Supernatural: Roadkill

A/N: I hope everyone had a great Thanksgiving and are getting ready for Christmas, and I'm sending out a pray to the families of the victims in California.

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Disclaimer: I don't own anything from Supernatural or Criminal Minds; I just own the characters that I happen to create.

CHAPTER THREE: THE TRUTH

"O send out thy light and thy truth: let them lead me; let them bring me unto thy holy hill, and to thy tabernacles."

Psalms 43:3

Back at the hunting cabin, Molly's hands were tied to a hook that was hanging from the ceiling, and her feet were just barely touching the floor.

"Where's David?" she demanded, struggling with the ropes while Greeley walked around her. "What did you do to him?"

Greeley smirked as he faced her. `"You shouldn't worry about him anymore."`

Molly stared at him, suspecting the worse. "Oh, my God."

`"You should worry about yourself,"` Greeley told her, leaning in close.

"I didn't do anything to you," Molly protested.

Greeley raised his eyebrows, bemused…almost as if he'd heard this before. `"Oh?"`

"No," Molly confirmed. "I know about your wife. Hurting me won't bring her back."

`"My wife is gone,"` Greeley agreed sadly. `"All I got left is hurting you."` And then he scratched her just below her collarbone, making her scream in pain.

"Please," Molly cried. "Please, just let me go."

`"Go?"` Greeley repeated and laughed. `"You're not gonna leave. You're never gonna leave."` And then he clawed her stomach, making her scream again, drawing more blood.

The Winchesters arrived outside the hunting lodge and they could hear Molly's screams and they could also see her through the window.

"Go get Molly," Sam told Dean, who nodded and headed for the door; Sam and Liz then headed towards the tree with a pair of shovels.

Molly was crying as Greeley's face began changing again – only to have a shotgun blast get him from behind; he disappeared, revealing Dean behind him holding his sawed off shotgun.

"Oh, thank God."

Dean smiled sheepishly. "Yeah. Call me Dean." And then Greeley reappeared directly behind him with an evil smile; he spun around, only to have the spirit telekinetically slash his face. "This guy is really pissing me off," he growled.

Dean turned to face him, only to have Greeley telekinetically throw him across the room, and into the nearest wall, forcing him to drop his gun. Test dummy and punching bag time again.

Outside, Sam and Liz were digging up the tree as fast as they could, and soon found some bones.

Dean tried to move, but Greeley kept him pinned; smiling evilly, he summoned a knife from the wall and headed toward his new target.

`"Sam! Liz! Hurry up!"`

Hearing their brother's shout, Sam and Liz worked furiously, pouring gasoline and salt over the bones; Sam then lighted a match and tossed it in.

Still pinned, Dean continued to struggle with Greeley, clutching the spirit's wrists in an attempt to keep the knife away and to keep the guy from strangling him, too.

Sam and Liz watched as the flames engulfed the bones.

Suddenly, Greeley pulled away as he began to burn from the feet up. He screamed, completely goes up in flames, and the knife he was holding fell to the floor point down.

Dean exchanged a stunned look with Molly, who was gaping, and then slumped slightly, glad that the evil spirit was finally gone.

After freeing Molly, they returned to the highway and walked toward the Impala, which Dean reached first.

"Oh, baby, it's been a long night," he told the car, pulling the driver's side door open and got in.

"Not over yet," Liz reminded him, opening her own door, tossed their bags in, and got in too.

Sam turned to Molly, who was looking exhausted. "All right, lets get you out of here."

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

Sam was at a loss for words. "Molly."

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

Sam shook his head. "No, Molly. David's alive."

Molly stared at him, confused. "What? You're sure."

Sam nodded. "I'm sure." He then smiled. "We'll take you to him. C'mon."

Molly smiled in shock and happiness, and got into the backseat of the Impala with Liz. Dean was already in the driver's seat. Molly sat in the back, hugged Liz, and then let out a little laugh of relief.

Roughly an hour before sunrise the Impala pulled to a stop across the street from a nice-looking house.

"He's in that house," Sam told Molly, "right there."

Molly stared at the house, confused since she didn't recognize it. "I don't understand."

"You will," Liz told her.

Dean looked at Sam questioning if they were ready. Sam sorrowfully met Dean's glance. Sighing, Dean finally got out the car, and Sam, Liz, and Molly followed suit.

Molly rushed up the walk toward the lit house, anxious and expectant. Inside, David was calmly making coffee the kitchen in a night robe as if it was any ordinary night, and this left her confused.

"That's…not…" she stammered, for David appeared more heavy set than youthful as he slowly poured coffee and picked up the newspaper on the counter. "It can't be."

Sam was really torn up at this point, and even Dean and Liz were looking regretful.

Molly watched as David turned, and a huge smile washed over his face as a dark haired woman in a bathrobe lovingly came up to him, and they kissed. Now both confused and disgusted, she turned to the Winchesters for answers.

"What's happening?" she demanded. "Who is that?"

The Winchesters didn't know where to begin.

"That's David's wife," Sam finally answered, now regretting doing this. Molly tried to process what was said about her husband; she turned back to look at the house and then back to the Winchesters. "We're sorry, Molly."

Molly shook her head, indicating that she didn't understand.

"Fifteen years ago, you and your husband hit Jonah Greeley with your car," Liz explained. "David survived."

"What are you saying?" Molly asked, dreading the truth.

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

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

"No, that's impossible," Molly protested. "It was our anniversary, February 22nd-"

"1992," Sam finished.

Molly nodded. "Yes."

"Molly, it's 2007," Dean told her.

Molly stared at them for a moment and then finally began to process what was happening as the puzzle pieces fell into place, and the Winchesters explained.

`"'The Winchesters were driving down Highway 41.'

`"'All right, tell me about Highway 41," Dean requested.'

`"'Twelve accidents over 15 years," Sam told him and Liz, reading from some papers. "Five of them fatal. All of them happening on the same night."

`"'What are we looking at?" Liz asked. "Interstate dead zone? Phantom hitchhiker? What?'

`"'Not quite," Sam admitted. "I mean, 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.'

`"'Dean raised his eyebrows at that. "Two spooks?'

`"'Sam shrugged since it was as good a guess as anything.'"`

`"'Dean and Liz were looking over Sam's shoulder as they checked the microfilm; looking through the headlines of the Nevada City newspapers, they found what they needed, "Tragic Accident Kills 2 on Highway 41. There were two dark pictures, and Greeley was immediately recognizable. Dean nodded that they are the right track.'"`

`"'David had a tortured look on his face as he talked to the Winchesters.'

`"'Now where is Molly buried?" Dean asked.'

`"'She-She wasn't buried anywhere," David told them. "She was cremated.'"`

`"'The Winchesters walked out of the house, wearing their insurance men bad suit and coat disguises.'

`"'So much for burning her bones," Dean grumbled.'

`"'Both Sam and Liz nodded. "Yeah, but then what's keeping her here?'"`

`"'Molly was waking up in the totaled car.'"`

`"'Molly!'"`

`"'Greeley was in the road and Molly was screaming.'"`

`"'Molly shook her head remembering the car going down the steep hill, and smashing into a tree, activating the airbags. She sat in the crashed car.'"`

`"'Some spirits only see what they want.'"`

`"'Molly got out of the car, wandered around the forest calling for her husband, was running from Greeley; she reached the highway and saw the Impala in the distance, and she was soon running onto the road and in front of the car.'

`"'Stop! Stop!'

`"'Holy!" Dean shouted and stopped the Impala in time and Molly was relieved.'

`"'You have to help me," Molly gasped, moving around the car.'

`"'The Winchesters sat in the car, stunned, watching her and realizing something.'

`"'Dean, Liz," Sam said slowly. "I don't think she knows she's dead.'

`"'Both Dean and Liz looked at him in disbelief, and then jumped when Molly pounded on the window.'

`"'Please. Open up, please?'

`"'Sam rolled down the window. "Okay. All right, alright, just calm down. Tell us what happened.'"`

`"'What are you going to tell her?" Liz asked.'

`"'The truth.'

`"'She's going to take off running in the other direction," Dean pointed out.'"`

`"'Some spirits hold on too tight. Can't let go.'"`

Molly was sitting on the walkway, stunned as the truth finished sinking in, and the Winchesters were watching her with compassion on their faces.

"And Greeley?" she asked quietly.

"Each year he punishes somebody for his death," Sam explained, only with the full truth this time. "Uh, chasing them, torturing them. And each year that somebody is you."

Molly shook her head, still confused. "But I don't remember any of it."

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

"So that's why he won't let me off the highway," Molly realized. "Because I…killed him…I killed us both." She then looked up at them. "Why didn't you tell me when you first saw me? Why wait until now?"

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

Molly frowned. "And you needed me for bait." And Dean looked away embarrassed.

"Well, we needed you," Sam corrected.

"David," Molly whispered, standing up.

"Molly, we brought you here so you could move on," Liz reminded her.

Molly shook her head, swallowing. "No, I have to tell him."

"Tell him what?" Sam asked. "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," Dean agreed, "but you are going to freak him right out…for life."

Molly was both upset and conflicted.

"David's already said his goodbyes, Molly," Liz told her gently. "Now it's your turn. This is your unfinished business."

"What am I supposed to do?" Molly asked tearfully.

"Just…let go…of David, of everything," Sam suggested. "You do that, we think you'll move on."

"But you don't know where?" Molly asked.

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

After a moment, Molly choked back a sob and nodded; she looked towards Dean, who looked down not wanting to face her tears. She then looked at Sam and Liz, who nodded in encouragement. Molly then turned and stepped away from the Winchesters, toward the end of the street; the sun began to shine as it rose through the trees and houses.

Molly stepped forward, step by step toward the light, which was fracturing its' way through the trees at the end of the street; the light became almost blinding as she walked into full view of the sun. The sun was bright on her face as she looked up in awe and fear; letting go of her fear, she closed her eyes as the sun becomes unbearably bright, engulfing her from the chest outward. Molly's body became consumed as the light broke her form up, and then she was gone and the light didn't appear dazzling. It was now a normal dawn.

"I guess she wasn't so bad…for a ghost," Dean remarked once it was apparent that she was gone, and both Sam and Liz didn't speak still awash with emotion. "Do you think she's really going to a better place?"

"I hope so," Sam answered.

"Same here," Liz agreed.

"I guess we'll never know," Dean commented. "Not until we take the plunge ourselves, huh?"

Sam shrugged. "Doesn't really matter, Dean. Hope is kind of the whole point."

"Well, when it does come, I rather go upstairs instead of downstairs," Liz said honestly.

Dean nodded, he fully agreed with that. "All right, Haley Joel." He patted Sam on the back. "Lets hit the road." He then walked off with Liz, and Sam touched on the pain briefly before taking another long look at the end of the street where the sun was still rising.

Soon, they all were walking toward the Impala, which was still across the street; Dean reached the driver's side first and got in; Sam and Liz both got in as well, and they headed off for another adventure, somewhere else within the United States.

A/N: And that's the end of this story, see you all for the next one. R&R everyone!