady, this is a fascinating conversation and all, but this highway is only haunted once a year and we've got 'til sun up to wrap this thing up. So what do you say we move it along, ok? Great." He pushed between the two girls harshly, exiting the cabin with a practically tangible air of impatience. Kate outwardly winced, remembering exactly why he was being this way. It was all because of her. He didn't believe her, didn't believe she was who she said she was and really, she couldn't blame him. She barely believed it herself.

Sighing in exasperation, she directed Molly to follow the eldest Winchester, and followed close behind, ignoring Sam's slightly concerned and confused look for now.

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The air outside seemed to be reflecting the mood of the evening, cold and dark. Even the moon barely lit the place, allowing for the flashlights to be the only source of light in the dreary place.

"What are we looking for?" Molly asked. Kate resisted the urge to roll her eyes. Really? Hadn't she just asked that? It seemed like they were playing twenty questions, except instead of twenty, there were a hundred. So she was grateful when Sam spoke up.

"Greely's house." He said wearily. "Maybe he's buried there, so look for a path or road or something. Stay close." The last order was confirmed with a stiff nod from Molly. Sam glanced back at Kate, his eyes giving her the same order. She smiled and nodded, pointing at Dean, silently communicating.

I will, but Dean needs back up. I'll stay with him.

This seemed to satisfy Sam, so he nodded and turned back to the ground, searching through the trees and brush for any sign of a path, with Molly practically attached behind him.

Kate sighed and turned to the older brother. He was currently bent by a dead tree, peering through the rotting wood with more force than was clearly necessary.

"Any luck there?" She asked casually. Dean fought the urge to roll his eyes.

"If I had, don't you think I'd have said something?" He replied. Kate winced, mentally cursing her stupidity.

"Alright, I had that coming." She said with a sigh. "Look, Dean I-"

"Save it." He interrupted, turning around to glare at her. She closed her mouth and watched him, meeting his eyes and allowing him the chance to speak. He glared at her, arms crossed in front of his chest, his posture screamed mistrust and anger. Kate stared back, trying to convey to him what she was trying to say. Finally, he sighed.

"Look, I don't know who or what you are, but you better listen close, sweetheart." He scowled dangerously. "You don't know anything. Our father, mine and Sam's, was a great man. He was brave and smart, and he would never have done something so stupid and sick. So I don't know where you got your story from, but it has way too many holes. So what are you: a shapeshifter? Ghoul? Demon-"

"Stop it!" Kate snapped, eyes gleaming with unshed tears. "I don't deny that your father may have been all you say he was, but that doesn't mean he's not my father too. Everyone makes mistakes. Bobby confirmed it! It's in his journal, I'm a real person, it all checks out! You don't believe I'm human?" She rolled the sleeve up off her right arm, holding it out to the man. "Go ahead, I know you have everything you need. Give me every test. I'll do anything."

Dean eyed her suspiciously, glancing down at the pale, open arm she held to him. His hunter's instinct immediately called on every piece of knowledge he knew to figure out how to diagnose what she was. Holy water, silver, salt, all of it. However, a small part of him hesitated, yelling in the back of his head that maybe this wasn't necessary. Maybe it was really true, and all these years of hunting made him paranoid… Though, the paranoia had kept he and his brother alive for many years.

Before he could respond, a cry of surprise and fear erupted in front of them.

"Sorry, you'll have to wait." Dean said cheekily, turning and running toward the sound. Kate followed close behind.

The screams were definitely Molly, no doubt about it. As they burst onto the scene, Dean immediately cocked his gun and aimed for the bloody, rugged man whose arms were wrapped around the screaming young woman. As it looked up, Dean muttered a 'whoops' and fired, the man disappearing once more in a puff of black smoke.

Kate immediately went to Molly, who was visibly shaken and pale, sitting on the ground in complete shock. Grasping her hand and pulling her to her feet, she steadied the panicked girl.

"Are you alright?" She asked. Molly nodded, suddenly irate.

"What has that son of a bitch done with my husband?" She growled, menacingly. Kate wasn't sure how to respond, so once again she was relieved when Sam ran in.

"Woah! Alright, just take it easy." He reassured her, breathing heavily from running. "You will see David again, alright? You will."

"Hey." Dean piped up, flashlight beaming ahead. Kate squinted and almost cheered when she caught sight of the dark but slightly clear pathway now visible. "Follow the creepy brick road."

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"You know, just once I'd like to turn the corner and see a nice house." Dean pointed out. Sam silently agreed, dreading whatever they'd find in the old, rotting house they'd come upon, looking just as gloomy and creepy as the cabin they'd only left a few minutes ago.

Kate walked into the house first this time, as Sam and Dean began their inspection of the outside, with Molly close in tow behind her. The place was trashed, broken glass and rotting wood everywhere, with strange spray painted symbols on the walls. It was obvious that the place was abandoned, and the local teenagers must have come out here at some point looking for a hang out. As she looked around, Kate felt a pang of sympathy for the place, as it looked to have at one time been a comfortable and inviting home.

"So, Kate…" Molly suddenly spoke up, snapping Kate out of her thoughts. "You're a hunter too, right? Like Sam and Dean?" She sighed and smiled.

"Well, kind of." She answered reluctantly. "I'm not nearly at their level, but I am a hunter, yeah." She cringed when Molly's face melted to pity.

"But you look so young-"

"Yeah." Kate interrupted. "I get that a lot." She turned back to her work, until she heard the screen door slam shut and the heavy sounds of boots scuffing the floor.

"No headstones outside." Sam reported tiredly. Dean scoffed.

"Is it ever that easy?" Without waiting for a reply, he walked through the large doorway into the kitchen. Kate followed, eyes open and searching for any kind of clue. Catching sight of something in her peripheral vision, she turned to her right, and was immediately emboldened by what she found.

"Hey guys." She called out. "I'm going to head upstairs. Anyone coming with?" Sam stepped forward, and Kate was slightly happy to know her brother would come with her, before he turned and started talking to Molly.

"Molly, why don't you go with Kate." He said, to Kate's annoyance. "See if you guys can find some notes or records or something while Dean and I check out down here."

The two carefully began their ascent. Once they were out of sight, Sam cleared his throat.

"So, Dean." He began. "Everything ok with you?" Dean rolled his eyes and looked at his brother.

"Really? Now is a good time for this?" He replied incredulously. Sam sighed.

"Alright, fine." He conceded. "But we will have this conversation."

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Meanwhile, the floor upstairs was covered in wall to wall papers, documents ranging from newspaper articles to handwritten to-do lists scattered the floor. Sorting through them all was going to take time, something that they simply didn't have. Rubbing her temples at the thought of the oncoming headache, Kate stooped to the floor and began picking up random pages and skimming them, hoping to find some source of information. Molly seemed to pick up on the idea, opening an album she'd spotted on the other side of the room on the desk by the window. As she opened it up, blowing the dust that caked it aside, she gasped.

"Kate, look at this." She said urgently. Kate looked up and eyed the ancient book wearily, rising to her feet and stepping lightly toward the bed by the door. They both sat down and looked at the strange album. "It's Greely and his wife."

Flipping through the pages, Kate found herself fascinated by the life she saw unfolding before her. One photo showed Greely, smiling and happy with a beautiful woman standing beside him, the two of them holding one another in front of the cabin they had been through a short time ago. It seemed odd to her, that a place once so quaint had turned to this run down and sad place. She turned the page again, this time finding a long, handwritten page. She squinted, trying to decipher the writing.

"It's a love letter he wrote her." Molly clarified. "My God, it's beautiful…"

It was, in reality, the most beautiful thing Kate had ever read. It tore her heart to read the words of this man, who was once so in love. His vows to love his wife forever, and to always be true, it was all painting such a vivid picture of a wonderful life that it made her want to cry.

"I don't understand how a guy like this can turn into that monster." Molly stated, voice thick with unshed tears. Kate gaped at her, at first angry, then understanding. Molly didn't know the things she knew, she couldn't make judgements. So she bit her tongue and re-thought her words.

"Molly, you have to understand." She began. "Spirits, they're a lot like wounded animals. Lost, and in so much pain that they lash out…"

"Why?" She asked. "Why are they here?" Kate snorted.

"Well, that's the age old question isn't it?" She replied. "It seems like there's some part of them that's keeping them here, like their remains or… Unfinished business…"

"Unfinished business?" Molly repeated, a strange and slightly disgusted look on her face. Kate bit her lip. This was one of the most uncomfortable conversations she'd ever had.

"Yeah, um…" How to put this… "It could be revenge, or it could be love, hate… Whatever it is they just hold on too tight, and can't let go. So they're trapped, caught in the same loops… Replaying the same tragedies over and over…"

"You sound almost sorry for them." Molly pointed out. Kate shrugged.

"Wouldn't you be?" She pointed out. "They weren't evil people, a lot of them were good, just… Something happened to them, something they couldn't control…"

"Jeez, it's normally Sammy that gets all J Love Hewitt when it comes to things like this." Kate jumped and spun around when she heard Dean's voice, blushing a little in embarrassment. Great, how was she going to prove herself to Dean if she kept spouting off stuff like this about their target? "Me? I don't like them. And I sure as Hell ain't making apologies for them." He finished, shifting his gaze a little to Kate. She couldn't read it, but put her head down, pretending to study the album so she didn't have to read the disappointment or suspicion in his eyes again.

"There's nothing downstairs." Sam said, pushing past his brother and looking to Kate. "Did you find anything?" Kate snorted.

"Yeah, just about every piece of mail and receipt they ever had." She answered. "Looked through a couple, but nothing about a grave so far…" Her voice trailed off as she noted Dean peering behind the furniture.

"Dean, what's up?" She asked curiously. He knocked on the wall, reaching behind a dresser and straightened up.

"There's something back here. Sam, help me out." Sam nodded, and the girls watched as the brothers slid the furniture out of the way, giving way to what appeared to be a door. Eyeing it curiously, everyone inched closer as Dean knocked on it several times, pushing it with no luck.

"It must be locked on the inside." Mused Sam. Kate chuckled and stepped forward.

"I got this one." She stated confidently. Sam raised an eyebrow as she strode over, and turned her back to the door. Before he could ask what she was up to, she raised her foot and gave a good strong kick. The loud bang resonated for a moment, and made Molly jump. Kate smiled in apology, then gave another kick. The small wooden door couldn't take it, and swung open with a slam to the wall inside. Grinning triumphantly, she looked up at Sam who smiled in approval and surprise. Next to her, Dean raised an eyebrow, and said nothing. She stepped aside so he could crawl through first, and smiled when she caught him muttering.

"Maybe it's worth keeping you around…"

Her heart gave a jolt in surprise and pleasure, hope blossoming once more. Could he mean it? Had she shown him something that peaked his interest in maybe trusting her? Before she could think any more of it, she reached the other side of the door.

"It smells like old lady in here." Dean said. Kate wrinkled her nose as the smell hit her. True, it had that distinctive scent, but there was something else to it too… And the hanging skeleton to her left explained why. The scent of Death permeated the place.

She couldn't hear comment from Dean, or gasp from Molly. All she could see was the poor woman in front of her, rotted down to old bones and long, silver white hair. The cobwebs that massed in huge chunks attached themselves anywhere they could, only adding to the horror of the tragedy in front of them. Here was a woman who was so caught in her grief, she saw nothing worth living for. Her one and only love was so cruelly taken from her, and that ate away at Kate's heart. Nothing was more horrible than losing a loved one, but it had to have been sheer torture to have lived through losing the one she loved so unexpectedly. She felt Sam brush past her, moving toward the skeleton hanging by a thick rope around her neck. She could vaguely make out words being passed between the two boys, but she ignored them. As Sam stood on the chair, she instinctively went to the body, and wrapped her arms around it, preparing to catch the now long dead woman when she fell, ready to give her the proper burial she deserved.

Dean looked away from the sight of his baby brother cutting down the body, but only when he saw Kate step toward her, with tears running down her cheeks.

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Dean dug without a word, until finally the make shift grave was done. It was only about four feet deep, but it was good enough to bury the woman and be done with it. As Sam lay the woman's body inside, he chanced a glance at Kate, who had been silent and unmoving the whole time. He briefly wondered if this was the first time she'd seen the body of an innocent, un-plagued by the supernatural. He cringed at the thought. Seventeen seemed to young an age to experience this crap, especially by herself. Just looking at her, he could see the lost and pained expression on her face, and for some reason it hit him right in his heart. Maybe something was trying to tell him that he was wrong, for in that moment she seemed far too rawly human to be anything else.

"So…" Molly said, interrupting his thoughts and catching the three hunters' attention. "If you manage to put Greely to rest too, what happens to him?" Sam didn't answer as he began tossing the dirt back over the dead woman in the grave, all too ready to just lay her to rest and be done.

"Lady, that answer is way beyond our pay grade." Dean answered cheekily. Molly raised an eyebrow.

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

"Well, they never come back, that's all I know." He answered, shrugging. "That's all that matters."

Molly seemed a tad disturbed by this, and Sam noticed, rolling his eyes once again at his big brother's lack of sensitivity.

"After they let go of whatever's keeping them here, they just go." He answered as Dean continued burying the body. "I hope someplace better, but we don't know. No one does."

"What happens when you burn their bones?" She asked. It seemed an innocent question, but it was one that made Kate stiffen. She had asked the very same of a few hunters previously, and none of them could give her an answer. Now she was curious. Sam grimaced.

"Well, my dad used to say it was like death for ghosts, you know?" He answered, still clutching the shovel. "But the truth is, we still don't know. Not for sure." Molly seemed saddened by this, crouching down beside the grave and staring in.

"I guess that's why we hold on to life so hard." Kate said quietly. "Even dead… We're all so scared of the unknown." The boys eyed each other and their sister silently, making mental notes for the serious conversations they'd no doubt be having later.

"The only thing I'm scared of is losing David." Molly said confidently. "I have to see him again… I have to."

No one said a word after that, the boys finishing the burial and everyone silently mulling in their own thoughts, unsure what could be said or done. For now, they would focus on this task, this one seemingly menial task that seemed to mean so much, and then they would tackle the rest.

But for now, they paid their respects to a woman they never knew, as the final shovel full of dirt hid her bones away, and tucked her in for eternal rest.

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OH. MY. GOODNESS. This chapter is looong. I wrote around 7 pages for the other four chapters, but this one is twelve! My goodness! Well, hopefully that makes up a bit for my absence? I'm continuing the next chapter as we speak! Hope you enjoy!

I know, this episode wasn't very well written here, but give me a break. I have a lot of things I have to cover in my sub-plot, and I want to get through the actual episodes to do it, and I have HUGE plans for the season 2 finale, so we're chugging right along : )

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