my allergies are driving me crazy D: i seriously can't have a two minute break without sneezing D: D: D: and my nose is pink and sore. i'm gonna look like a clown by the time i head to school tomarrow D:

but enjoy this lol :D

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Chapter 45: Roadkill Part 3

Molly's ring was clinking off the Impala window as she damn near pounded on it for Sam to roll it down. I didn't know how to handle the situation now. Here I was actually thinking that we were dealing with two vengeful spirits and we'd just have to play hot and cold until we found their remains. Although, I guess we couldn't really do that with Molly. But she didn't really seem driven with anything other than fear.

Dean let out an aggravated sigh as we seemed preoccupied with our thoughts and forgot she was out there. "Would you roll down the goddamn window before she chips the glass?"

Sam nodded and carefully rolled down the window. I shivered as the winter air seemed to fill up the once warm car. Great. It was freezing and windy and we were going to head out on a bone Easter egg hunt in the woods no less. This was so not going to be enjoyable.

"All right, calm down." Sam soothed. Yes, for God's sake calm down and please stop pounding on the half opened window before my boyfriend shoots you though with rock salt. I glanced at Dean and saw him briefly look at her hands and then paid attention to what she was saying. I could have bet my left leg that was exactly what he was thinking. "Tell us what happened."

I sat up and poked my head in between the seats to hear her story, even though I basically already knew it. I read the coroner and police reports. It was so weird to look at her. I mean, I knew she was dead but the fact that she didn't know had my stomach doing flip-flops. I didn't want to tell her. She looked as alive as the Winchesters and I. "I swerved and we crashed, and when I came to…the car was wrecked, my husband was missing." I exchanged a small glance with Dean. Shit. Not only did she not know she was dead, she didn't know that her husband lived and created a whole new other life without her. My stomach shook now and sympathy filled my thought process. I so didn't want to tell this woman anything. "I went looking for him, but that's when the man from the road –- he started chasing me."

I nodded but I wasn't really acknowledging her. It made sense. Molly hit Greeley with her car and if neither of the spirits moved on, it would make sense that Greeley would make her suffer every year if no one came onto the road.

Dean cleared his throat. "Did he look like he lost a fight with a lawnmower?" I looked back at Molly; she seemed to know what we were talking about.

She nodded but then looked confused. "How did you know that?"

Dean smirked. "Lucky guess."

"Ma'am, what's your name?" Sam asked, which made me scrunch my eyebrows. We knew what she looked like, we knew this was Molly. But I guess pretending we didn't know her was the easiest way to go. If we freaked her out, spirit or not, she may run out on us and then it'd be a whole nother some odd years before we could try again. It made me wonder if she'd remember us or not. It seemed like this was a time loop for her and Greeley; the same pains and death over and over again. She probably wouldn't. I then shook my head and Dean looked at me and knew I was thinking things to myself and I smiled shyly, paying attention again. There were too many things and angles to think about on this case.

"Molly." Her voice shook. The fear was real enough. "Molly McNamara."

"Molly, I think maybe you should come with us. We'll take you back into town—" Sam tried but she shook her head, interrupting him.

"I can't. I have to find David; he might've gone back to the car." Molly shook her head and looked at us with tears in her eyes. "I'm not leaving here without him." I knew what it felt like to feel that strongly about someone. "Would you just take me back to my car, please?"

Sam nodded and I opened my car door. "Of course. Come on."

She slid into the car and I scooted over behind Dean as she shut the car door. The Impala let loose a purr as Dean pushed on the gas and I sat back in my seat and glanced at Molly.

"I'm Andy, by the way."

She smiled briefly at me and then looked at the road. "I'd like to say it's nice to meet you, but right now…" I knew she was trying not to be rude, but she had one thing consuming her thoughts right now so I just nodded and looked out the window. "I'm sorry that was rude…" Molly leaned up a bit and turned her head to Dean. "About a few more minutes up, I think? We were about to past the sign that said "Bridge Freezes before Road"…or something like that."

I nodded and gave her a small smile. "It's okay, I understand."

I watched Molly carefully for a moment. She was upset and scared, but that was obvious. Her pretty face was creased with worried wrinkles and her brown eyes were tired and stressed. She had short cropped brown hair which she insisted on twisting in between her fingers, like that somehow made everything better. Eh, okay, everyone had their nervous habits I guess.

"Right up there." Molly instructed and pointed somewhere where the road ended and rows of dark trees began. Dean pulled the car over on the side of the road and parked, pulling out the keys to pocket them.

As soon as the car stopped, Molly was out the door, running over to the side of the road where gravel met dirt. She looked like she was searching for the car that had been towed away how many years ago? I felt bad for her and I felt like the delaying of her knowing the truth was only going to make it worse.

"When are we going to tell her?" I whispered to Sam and Dean. The harsh wind whipped across the deserted street and damn near froze my face. "And Jesus, I need to start investing in a winter coat and a scarf."

Sam shrugged and looked towards Molly. "It's not that bad."

I rolled my eyes as snow created mini hurricanes around the gravel as the wind blew again. I drew my jacket tighter around myself and wished I had a long, big, warm scarf and some mittens. "Yeah, right. When your face feels like it's about to freeze off, then its bad Sam."

Sam just rolled his eyes and chuckled at me as Dean hooked his arm around my waist. "Come here." He said gently and pulled me against his body. Was it amazing I could feel his skin through the layers of clothes? "I hear body heats best in this situation." He said with a quirky smile and I giggled.

"Yeah, I bet you did."

Dean scoffed and then made the action like he was about to let me go. "Hey, if you don't want the warmth I got to give…"

"No, no…" I said quickly, putting my arms around his waist and snuggling into his chest. Dean just chuckled and held me closer to him, rubbing up and down my back to create warmth. "You'd look cute in a little winter hat." He said thoughtfully. "You know the ones with the tassels on top?"

Sam sighed. "Should have got one at the mall." Dean and I glared at him and he just shrugged. "Can we focus on the case and not accessories your girlfriend would look cute in?" He then turned to me and did something that resembled a double take. "Although a little plaid hat with a tassel would be kind of cute."

I giggled and smiled. "You think?"

Dean cleared his throat and damn near growled. "I thought of it, thanks Sam." I rolled my eyes and pulled my arms out from around him to sneak my hands in his pockets, which were so warm that I almost moaned. I was beginning to feel the pads of my fingers at least. "Focusing on the case, actually, sounds good right about now. Before we go into any other articles of clothing…"

Sam smirked, like he had almost done that on purpose. "We've gotta get out of here." Sam said suddenly, his demeanor totally changing. "Greeley could show up at any second."

"What are you gonna tell her?" I asked, my voice muffled by Dean's jacket.

"The truth." Sam said with a shrug, like it was obvious.

Dean scoffed. "She's gonna take off running in the other direction."

"Guys." I said softly, indicating Molly was coming back from the woods and towards us. I turned my back to Dean, missing the warmth his body was giving me. "Anything?" I asked.

"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."

I nodded, exchanging glances with Sam. "Molly, listen, we do believe you, all right? But that's why we wanna get you out of here."

"No," She snapped, suddenly angry. But I knew she was just worried about David. Or her imaginary David anyways. "What about David? Something must've happened. I have to get to the cops."

Dean cleared his throat and rubbed the back of his head. "The cops, you know what, that's a great idea. In fact, we'll take you down to the station ourselves, okay?" He motioned to the car and I opened the back seat. "So, just come with us. It's the best way we can help you and your husband."

Molly looked at the road and then the woods and then at me, like she needed me for some type of reassurance. I gave her a slow, small smile and nodded that it was okay. "I promise you, we'll find him okay?" I told her and she nodded, seeming to play with her hair again.

She got in the car and I exchanged a glance with Dean as I got in as well and he shut the door. The car was silent as Dean drove on the icy road and I kind of was thankful there wasn't a lot of conversation. I really wanted to tell Molly what was going on. I didn't want to be the one to smash her delusions but…I just felt bad she was searching for her husband who, you could tell, she still loved so much and he was at home cozying up with a new wife. It was rubbing me the wrong way and I shifted uncomfortably in the back seat.

"Babe, you okay?" I heard Dean ask me and I looked up at him through the review mirror and give him a small smile and a head nod.

"We're supposed to be in Lake Tahoe." Molly said, kind of distant and I saw her looking straight at me. Okay, that kind of creeped me out. But I gave her a small smile and nodded.

"You and David?"

She nodded and smiled, playing with her wedding ring. "It's our five-year anniversary." My heart ricocheted in my chest, hitting off my rib cage. Man, this was so going to be harder than I thought.

"Congratulations." I said and tried not to choke on my words.

Dean chuckled and I felt like smacking him. "Hell of an anniversary."

Molly nodded and then looked between me and Dean, seeming to notice something. "How long have you two…you are aren't you…?"

"Married?" I asked with a slight smirk and Molly nodded. "No, but we've been going out for two years now, I think."

"You think?" Dean asked with a sarcastic tone and I smiled and rolled my eyes. "I know its two years."

"I'm sure there's some type of award for that Dean." Sam said seriously and I saw Dean narrow his eyes at him. I then heard something regarding a bitch/jerk comment being quickly exchanged.

I smirked and reached up and ruffled Dean's hair. "Glad you remembered babe, I'll make you a homemade award at the motel later okay?"

Sam scoffed. "Yeah, we can frame it and hang it somewhere in the Impala."

Molly smiled but then frowned again as she played with her ring. "Right before, we were having the dumbest fight. 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?"

I damn near smirked, but she was close to tears and I couldn't do that without feeling like a complete and utter asshole. I wanted to smirk because, ironically, that was the last thing she ever said to him. And it tore me and gave me a sense of purpose all at once. It made me consider things a little bit more, I think. It made me want to definitely consider things I wanted to say to people before I said it…because my mouth definitely had a way of its own sometimes.

Sam turned to look at me and I think he was suspecting me to say something, but I didn't so he did instead. "Molly…we're gonna figure out what happened to your husband. I promise."

Dean ran over a bump in the road and as if it was a switch of some kind the radio flipped on, the stations starting to move on their own. The scratchy, statickysong 'House of Rising Sun' started playing in the car. Oh crap, looks like avoiding Greeley was out of the question now.

I swallowed. "Dean did you…?"

Dean shook his head, mirroring Sam's look. "No."

I scoffed. "Great, I was afraid you'd say that." I turned and motioned Molly to put her seatbelt on. The ghost version of a classic song was so not good and seeing as how we were in a car on an icy road couldn't have been much better. I was taking precaution and then nearly laughed. Molly was dead. What the hell was I telling her to put her seatbelt on for?

Molly scrunched her eyes as she clicked the seatbelt into place. "This song…"

"What?" I asked as Dean took a quick look at us.

"It was playing when we crashed."

I exchanged a look with Sam as the song came to a halt and the static turned up a notch. There was a loud moan that sounded like a combination of glass breaking and nails on a chalkboard. The voice sputtered out, 'She's mine.' I looked up at the road. "Dean, Greeley." I said with a point and I felt Dean switch gears.

"Hold on." He instructed and I knew a seatbelt had been a good idea, I saw Sam click his into place as well. It made me wonder if it had taken him this long because he forgot how to use one. That'd actually make sense; we never used seatbelts. Which was so not smart on our part. Not with the way Dean drives sometimes, him speeding towards Greeley's spirit was a prime example.

"What are you doing?!" Molly screamed and it screeched through the car.

We drove straight through Greeley and he broke down into something that resembled the black smoke that the demons possessed people with. I looked behind me and through the back window. Greeley wasn't there, he didn't even re-corporalize. And I'm not sure whether that fact was making my stomach more uneasy or not.

The car suddenly started sputtering and jerked for a moment and I heard Dean swear. "Dean?" I asked.

Dean sighed. "Hold on, Andy."

Dean pulled the car over, not really having much choice as the engine stopped completely. I unbuckled my seatbelt and sat up in the seat to watch Dean try and restart the car a few times.

"Dead?"

Dean sat back in a huff and pulled his keys out. "Yeah. I don't think he's gonna let her leave."

Sam got out of the car and Dean and I followed in suit. Molly sat there longer than I expected her to but then she got out and started pacing. She was so worried about her husband.

"This can't be happening." She kept muttering and I smirked as Dean opened the trunk of the car.

"Well, trust me. It's happening." I said slowly, like it took me a lot of effort to make her understand. I had a feeling anything I was going to tell her was going to be that way. Couldn't wait to tell her she was dead. I rolled my eyes. That outta be some type of trip.

I glanced at Molly and watched her eyes widen. Was Greeley somewhere near the car? I looked around but nothing seemed out of the ordinary. And then something occurred to me. Hello…Dean had the whole trunk open...arsenal and all. From being around weapons all my life, I forgot that some were actually frightened by them. Not to mention a bunch of weird people on a highway with a trunk full of guns, knives and Holy Water? No wonder she was backing away.

"Molly, wait a minute." I said, taking off after her.

"Just leave me alone." She screamed and started running. I sighed, taking off after her praying to God I didn't slip or anything.

"No, wait, you have to listen to me." Yeah, right. Have was a light term. She didn't have to do anything it wasn't like her life hung in the balance. Although, she didn't know that. I could have said that and see if she stopped or not but then something else popped into my head.

"It wasn't a coincidence that we found you, all right?" And then she pit stopped her breath puffed in the air like mini smoke stacks.

She damn near looked at me like I was holding a gun to her face right then and there. "What are you talking about?"

Dean and Sam finally decided that they should run up after me. What I couldn't talk to a ghost by myself? "We weren't just cruising for chicks when we ran into you, sister." Dean mentioned almost rudely and he smiled at me, and motioned. "If we went out cruising for chicks I think Andy here would kill me in my sleep."

I crossed my arms over my chest and gave a slight head tilt. "Damn right I would…" I muttered and Dean continued.

"We were already out here –- hunting."

Molly exchanged a glance with me and I nodded. Why was I confirmation woman today? "Hunting for what?" She asked.

I was about to say deer or bear or something that explained all the weapons in that trunk.

"Ghosts." Dean blurted out and then started heading back to the trunk. Sam and I looked at each other and scoffed.

"Well, uh…don't sugar-coat it for her…" Sam said, looking back at Dean and slightly putting his arms up in the air.

"You're nuts." She looked at me specifically and I crossed my arms over my chest.

"Really?" I asked. I really hated being called crazy because in a matter of two hours, after people's non believing asses were saved, perception seems to change a little bit. I never once got any type of apology. "About as nuts as a vanishing guy with his guts spilling out." She said nothing and I nodded. "You know what you saw."

I turned back and started walking back to Dean, seeing him riffle through the trunk looking for rock salt. I heard Sam talk about Jonah Greeley as Sam and Molly hesitantly made it back to the car. She was walking as slow as she could and Sam wasn't trying to rush her. Basically he told her the story of a phantom hitchhiker. Although, he left out how he specifically died. He left out that Molly had hit him with her car and that she was a damn hitchhiker herself…but I guess that time would come. And why did I have a feeling I'd be the one to have to tell her? Just because I was the girl on this team didn't mean I had to be the one to do all the touchy feely crap. But sometimes…it did come to that.

I reached the trunk and leaned against it. "Salt?"

Dean tried sticking his hands underneath one of the bags. "I can find the rounds."

"Here, let me see…" I shifted the bags around and looked under our duffel. "We need to organize this trunk." I said quietly. Basically, there was three main parts of the trunk. The huge box that held the arsenal, all our duffels and then the shovels in the back. But most of the time, between hunts, some of the weapons and stuff like the salt would fall out of the box and get mixed up among our bags. Not to mention there was trash littering the floor of the trunk too. And when I say trash, I mean Dean's skin mags. "You know…" I pulled one of them out and waved it at him and he smirked. "I'm not a blonde, Dean."

He looked like a deer caught in the headlights. Right, like he hadn't known they were in the trunk. I rolled my eyes and he blinked. "I don't use those anymore." He replied nonchalantly and I rolled my eyes.

"Right, so you won't care if I…do this?" I threw the magazine across the deserted road and it landed just near the dirt of the woods in a huge slush pile of wet snow. I snickered as Dean glared at me.

"You're a litter bug to the environment."

"You're a litter bug to your brain looking through those all the time." I replied and stuck my head back in the trunk to look for the damn salt. "Where the hell could have it have gone? We still keep them in that blue plastic box right?" I felt Dean come up behind me and slide his arms around my waist. I gasped as he unbuttoned my jeans and slid his warm hands inside in one quick motion. God, my skin had felt like it was tinted blue and frozen. He felt so good… "Dean…"

"Does this feel like I look at those all the time?" He asked and I could feel his own swelling warmth push behind me.

I cleared my throat and found the blue box I had been looking for. "You really think this is the time?" I asked but I think he knew I had a small, sly smile on my face.

Dean smirked and I heard Sam and Molly were still a few feet away, talking about Greeley. Molly was real hesitant to approach the trunk full of weapons, which I didn't blame her for. Besides, the longer she stayed away the longer Dean's hands remained in places that made me feel like I had an oven broiling inside me.

"Your right…" He said pulling back. I sighed, buttoning up my jeans and turned to glare at him but all he did was grin.

"Tease."

Dean chuckled and kissed my cheek. "Think of it more as a preview instead of a tease…for when we get back to the motel room."

I giggled and pushed him back away from me as Sam cleared his throat and rolled his eyes at us. God he felt like my mother sometimes. But I guess he was right. We only had tonight to get rid of both spooks and now was not the time to be playing hot and cold with Dean.

"You know what? I'm all filled up on crazy." Molly said suddenly, I'm guessing off something Sam had said and turned to head past the Impala. "I'm gonna get the cops myself."

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

Molly turned around slowly and looked at all of us at once and then at the weapons case. Hell, if we had to threaten her we would. We weren't going to wait a whole nother year to do this case again. "What's that supposed to mean?"

Dean shrugged. "It means that Plan A was trying to get you out of here."

"Obviously, that didn't go over too well with Farmer Roadkill." I added, leaning against the car again and holding my jacket tighter around myself as I grew cold again.

Sam looked at Molly. "Molly, we're telling the truth. Greeley's not gonna let you leave this highway." How come when Sam said it she seemed to understand everything. God, those puppy eyes of his could do wonders.

"You're…you're serious about this, aren't you?" She asked; voice shaking terribly. I convinced myself it was because she was cold.

Dean and Sam nodded. "Every year, Greeley finds someone to punish for what happened to him. Tonight, that person is you."

She rubbed her hands over her face. "Why me? I didn't do anything."

I shrugged my one shoulder. "Doesn't matter. Some spirits only see what they want." Like a car crash and a still living husband to run after in the woods.

"Molly, look." Sam said cautiously as I turned back to the trunk to help Dean load the salt guns. "We're gonna help, all right? But first, you've gotta help us."

"Did you see Greeley before the crash?" I asked, poking my head around the trunk to look at her. "I'm guessing you did seeing as how you ran out in front of our car."

She nodded. "Down in the woods, I was at this cabin…"

I glanced at Dean. "His hunting cabin?" He shrugged and then looked back at his weapon.

"Probably."

"Do you remember how to get back there?" Sam asked gently and Molly nodded, looking around the road.

"It…it was around here I think…"

She hesitantly made her way across the street, like she was trying to look both ways before crossing into moving traffic. Sam went with her so she wouldn't be by herself and started looking for anything that looked familiar that could help her lead us back to that cabin.

"You think Greeley is buried out by his cabin?" I asked and Dean shrugged again.

"I hope so. Going down into the woods and playing find the buried bones is not really what I want to be doing tonight."

I nodded and loaded up the last gun and handed it to him. But instead of holding onto all three he just grabbed two and set the other one down in the trunk. I looked at him confused. "I'm pretty sure my counting is alright."

"What?" He asked.

"There's three of us Dean."

"I don't think you need a weapon for this." He said it like he was disregarding a fly smashed on a wall.

"And why the hell not?"

Dean turned slowly and looked at my tone. Yeah, I was pissed. All this speech about me being protected and such for the baby and for myself and I couldn't even have a salt gun? How is that safer?

"What? You'll be with Sam and me, you don't need one."

"And if we get separated?"

Dean just looked at me; okay, like that never happened before? "That won't happen."

I stomped my foot as my anger rose and Dean smiled softly at the tantrum I was starting to have. "That's not safe at all Dean, if I get separated from you, I'm screwed. Give me a goddamn salt gun."

Dean smirked. "You mad at me?" he asked as he handed me the rock salt pellets to pocket and then a gun. I just glared at him and he smirked. If he mentioned one goddamn thing about me being cute when I was angry I was going to hit him. "You know, I asked the question so I could actually get a response."

I glared at him again and then shrugged, seeing he wasn't going to let it go without an answer. "I feel I could convey my answer in just a look."

Dean smiled slowly and ruffled my hair. "You look adorable."

I couldn't help but smirk and shoved his hand away from my head as he closed the trunk. "You totally tried to make me angry on purpose didn't you?"

Dean let out a chuckle and took my hand as we crossed the street. "Hate to admit it, but your kind of hot when you start throwing one of those tantrums."

I rolled my eyes; what a dork.

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"Ow!" That was the second time I had managed to almost lose my balance. The first time hadn't hurt so bad, I just bumped a log or something. But this time I twisted my ankle in a ditch and if I hadn't been holding Dean's hand I would have fell. He held me up as my ankle throbbed. "I'm guessing a flashlight would have been out the question?" I asked sarcastically. "It's not like pitch darkness and woods would be a combination to call for that sort of thing."

Sam shrugged. "Moon was full. I didn't think we'd need anything."

"You're not even leading." Dean mentioned and then gave me a small smile, like he knew the comment he was about to say would make me angrier than the one he just said. "How the hell do you keep on tripping over things?"

I could just make out Sam and Molly in front of Dean and if I scrunched my eyes I could just make out the shadows of the trees around me. But I mean, come on, what was I supposed to do? Squint at the ground the whole time and try and avoid every little rock and log and ditch? Well screw that. That'd take two goddamn long, first of all, it was woods for Christ's sake. Secondly, I hope Dean knew if I tripped again he was carrying me. And I was being totally serious.

"Things keep moving in my way because they know I can't see!" I replied and I heard Sam smirk and Dean shook his head, letting loose a laugh.

"Right, I forget that logs and ditches have minds of their own and are out to get you."

I rolled my eyes in the darkness and held onto Dean's hand a little bit tighter. "Jackass." I muttered and felt my ankle one more time before the group began to move foreword.

Dean smirked. "I really do love all these pet names you're giving me recently."

I shoved him and let go of his hand, hell bent to make it through the woods by just following him. I managed to get my foot stuck among branches and huge roots of trees but other than that I didn't fall again. Maybe I wasn't lifting my feet up high enough as I walked or something? I mean, I knew I was kind of shuffling my feet but I didn't think I needed to lift my knee up to my chest to walk or anything.

"This is it." Molly announced and we all came to stop at a small hunting cabin. Thank God. "This is where I saw him."

I saw Dean and Sam approach the small, worn down building as I stood back with Molly. I looked around the area to make sure Greeley didn't all of a sudden appear. Although, if he did, I'd be lucky to actually see him.

I watched Sam enter the small cabin and saw Dean look around on the ground near trees and such. "No markers or headstones?" I asked and Dean shook his head.

"Doesn't seem to be."

"You're looking for Greeley's grave?" Molly asked, once again playing with her hair. I nodded and she looked at me utterly confused. "Why?"

Dean shrugged. "So we can dig up the corpse and salt and burn it." I smirked at Molly's expression as it sounded like Dean was replying how the weather was outside. I watched him until he disappeared into the cabin with Sam and then turned to Molly.

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

"And that'll save David?" She asked eagerly and my heart sunk again. Thank God it was dark out. I was pretty sure anyone could tell with my shifty eyes and such that I knew more than I seemed to.

I nodded regardless and tried not to look at her like I was sympathetic. "Well, this is what will help both of you, provided there's a corpse to be found."

Molly shifted on her feet as I heard Dean and Sam chat about in the cabin. Luckily it was muffled so if they were talking about Molly and David it couldn't be understood. "So, how do we find it?" She asked me and I adjusted the gun in the back of my pants and pulled the sleeves of my jacket down over my hands.

"Uh…actually I'm not sure." I ran a hand through my hair as Molly just kind of nodded. I could tell she still thought all of us were crazy and the way she kept changing positions and legs to lean on I could tell she wanted to bolt too. "After Greeley died, his wife claimed the body, and that's the last anyone saw of her. So, good guess she brought him back here, but they had a thousand acres, and he could be buried anywhere on them."

"So, this is really what you guys do." It wasn't a question anymore and I nodded almost grimly. "Don't you…I don't know, wanna have a family or something?" I laughed like my father and John had given me some type of choice. "I mean, isn't having a job like this make that hard?"

"Well, kind of. I mean, I'm almost three months pregnant."

"Oh," She said it like she was disappointed or maybe unnerved.

I knew she didn't think a kid should have been brought up in this type of life and she barely knew me. Must have been easy to judge with the kind of job I had. All you needed was to experience a half an hour of it to know no one in there right minds should be doing it. But someone had to. And the Winchesters and I had made our votes long ago…or at least our fathers had.

"Well, congratulations." She said, even though I knew she didn't entirely mean that. I looked at the ground as I heard Sam and Dean make their way towards us.

"Thanks." I said quietly.

"There's nothing in there." Sam said annoyingly. His breath puffing gently against the dimly lit sky. "We need to look for his house. Maybe he's buried there. It should be nearby, well, at least that's what I'm thinking anyways."

I shrugged my one shoulder. "It makes sense, I mean, seeing as how his hunting cabin's here and he obviously didn't live in it with his wife."

Sam looked at Molly and zipped his jacket up all the way. I had half a mind to ask him why it hadn't been closed all the way this whole time. "Stay close."

Sam took the lead this time, Molly following shortly after. Dean turned and looked at me, putting his hands in his pockets and motioning towards Sam and Molly. "Well, Sam has Molly, so you wanna be my walking buddy?"

I smirked and nodded as he grinned and put his arm over my shoulder. He pulled me close as we caught up with Sam and Molly. I snuggled closer to the warmth of his chest, trying to suck up anything I could get. I crossed my arms around myself and sniffed, the inside of my nose freezing from the frigid air. I kept my eyes peeled for any type of showdown that resembled a house but all of it just looked like trees.

"So…" I bent my head down to look at my feet but then looked towards Dean who was looking around the area. "Do you think our kid will want to be a hunter?" I asked meekly.

Dean looked at me thoughtfully, like he had been thinking of it for quite some time. "I don't know. I mean, I'm guessing we'll bring her or him up knowing the basics because our hunting life won't be over."

"So, we'll teach them about black eyes and how to use Holy Water and salt rather than Santa Claus and first Thanksgiving?"

Dean scrunched his eyebrows at me and shook his head. "We don't have to pick one over the other. We can do both. I'm just saying, teaching our kid that people with black eyes and strangers alike are people to stay away from might be the right thing to do." Dean cleared his throat. "Seeing as how demonic possessions seem to pop up in our lives every now and then. After they get a little bit older we'll let them choose."

"We never got to choose." I said quietly and Dean kissed my head.

"I know, that's why we'll give them a chance to be normal."

I smiled and kissed his cheek. "I don't know, sometimes supernatural with you two clowns isn't so bad."

Dean chuckled and squeezed his arm around my shoulders. "Glad you still feel that way, Core."

I shrugged. "Well I mean, there's perks and down sides to every job right?"

Dean nodded. "Yeah, except our down sides include no social life and death. I'm not quite sure any other job has sides like that."

I thought of being a cop or a doctor. "Eh, there's probably more than you know. Just not all of them have demonic possessions, angry spirits and cursed objects." I tried looking up ahead to see where Sam and Molly were. I could just make out the outline of Molly and huddled closer to Dean, like somehow I'd get separated from him and never find him again. "When's my next check up?" I asked, somehow that thought triggering that question.

Dean scrunched his eyebrows in thought. "Uhm, I wanna say sometime next week."

"I hope my stress levels have gone down…I really don't wanna stay overnight at one of those hospitals."

Dean shrugged. "You'll do what you have to." Basically saying, 'I have no choice'.

"I know. I just hate how the visiting hours end so early. You know how I hate hospitals. How the hell is my stress going to go down if I'm forced to stay in some place I hate without you guys? That's not going to help at all." I huffed.

"We'll figure something out okay? Don't have a panic attack on me here." Dean joked, playfully tugging on my shoulder. I knew he was just trying to calm me down but he was being serious about the whole hospital thing. But so was I. My stress was not going to go anywhere if I was gonna be forced in one of those beds without the Winchesters being able to stay. Actually, it would probably only make my stress worse.

"You gonna get all silent on me now?" Dean asked and I rolled my eyes and grumbled a no. He smirked and ruffled my hair; he then cupped the one side of my head and brought me closer to him so he could kiss the other side. "You know Sam and I will sneak in after hours. Most likely through one of the bathroom windows, entertainingly enough."

I smiled. "Really?"

Dean nodded. "If you think I'm leaving you at that hospital by yourself with what's been going on your crazy."

"Good, thanks Dean."

"Don't thank me." He said quietly. "So…we haven't played the name game in a while. Wanna give it a whirl to pass the time?"

"Shouldn't we be looking out for Greeley's house?"

Dean smirked and then gave a once over of the area around him. "I can multitask. Plus, we're not the only ones looking." He motioned to Sam and Molly. "They've got their eyes peeled too remember? And they won't be distracted by naming a baby."

I giggled and nodded. "Okay, you wanna go first?"

I felt Dean shrug and for some reason a wave of cinnamon fluttered off of him and assaulted my nose. I wanted to moan with how comfortable and safe it made me feel…not to mention horny.

"Sure, well, today I'm thinking boy. So, I'm feeling an Asher and Lex vibe."

I scoffed. "Lex?"

Dean stuck out his lower lip and I smiled softly at the action. "What's wrong with Lex?"

"Nothing, except I don't plan to name our kid Lex unless he's bald and a billionaire…and we somehow came to live in Metropolis. Watching reruns of Smallville lately?"

Dean shrugged and I swear to God his cheeks tinted pink. "Just one…or two…" I burst out in a fit of giggles. "It was on one night when you were asleep! I couldn't help it…its not like the cable in our rooms are so great all the time." After a fit of not being able to stop laughing for at least a minute Dean resorted in covering my mouth with his hand. I muffled out a sign of I was going to stop and he raised his eyebrows at me. "You sure you're done?"

I nodded meekly and he pulled his hand back. I bit my tongue and smiled at him. "My turn?" Dean sighed and nodded. "Well, I'm thinking girl today. So I'm thinking…"

"If you say Lois, I swear to God I'm not going to kiss you for a week." Dean threatened and I smirked.

I tried to put up a front, tried pretending I didn't love those damn beautiful soft lips of his. "It's not like you kiss that well anyways…"

"You better careful Core," Dean said slowly and I couldn't help but wonder if he was trying to warn and tease at the same time. "I feel another infamous bet coming on."

"Oh bring it on, Winchester."

Dean grinned. "Fine, it's your bet sweetheart you choose the winnings."

"Let's just say…" I gently dipped my hand past his jacket and into the back of his pants and squeezed his ass. I could hear Dean's breath stifle ever so slightly. "Whoever wins gets to choose what pleasure they want the other person to accomplish…if you get what I mean."

I pinched his butt again and Dean chuckled. "Yeah, I think I get it."

"Guys, up here!" Sam motioned and Dean and I quickened our pace.

"Time line?" Dean asked quickly before we both had to switch into work mode.

"Three days, no kissing or, for example, what we did in the shower the other day."

Dean smiled. "You're tough, but I have no doubt I'm going to win."

"Oh yeah, you cocky ass? What makes you so sure?"

Dean turned and grinned at me as we met up with Sam and Molly. He leaned in and gently dipped his lips across my own, sending shivers and warmth to all areas of my body. "Because I'm Dean Winchester, babe." He whispered, hot breath puffing against my face like steam.

I let out a short breath as he pulled back and licked his lips. Yeah, he sure had a good point. I gave him that.

O0o0o0o0o

We turned the corner and were face to face with Greeley's house. His house was pretty much in the same condition as his hunting cabin. Broken down, rotted wood and rusty metal. I was still surprised the foundation of the house was up. As we stood there observing the land for headstones I was actually waiting for someone to make a wrong move or for the wind to blow and for the damn thing to fall over.

We headed in shortly after when we didn't find evidence of headstones. I pulled out my cell phone to glance at the time. Damn, 9:30. We better step it up a few freakin notches.

"You two check upstairs." He motioned to Sam and Molly. "See if you can find any notes or records telling us where he's buried. Andy and I will just check down here."

Sam and Molly nodded and headed up the stairs, making them creek and moan from lack of use. I looked around the dusty, dank and dark house. For some reason it reminded me of Bobby's place with more dust bunnies and less books. Dean and I found our way into the kitchen, looking along a table that had a lot of papers on it.

I rummaged through the papers, picking some up to look at them and throwing some aside. Some fell off the table and fluttered to the floor, but it wasn't like I was making the place a mess. Actually, it looked like a bomb had gone off between the kitchen and the living room. It was hard to make this place look more of a mess than it already was.

"Dean," I called him over to the other side of the table. "Look at this."

"Yeah?" He asked, rounding the table and coming to stand next to me. He loomed over my shoulder as I lifted up the paper.

"Uhm, its Greeley and his wife." I said about the photo and then picked up another sheet I had found. "And a love letter he wrote her."

I felt Dean scrunch his eyes at it as he ran through the lines of the letter. "Hmm, not that bad actually."

I scoffed. "You're telling me. It's beautiful." I put the paper down and sighed. "Man, sometimes I just don't get this job. I don't understand how a guy like this can turn into that monster."

Dean shrugged and stepped aside, looking at other things but nothing really having a meaning to them. I mean, besides the photo and the letter there was really nothing else to look at. A dirty kitchen counter, a fridge that probably had the oldest rotting food known to man and the dustiest couch that literally made my nose itch upon looking at it.

"You'd be surprised." Dean said softly. "Spirits like Greeley's are like wounded animals. It doesn't take much for these things to become monsters."

"You think Sam and Molly found anything?" I asked, leaning my back against the counter.

Dean smirked. "Well, I haven't heard any screams or heavy panting noises. My bet is that they're fine."

I made a disgusted face and picked up something that felt like a letter bound diary and threw it at Dean. He managed to dodge it with a chuckle. "You're nasty, Dean."

Dean approached me slowly and before I had time to back out or move, hell to think of something non lustful, he was pressing me back against the table, his entire body hot against mine.

"Last time I checked, you liked me being nasty…" He said with a sultry tone and smiled slowly. His eyes were glittering against the soft moonlight through the windows and I couldn't help but let out a soft moan. "You're already losing, Andy." He informed me, leaning close to my neck. He let his breathing push against my skin, using it to remind me what his lips would rather be doing.

"That's because you're a cheater, Dean." I roughly pushed my pelvis into his and backed him up and off of me. I grinned as Dean had to close his eyes for a moment and gain a little composure.

"Speaking of being a cheater…" Dean trailed off as I went towards the stairs to find Sam and Molly.

I stopped on the stairwell and looked down at Dean. "Yeah," I shrugged my one shoulder. "Now we're even."

Dean just smiled and followed me up the stairs.

O000o0o0o

We headed upstairs, hearing Sam and Molly talk. It wasn't that they were loud or anything but there wasn't a lot of rooms upstairs so it was easy to decipher where they were.

"You sound almost sorry for them." I heard Molly say and then stopped, stopping Dean by putting a hand on his chest.

He looked down at me confused I motioned for him to be quiet and then pointed in on Sam and Molly. I wanted to know what Sam was talking about.

"Well, they weren't evil people, you know?" Sam said sadly and I heard him shift. Coils screeched and I knew by that point that they were sitting on a bed. "A lot of them were good. Just…something happened to them. Something they couldn't control." He said with a shrug. I knew how he felt but there wasn't stopping the process. When a person died you had a choice, hold onto your life or go with the flow. That's how angry spirits are born. They make the wrong choice and can't take it back.

I watched Dean roll his eyes and give me a look that said, 'I'm ending this soap opera bullshit now' and turned into the room with a "Sammy's always getting a little J. Love Hewitt when it comes to things like this." I sighed and followed in after him. Why couldn't he just be an adult when it came to things like this? "Me? I don't like them. And I sure as hell ain't making apologies for them."

"You find anything?" I asked, wanting the subject to be changed.

Sam sighed and I saw a bunch of papers behind him and Molly just like downstairs. What was it with these people and paper? "Just about every piece of mail or receipt they ever had. I looked through a couple, but nothing about a grave so far."

I looked over to Dean to see what he thought. Sometimes I could tell exactly what he was thinking by the kind of facial shifts he made. Some faces were harder to decipher than others. But you'd think after twenty five years of knowing him I'd know his faces the second he made them. But Dean always had me guessing; sometimes that's what I liked most about him.

"What?" I asked him, seeing him scrunch his eyebrows at something behind a wooden desk in the room.

There's something behind here." He moved towards the desk and shifted it. I came up behind him, Sam and Molly following up behind me, and saw there was a small wooden door behind the desk.

"How the hell did you spot that one, Scooby?"

Dean ignored the comment, I'm guessing because he didn't like it, and pounded on the door with his foot. After the second pound, he broke through it. "Who wants to crawl into the dark and creepy room first?" Dean asked, pulling back and eyeing me. "You've got my vote, sweetheart."

I looked up at him and then at Molly and Sam, who were secretly voting me also. I groaned and Dean smirked. "Aw, come on…" I whined.

"Votes are final." He motioned to the door. "After you."

"Jerk…" I muttered, inching down to crawl through the doorway. I heard him mutter 'brat' in response as I squeezed all the way through into another room. It looked like an attic of some kind. I felt Dean crawl in behind me as I stood and wiped the dust off the knees of my jeans.

Dean scrunched his nose as the old dusty attic smell reached his nostrils. "It smells like old lady in here." I saw Molly and Sam crawl in after Dean and all of us branched out to look around. It was a small room, filled with things like old paintings and umbrellas and I think that was an old version of a nursery cradle and stroller.

I turned in and looked into a corner and gasped, the corpse hanging from the ceiling catching me off guard more than scaring me. "Guys, over here."

Dean approached and groaned, rubbing his nose. "And that would explain the smell."

Sam shook his head. "Well, now we know why nobody ever saw her again."

"She didn't wanna live without him." I said simply, remembering the love letter.

"Give me a hand." Sam said, going towards the corpse. Dean motioned for me to go help Sam and I looked at him incredulously for a moment.

"Fat chance, Winchester. I vote you, sweetie." I said sweetly, mocking his pet name from before.

Dean glared at me as Sam motioned for him. "Dean, come on. We can't leave her like this."

Dean grunted, glaring at me one more time before he headed over to Sam to help. "And why not?"

Now it was Sam's turn to glare. "She deserves to be put to rest, Dean."

Dean sighed and grabbed his pocket knife from his leather jacket to cut the body down.

O0o0o0o0

"So, if you manage to put Greeley to rest, too…what happens to him?" Molly asked as her and I sat back and watched Sam and Dean shovel the rest of the dirt on Greeley's wife. I couldn't honestly believe we walked all the way back to the car to get the shovels. We had checked to make sure Greeley's cabin had none before we made the trek back but unfortunately we had to head back to the car. I'm surprised we found our way back and forth. I glanced at my phone again and then back at Sam and Dean. It was nearing ten; we were just wasting time all over the place tonight weren't we?

Dean grunted and shoveled a heap of dirt. "Lady, that answer is way beyond our pay grade."

She looked at me like Dean had insulted her. "You hunt these things but you don't know what happens to them?"

I shrugged. "Well, they never come back. And I guess that's all that matters." She shook her head disappointingly and I sighed, trying to come up with a better answer. "After they let go of whatever's keeping them here, they just go. I hope someplace better, but we don't know. No one does."

I watched as Dean wiped sweat off his brow. He was almost done shoveling. I couldn't believe I could picture his goddamn muscles flare underneath that damn jacket of his as he grunted, taking one large pile of dirt to cover up the last of the grave. He looked up and caught my stare, smiling wickedly. I shook my head, embarrassed and looked away, running a hand through my hair as my cheeks tinted red.

"What happens when you burn their bones?" Molly asked meekly.

I let Sam take this one. He leaned his shovel up against the back up the house, as did Dean and both came over to stand next to us. "Um…well, my dad used to say that it was like death for ghosts, you know? But the truth is, we still don't know. Not for sure. We're all just scared of the unknown." Leave it to Sam to give her the most meaningful message and her not catch one goddamn clue.

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

I sighed and shook my head and glance at the house. "Maybe we should look for more inside. We didn't look around the living room much…"

What more could we do? We still had no idea where Greeley's grave was and there was one thousand acres of land…we needed some type of hint. We piled into the living room and I saw Molly found some type of photo album near a broken coffee table. While she was distracted I walked into the kitchen to see Dean show Sam some of the papers on the table.

"I think we should tell her about her husband." I said quietly and Sam and Dean looked up at me.

Dean shook his head. "We can't."

I sighed. "Why not? I think we should just tell her the truth. It's cruel what we're doing to her Dean, letting her pine for him like this."

Dean sighed, sensing some of the pain she was going through because if I was in her situation and it was him I was pining over, I'd be in pain too. Then he shook his head; resolve face planting itself on his features and staying there. "No, it's for her own good."

I rolled my eyes and leaned against the shitty looking sink. "Look, babe, I know you feel guilty, all right?" He stepped closer to me and lifted my chin from the direction of the floor. He didn't want me to be mad at him. Besides, I'm sure he wasn't thinking this though; the bet would be so much easier for me if I was. "But let's just stick to the plan. Let's get her out of here, and then we'll tell her."

I sighed and nodded, but I wasn't happy about it. "Tell me what? What aren't you telling me?" Molly asked and everyone turned to look at her angry face in the doorway of the kitchen. Apparently she wasn't too thrilled with Dean's plan either. All of us shifted uncomfortably, not knowing what to say to her. "It's about David. You know what happened to him." Something that resembled a 'ding, ding, ding' went off in my head.

"Molly—" I tried but Dean cleared his throat.

"Andy, don't." Dean instructed, not harsh but directing. I looked to him and backed up off my sentence as he shook his head. I guess he was right. How much help was Molly going to be if we told her?

"Don't what? Don't tell me because I'll mess up your hunt?" She spat, angry and very upset. "You don't care about me or my husband."

Sam shook his head, although all the information presenting itself said different. "That's not true."

"Really? Then whatever it is, tell me, please." She begged us but Dean stood his ground for both Sam and I and we just stood there silent. Just as I was about to screw resolve and no matter how mad Dean was going to be at me a radio in the living room shook to life and the slow organ of 'House of the Rising Sun' began to play. "He's coming." She said, frightened.

Dean grabbed my hand as he walked past Sam and motioned to Molly. "Stay with her."

We walked into another room and I saw something resembling a jute box sitting beside the bookshelf near the couch.

"Dean." I said and pointed to it.

He pulled me towards it and we kneeled down next to it. There was a sheet covering it and Dean lifted it, trying to find the cord for the damn thing. He scoffed, finding the cord wasn't in the wall. I guess we should have figured that since we were dealing with a spirit and everything.

Suddenly a wind started up in the room, the millions of papers flying everywhere. Dean and I stood, taking out our salt guns and preparing ourselves for whatever happened. The cold hair made my hair fly everywhere and slap against my face, feeling as thought it was cutting my skin. But just as it started, it stopped and I heard glass shatter and Sam yell Molly's name.

Dean and I rushed into the kitchen, seeing Sam lean out a window near the sink. He pulled his body back in upon seeing us and swore.

"Dean! He's got Molly!" Sam yelled and jumped out the window to run after Greeley.

I nearly rolled my eyes. Well, no freaking shit Sam. Thanks for the update. Dean ran to the window also and I followed in suit. But then he pit stopped and I damn near ran into him.

"Jesus, Dean—"

"Stay here." He ordered and I scoffed. He sighed and was ready to reply before I did. "I'm, not fighting with you on this one Andy, I don't have time. Just listen and stay put, you got it?"

I nodded meekly and Dean gave me a small smile and went out the window, raising his weapon to look for Molly and Greeley.

"Jerk…" I muttered, even though I knew he was just trying to make sure I was safe. I sighed and leaned against the counter again, the house seemed quiet and somehow much more eerie and creepy when I was standing in it by myself. I shivered against the cold and wished Dean was here.

I noticed the photo album Molly had been looking at and picked it up, running my hands over the old leather cover. It was dusty and the photos were brownish yellow as I opened the book. I came to a photograph of Greeley and his wife and shook my head. He had his arm around her waist and they were standing in front of their home. I almost felt sorry for them. Then remembered that Greeley was trying to kill Molly. Or re-kill her. I rolled my eyes; whatever.

"Hey." Dean said, coming back into the kitchen, Sam following closely behind. He slipped an arm around my waist and pulled me close to him…but no kiss on the head like I expected. I didn't know whether I was more surprised or annoyed he remembered the bet. I loved those little head kiss things he gave. It, for some reason, made me felt like he really loved me. And Dean Winchester sure had a lot of ways to show his affection.

"Hey, nothing on Molly?"

Dean shook his head no and rubbed his temples with the hand that wasn't around my waist. I could tell he was getting a headache. "No, this guy is persistent. We've gotta find Greeley's bones, and no pressure or anything, but we've got less than two hours before sunrise."

"Great." I replied sourly and rubbed his back for a moment. I saw Sam walk over and looked at the same photo I had been looking at on Greeley. But he seemed to see something more to it. "What?" I asked upon his look and he shook his head.

"Look at this." Dean and I sauntered over and looked at the photo. "February 6th, 1992. That's, like, two weeks before the accident, wasn't it?"

"Yeah. I mean, it looks like the hunting cabin but I swear…" I trailed off in thought and pointed at the photo. I looked at the Winchesters. "Wasn't there a tree there, right where they're standing?"

Sam slammed his hand down on the table making Dean and me jump like a mile goddamn high. "Should've thought of it."

"What?"

"That it's very wrong to do that to get people's attention?" I asked him sarcastically and he winced, squeezing out an apology before he continued.

"It's an old country custom, planting a tree as a grave marker."

Dean and I just stared at him a moment before Dean smirked and pulled on my arm to leave. "You're like a walking encyclopedia of weirdness, you know that?" Dean asked and I let out a giggle.

"Yeah." Sam replied, somewhat dejected and followed us out. "I know."

0o0o0o0o0o0o

So we sprinted back to the hunting cabin. It amazed me that I didn't trip once but walking slowly while holding onto Dean made me clumsy? Unbelievable.

Dean and Sam pit stopped and I came after them shortly, stopping at one of the windows to peer inside. Molly was hung to the ceiling by her wrists, her feet barely scraping the ground. Greeley was in front of her, spouting off nonsense that was making her sob. My stomach uncoiled something sick; this happened to her ever year? That just…wasn't right at all. I was glad we were putting her to rest at some point tonight because this was just horrible.

We all stepped back, our breathing slightly labored from the race we had just participated in. "Who goes where?" I asked.

Dean looked at me and Sam. "You need to go with him and un-dig the bones. Understand?"

I nodded and swore. "Shit, the shovels are back at the house."

Dean connected eyes with me as Molly screamed again. The look basically said run, but he didn't need to tell me that. So I nodded, tasking off in the direction of the house. I heard Dean whisper in his harshest voice for me to be careful. Why did he need to whisper? I ran back to the house, the cold wind slapping my face and I swear to God giving me frostbite. I circled the house to the back and took the shovels from where they were leaning. Maybe I could just bring one, but then I thought Sam would need help digging. So I brought both, seeing as how both would need to be taken to the trunk anyways.

I ran back as fast as I could. All I remembered that from the house to the hunting cabin it was pretty much three minutes away and straight foreword. No turning left or right to get confused. But of course, God being the most generous and non ironic person I know, just as I saw Sam I caught my leg in an up- turned root and twisted. I yelled out in pain and hit the ground, harshly connecting my shoulder with cold earth. I was just lucky I didn't land on the shovels and pierce something.

"Andy!" I heard Sam rush over and felt his warm hands on my shoulders.

"God damnit!" I swore, my ankle and shoulder throbbing. "Why do I always have to be the one to get hurt in the most clumsiest ways?"

Sam smirked and drew his hands up under my arms to pull me to a stand. I whimpered and leaned on him for a moment, my ankle bitching under my weight. "Please, out of all things to be embarrassed by, tripping over an up-turned root in the dark no less isn't that bad."

I scoffed and felt my ankle. "Well, I think its pretty bad. Here, I brought both the shovels."

"You don't have to dig, just kind of lean against the tree here, okay?" Sam asked and I nodded. "You sure you're alright?" He went to grab the shovel and started digging near the tree we guessed was a grave marker.

"Other than me dying from embarrassment, I'm fine. What I really hate is that I'm gonna have to ice the damn thing when something cold is the last thing I wanna think about."

Sam smirked and shoved the shovel into the dirt, coming up with a huge pile to throw aside. "I know, one job in a hot climate…is that too much to ask?"

I smiled and put my hands in my pockets. "Apparently it is."

"Hurry up, Sam!" I heard Dean scream and Sam stopped talking and dug quicker. I inched myself closer to him, seeing the gasoline and matches near the ground. I picked up the gasoline and screwed the cap off and got a match ready. I could at least do that.

"Here." Sam said, finding the bones and pulling the rest of the dirt back with his hands.

He stepped back and I covered the bones in gasoline and salt. I struck the match and let it loose, fire engulfing Greeley's bones. I heard Greeley screaming and smiled proudly at Sam, who gave me a slow, warm smile.

I shrugged. "Take that son of a bitch."

Sam chuckled and air fived me. "You tell him Andy…even though you did nothing but salt and burn."

I shoved him and he let loose another laugh. "Shut up, bitch!"

"I'm just saying, brat," Sam joked as we headed inside the hunting cabin to help Dean and Molly. "Some help with the digging would have been nice."

He smiled at me and I gave him kind of this side hug thing as I giggled. I was really glad I was back on good terms with my best friend.

O0o0o0o0

As we reached the Impala, Dean groaned but smiled fondly at his car. "Oh, baby, it's been a long night."

I popped open the trunk and grabbed some gauze for Dean's face. He had two long cuts on his left cheekbone. When I asked him what happened he made a comment on how Greeley had to cut his goddamn nails. I winced and decided I better clean him up a little.

"You better be talking about me and not this damn car." I told him as I motioned him into the backseat.

Dean just chuckled and slid in. "I'm always talking about you." He replied cockily and I shook my head, smiling.

Sam tried to get Molly to take the passenger probably three times. But she just crossed her arms over her chest and just looked at the road. "I'm not going anywhere until you tell me what happened to my husband. All this time, I've been looking for him and you knew…you knew that Greeley killed him, didn't you?" She asked Sam, tears in her doe eyes.

"No, Molly. David's alive." Sam said, but he sounded grim and Dean and I knew why. But Molly couldn't have looked more relived. Sam opened the car door for her. "We'll take you to him. Come on."

Finally she got in the car and I watched Sam sigh and he got in the drivers, staring the car and pulling away from the curb.

I gently applied the gauze to Dean's cheek and he winced, hissing out some sort of curse that made me roll my eyes. "How's your face?" I asked after a moment and he glared at me as I pulled the gauze back.

"It's perfect." He replied unpleasantly.

I smiled slowly and reached up to gently stroke his other cheek bone with my thumb. "Yes, it is."

Dean smirked and smiled at me, apparently that helping him boost up his ego and forget about the pain for a moment. I felt his hands wrap around my waist and pull me closer to him and then he rested them on my thighs, gently stroking the skin every now and then.

"How's your ankle?"

I shrugged. "Sore, but I'll live."

"Good." He then leaned in close to my face and brushed his nose across my cheek. "Do you have any idea…how much I wanna kiss you right now?" He asked and my stomach did something resembling a back hand spring.

I let out a smirk and trailed my own nose against his. "I have a ball park idea. But I'm not losing that bet, Winchester." I pushed him back against the seat so his lips were no where near my face. "So settle down."

I curled up against his chest and he flinched. "Mind the ribs, babe."

"Sorry." He muttered a gentle 'its okay' and I shifted against his arm instead, burying my nose in the crook to smell the leather and cinnamon.

It took an hour to get to David's house, which I was kind of happy when we got there because that meant it was only ten minutes away from our motel and I could finally just lay down and relax. Maybe even watch a few movies with my boys before we all crashed. I looked at my cell and saw it was nearing twelve; I guess I'd have to see how tired Sam and Dean were.

Sam pointed to the white picket fenced house. "He's in that house right there."

Molly got out of the car, all of us slowly following. "I don't understand."

Sam sighed, looking at Dean and I sadly. "You will."

We all gathered slowly near the front window. Far enough away that David and his new wife wouldn't see us but close enough that Molly could tell what was going on. My heart throbbed painfully as Molly saw David in the kitchen, getting a cup of coffee. And then another woman entered in a bathrobe and he smiled happily and kissed her.

"That's not…it can't be." I looked at my shoes, which were covered in mud. I felt Dean come up beside me and wrap a comforting arm around my waist, squeezing me tightly to him despite the fact his ribs hurt. "What's happening?" She asked us, broken and confused. "Who is that?"

"That's David's wife." Sam replied and Molly glanced in the window again. "I'm sorry, Molly. Fifteen years ago, you and your husband hit Jonah Greeley with your car. David survived."

She looked back at us and now she was angry. "What are you saying?"

Dean cleared his throat and it surprised me how gentle he sounded. "We're saying that there isn't just one spirit haunting Highway 41, there are two –- Jonah Greeley and you."

"For the past fifteen years, one night a year, you've been appearing on that highway." Sam said quietly and shifted on his feet uncomfortably.

Molly shook her head and looked at me, tears gathering in her eyes. Again with the affirmation. "No, that's not possible. It was our anniversary. February 22nd—"

"1992." I filled in and she nodded. "Molly, it's 2007." I said softly.

She placed a hand over her mouth, tears cascading down her hands. "Oh, God." It made me find Dean's hand and grip it as tightly as I could. "But I don't remember any of it."

Sam sighed and I'm guessing both of them were thinking of the conversation they had in Greeley's bedroom. "Because you couldn't see the truth, Molly."

"Why didn't you tell me when you first saw me? Why wait until now?" She asked brokenly, sitting on the stairs and painfully twisting her hair.

"You wouldn't have believed us." I said carefully. "Molly, we brought you here so you could move on."

"No. I have to tell him." She said and stood, determination set on her pretty tearstained face.

I squeezed Dean again. "Tell him what?" I asked. "That you love him? That you're sorry? Molly, he already knows that. David's already said his goodbyes."

"Now, it's your turn. This is your unfinished business." Sam said and Molly's eyes lit up with realization. I'm guessing from, yet again, a conversation they had had. "Just…let go of David, of everything. You do that, we think you'll move on."

"But you don't know where?" She asked and she was scared. I got that, I guess, it made me remember Father Gregory and how scared he had been to just move on. Because we couldn't comfort them. We had no idea where they were going. But it was useless to fear death, because it being uncontrollable, came whenever it wanted.

"No. But Molly, you don't belong here. Haven't you suffered long enough?" I said and tried giving her a small smile that was comforting and not shadowing my own fear for her. Hell, for my own death. "It's time. It's time to go."

She nodded and stepped past us, looking back at David one more time. My heart ached for her and I leaned my head on Dean's chest. He leaned his chin on my head and rubbed my arm for a moment as a bright light filled the sky and engulfed Molly all at once. And then when the light cleared, she was gone. That still amazed me, even though I had seen it happen so many times.

Dean shrugged and ushered me into the back of the car, crawling in next to me as Sam started the engine. "I guess she wasn't so bad. For a ghost. You think she's really going to a better place?" He asked quietly and I shrugged.

"I hope so."

Dean shrugged too, pulling me close to him. "I guess we'll never know. Not until we take the plunge ourselves, huh?" It made me hold onto him a hell of a lot tighter than I should have.

I saw Sam shift through the options in his head. "It doesn't really matter, Dean. Hope's kind of the whole point."

"Can we go back and watch a few movies?" I asked and Dean nodded, pushing hair out of my face and gently tucking it behind my ear.

"Sounds like a plan." He said softly. "What about you Sam, you up for a marathon?"

Sam chuckled but it was somewhat sad. "If you think I'm sleeping after that…"

I nodded. "Yeah, right there with you."

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"We pushing the beds together?" Sam asked me and I smiled and nodded.

"If that's okay with everyone?" I asked and Sam and Dean chuckled and started moving the beds. "I'm up for a lot of body heat. I'm inside and still freezing."

"One of my pairs of sweats are clean if you wanna wear them." Dean said with a grunt and pushed the one side of the bed.

I nodded and smiled, taking one of his long sleeved tees as well. "Yeah, thanks."

I hurried into the bathroom and slipped the clothes on, savoring the warmth and smell of Dean as I did so. I looked at myself in the mirror and pulled my hair back into one long French braid. It was straggly and in desperate need of conditioner. But that could wait until tomorrow. When I came back out the bed was pushed together and Sam was popping in a movie, taking his side on the left.

I smiled as I saw Dean in the kitchen, pulling something out of the freezer and grabbing two spoons. "What are you doing?" I asked him and he turned around.

"I know you're cold but," He waved a small container of Mint Chocolate Chip Ice Cream. "I figure what's a little comfort food when you're feeling like crap, hmm?"

I smiled and hugged his pajama covered body tightly. "That sounds amazing."

He chuckled and handed me the spoons and I crawled in the middle of the bed and waited for him to peel the lid off and join me and Sam.

"You want anything Sam?" Dean asked and Sam shook his head no.

"No, I'm good." He was preoccupied with the coming attractions anyways.

"Did you put that ice pack on your ankle?" Dean asked me and sat on the bed, putting the container of ice cream on the nightstand so he could crawl under the blankets. He adjusted the pillows behind him so he could lean comfortably against the headboard.

I nodded and shivered. "Yeah, I gauzed the damn thing around my ankle so I could get frostbite." I replied sarcastically but unfortunately totally serious. That way while I slept it'd keep the swelling down and I wouldn't have to hold it. But even though I had socks and Dean's sweats on it was making my entire leg freezing. God I wanted him to crawl in the bed already so I could suck up his damn warmth.

Dean smiled but pointed at me before he gave me the ice cream. "Don't go putting that leg anywhere near me."

I frowned and he chuckled, ruffling my hair and handing me the small container. I handed him a spoon as the movie started and he dug in, shoveling the ice cream into his mouth.

"You're gonna get a brain freeze doing that." I said and he grinned, shrugging one shoulder.

I spooned a small amount into my mouth and savored the taste. God, I really wanted to kiss Dean for buying this. I think if he would have gotten me cookie dough all bets would have been off.

"Shh." Sam replied sharply and I nudged him with my elbow, making him smile but he didn't reply or retaliate or anything.

"Is this Kiss me Goodbye?" I asked, hearing the familiar music and then saw Sally Field's name pop up on the screen.

Sam nodded and then motioned the ice cream towards him and I gave him my spoon. "If you would have been listening you would have known that."

"Don't you mean watching?" I asked with a coy smile. "They didn't loud speaker her name."

"Shut up." Sam replied playfully, mouth full of chips and mint.

After the ice cream I was officially full, the container was nearly empty. But that was only because Sam and Dean had tried finishing it off with seeing which one could eat the fastest without a brain freeze. I rolled my eyes but smiled affectionately at them both; dorks.

At the end of the movie, I remembered why I hated it. The damn thing made me cry. I mean, basically what happens is that Sally Field's husband, the one who died, is a ghost and is hanging around because they both still love each other. Huh, ironic much? But at the end she says goodbye with a kiss and she lives her life with another man and gets re-married. God damnit, I knew the waterworks were going to start when the music swelled. I tried holding the tears back, most likely from embarrassment but then finally I just let them roll down my cheeks. Hey, if a movie has you feeling for it, you know its good. But I was always the sucker when it came to romantic comedies and Dean and Sam usually rolled their eyes and talked about how the plot was poorly written. But I'm guessing since something similar had happened tonight, no one said a word.

I sniffled and rubbed my nose as the credits popped up. "Babe?" Dean asked softly. "Are you crying?"

I shook my head and horribly wiped the tracks away. "No…" He then let out a laugh and Sam smiled softly. "What do you two expect? Huh? I always do this…it's a sad movie."

Dean threw an arm over my shoulder and rubbed. "You're such a girl."

Sam hopped off the bed and rummaged through the tapes that we somehow never returned. "Funny movie next, Liar Liar with Jim Carrey?" He asked and I nodded. "Okay, first bathroom break." He headed into the bathroom and I sniffled again, not crying anymore but trying to get rid of my stuffy nose now.

"You want a tissue?" Dean asked and I nodded. He reached over to the nightstand and handed me one and I blew my nose and then crumpled the tissue in my hand, putting it in the empty ice cream container. "You okay? It was just a movie, silly." He said affectionately and stroked my hair.

"I know, Dean."

"Hey, no need to get all angry on me here." He said and I giggled slightly.

"Sorry, I'm embarrassed."

He leaned in close to me and trialed his lips down the side of my head and then to my cheek. He wiped the tear tracks away with his lips but it wasn't kissing. Just goddamn teasing.

"You totally picked a sad movie on purpose didn't you?"

Dean smiled slowly, which just confirmed my suspicions. "I did no such thing…is this cheating?" He asked quietly and I nodded.

"Yeah…but I don't want you to stop." I said softly and pushed my cheek gently into his lips. He gave me a small gentle kiss that I didn't count and pulled back, smiling.

"Better?" He asked and I nodded. "Good, now back to the bet."

I yawned and nodded. "Okay, deal." He stroked my hair again.

"You gonna be able to stay up for the rest of the marathon?" Dean asked and I nodded, shimmying down under the covers and resting my head along Dean's warm stomach. I rubbed my face against him and I felt him smile softly and continue to put small pieces of hair that were out of my braid behind my ear.

"Uh huh." I replied sleepily. Yeah, that proved it. "I'm just getting comfy. And you, Dean Winchester, are comfy."

Dean laughed and I felt it rumble everywhere in his body. "Thanks." He replied and I smiled, pushing my face into his skin again. I wrapped my arms around his waist and squeezed him. After a moment or two he leaned down and kissed my head. "Goodnight, Andy."

I murmured a goodnight and noticed he got away with another kiss. But that was okay, I knew how to get him back. But that was being saved for tomorrow. For right now, Dean was incredibly comfy and warm and as he pulled the sheets up over my shoulders I wasn't going to move for anything.

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