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Supernatural (Dean Winchester x Female!Reader)

Roadkill

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*3rd Person POV*

After crashing into the tree, Molly wakes up and looks around, disoriented. "David? David?" She calls out to her husband then she crawls out of the wreck. "David? David?" She yells but he is nowhere to be seen.

"Da...David?!" She said, shakily, then she staggers through the woods, calling for him. "David?! David?" She shouts. Then she comes upon a cabin, with a candle burning in the window. "Hello? Is anyone here?" She asked as she enters the cabin. "Hello?" She said and she passes a wall covered in tools, then sees the Man, who was the one she tried to avoid before she crashed, was standing with his back to her.

"It's you. You're okay. I'm so sorry." She said, apologetically, as she walks closer to the man. "I didn't see you there. Are you...Are you hurt?" She asked and she reaches out to touch him. "Sir?" She asked. He turns towards her, blood dripping down his face. His mouth opens, spilling more blood, and his face turns dark and rotting. She glances down and sees his stomach, which was cut opened and his guts were spilling out, and she screams.

Molly runs through the woods away from the cabin. She staggers onto the road, where a car is approaching. "Stop!" She shouts as she stands in the middle of the road, hands out, as the car, a Chevy Impala, comes closer.

"Holy-!" Dean said and he stops the Impala just in front of her. "You've got to help me." She said and she goes to the passenger's side and pounds on the window, which Sam rolls down. "Please. Please!" She pleads just as (y/n) leans forward from the backseat.

"All right, all right. Calm down, calm down. Tell us what happened." Sam said to her, calmly.

*(y/n)'s POV*

"I-I swerved, a-And we crashed. And when I came to, the car was wrecked and my husband was missing. I went looking for him, but that's when the man from the road, he...he started chasing me." The woman explains to us after we parked the car on the side of the road, all four of us were standing around.

"Did he look like he lost a fight with a lawn mower?" Dean asked her. "How did you know that?" She asked, shocked, as she looks over at Dean. "Lucky guess." Dean said with a smirk.

"Ma'am, what's your name?" I asked her. "Molly. Molly Mcnamara." She replied and the boys and I exchange a look. "I think maybe you should come with us. We'll take you back into town." Sam said to her. "I can't. I have to find David. He might have gone back to the car." She said.

"We should get you somewhere safe first. Then Dean, Sam and I will come back. We'll look for your husband." I assured her. "No. I'm not leaving here without him. Would you just take me back to my car, please?" She asked us. "Of course. Come on." Sam said and we get back into the Impala.

After pointing out where the crash was, we park by the woods and get out. Molly goes and leads us into the woods. "It's right over there." She said and we come up to this area and she stops and looks around. "I don't understand. I'm sure this is where it was. W-We hit that tree right there. This...this doesn't make any sense." She said and she goes to investigate, while Sma turns to Dean.

"Dean, we got to get out of here. Greeley could show up at any second." Sam said to him. "What are you gonna tell her?" Dean asked him. "The truth?" I said like it was obvious. "She's gonna take off running in the other direction." Dean said to us.

"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." Molly pleads to us. "Molly, listen, we do believe you. But that's why we want to get you out of here." Sam said to her. "What about David? Something must have happened. I have to get to the cops." She said, in a panic.

"Cops...that's a great idea. We'll take you down to the station ourselves. So just come with us. It's the best way we can help you and your husband." Dean said to her. "Okay." She said and she comes back up.

We drive down the road, Molly was sitting next to me in the backseat. "We're supposed to be in lake Tahoe." She said, sadly. "You and David?" I asked her. "It's our five-year anniversary." She said to me. "A hell of an anniversary." Dean said and Molly let's out a small scoff.

"Right before, we were having the dumbest fight." She said then she sighs. "It was the only time we ever really argued...when we were stuck in the car." She said and Sam and I laugh. "Yeah. I know how that goes." Sam said. "Me too." I said as we look over at Dean, who scowls at us.

"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?" She asked, tears in her eyes. "Molly...We're gonna figure out what happened to your husband. I promise." I said to her, assuredly.

"This song..." she said as if recalling something. "What?" I asked her. "It was playing when we crashed." She said then the radio crackles again, and settles on another station. "She's mine. She's mine. She's mine." A very creepy voice, who I assume is Greeley's, said.

Then the radio starts making odd noises and plays 'House of the Rising Sun'. "Did you-- ?" Dean asked Sam. "No." Sam said. "I was afraid you'd say that." Dean grumbles while Molly leans forward, staring at the radio.

"What is that?" She said and we see Greeley had appeared in the middle of the road. Dean floors it straight at him. "Hold on." He said. "What are you doing?" Molly asked as we drive straight into Greeley, who vanishes in a puff of smoke.

"What the...What the hell just happened?" Molly asked, panicked. "Don't worry, Molly. Everything's gonna be all right." Sam assures her when the Impala begins to shudder. "Spoke a little too soon, Sammy." Dean said and the Impala coasts to a stop on the side of the road. Dean tries to start it again but the ignition sputters. "I don't think he's gonna let her leave." I said as all four of us exit the car.

"This can't be happening." She said, scared. "Well...Trust me. It's happening." Dean said as he opens the trunk and starts pulling out weaponry. "Well...Okay. Thanks for helping, but I think I got it covered from here." Molly said, nervously, as we turn and see her backing away from us, obviously terrified.

"Wait. Molly, Molly, wait a minute." Sam tried to say as he goes towards her but she backs up some more. "Just leave me alone." She said, panicked. "No no no. Please. You have to listen to me." Sam said, trying to calm her down. "Just stay away." Molly yells and she turns and starts to leave then I sigh before I take a few steps forward.

"It wasn't a coincidence that we found you, all right?" I said to her, loudly, and she stops and turns back. "What are you talking about?" Molly asked. "We weren't just cruising for chicks, or in (y/n)'s case dudes, when we ran into you, sister. We were already out here. Hunting." Dean said to her.

"Hunting for what?" She asked. "Ghosts." Dean replied and I facepalm at this. "D...d...don't...Sugarcoat it for her." Sam said, exasperated. "You're nuts." Molly said. "Really? About as nuts as a vanishing guy with his guts spilling out. You know what you saw." Dean said as Molly gives him a shocked look.

"We think his name is Jonah Greeley. He was a local farmer that died 15 years ago on this highway." Sam said to her. "Just...stop." Molly pleads to us. "One night a year, on the anniversary of his death, he haunts this road. That's why we're here, Molly. To try and stop him." I said to her.

"Now, I suppose this...ghost made my car disappear, too." She said and Dean shrugs. "Crazier things have happened, huh?" He said. "You know what? I'm all filled up on crazy. I'm gonna get the cops myself." Molly said to us. "I don't mean to be harsh, but I don't think you're gonna get too far." Dean said to her.

"What is that supposed to mean?" She asked, suspiciously. "Means that plan A was trying to get you out of here. Obviously that didn't go over too well with, uh, Farmer Roadkill." Dean replied. "Molly, we're telling the truth. Greeley's not gonna let you leave this highway." Sam said and Molly looks between us.

"You're s...you're serious about this, aren't you?" She asked us. "Deadly." Dean said, firmly. "Every year, Greeley finds someone to punish for what happened to him. Tonight that person is you." I said to her. "Why me? I didn't do anything." Molly said, confused. "Doesn't matter. Some spirits only see what they want." Sam replied.

"So you're saying this...Greeley, he took my husband? Oh, God." She said, terrified and tearful. "Molly, look, we're gonna help, all right? But first, you gotta help us." I said to her. "Help you? How?" She asked us.

Later, Molly leads back to the cabin where she said she saw Greeley. "This is it. This is where I saw him." She said as she points at this abandoned cabin. "Must have been his hunting cabin." Dean said just as I see vicious tools hanging, and a bloodstained table. "Huh. Seemed like a real sweet guy." I said, sarcastically.

"No markers or headstones outside." Sam said as he looks around. "You're looking for Greeley's grave?" Molly asked him.

"Yeah." Sam replied.

"Why?" She asked. "So we can dig up the corpse and salt and burn it." I replied.

"Oh. Sure, naturally." She said, with sarcasm.

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

"And that'll save David?" She asked us. "Well, this is what'll help both of you, provided there's a corpse to be found." Sam said.

"So how do we find it?" asked Molly. "I'm not sure. After Greeley died, his wife claimed the body. And that was the last anyone saw of her. So good guess she brought him back here. But they had a thousand acres. He could be buried anywhere on 'em." I said to her.

"So this is really what you guys do? You're like Ghostbusters?" She asked us. "Yeah." Sam and I said. "Minus the jumpsuits." Dean said. "This is a fascinating conversation and all, but this highway is only haunted once a year, and we got till sun-up to wrap this thing up. What do you say we move it along, okay? Great." He said, briskly, and we go outside and continue our search.

"What are we looking for?" She asked us. "Greeley's house. Maybe he's buried there. Look for roads or paths or something. Stay close." Sam tells her. "Yeah. Okay." She said and we continue to look.

At one point, I noticed that she was gone. "Uh, guys...?" I started to say when we hear a scream. We share a look then we head off and see Greeley had grabbed Molly. "Whoops." Dean said as he points and shoots Greeley in the head, making him dissipates.

"Hey! Are you all right?" I asked Molly as I go up to her. "What has that son of a bitch done with my husband?" She asked as Sam comes up to her as well. "Just take it easy, all right? You're gonna see David again. You will." Sam assures her.

"Hey!" Dean yells, indicating something ahead of us. "Follow the creepy brick road." He said and I gesture for Molly to follow Dean. "Go ahead." I said to her and I follow Dean and Molly comes up behind me while Sam takes the rear end of the line.

"That thing shoots rock salt?" She asked, gesturing at the gun. "Yep." Sam and I replied. "And plain salt keeps away spirits?" She asked. "Simple remedies are always the best. In most cultures, salt's a symbol of purity, so it repels impure and unnatural things. Same reason you throw it over your shoulder." Sam explains as we round the corner and see a creepy house.

"You know, just once I'd like to round the corner and see a nice house." Dean said and I snort. "Well, you're in the wrong business, honey." I teased as I pat his shoulder and Sam, Molly and I enter the house, first, then few seconds later Dean comes in.

"Any headstones outside?" Sam asked him. "Yeah, right. Is it ever that easy?" Dean asked, annoyed. "I guess not." Sam said then Dean points at Molly and Sam. "You two check upstairs. See if you can find any notes or records telling us where he's buried. (Y/n) and I'll just check down here." Dean said and Sam and Molly go upstairs.

Dean and I looked around the room but nothing. Dean sighs and starts to head upstairs, I follow close behind. "You know, we have to tell her." I said to Dean, referring to Molly. "We will, just...not now. When we stop Greeley, then we can break the news to her." Dean said to me as we walk down the hallway and hear Sam and Molly talking.

"Yeah. Uh, it could be revenge. Could be love. Or hate. Whatever it is, they just hold on too tight. Can't let go. So they're trapped. Caught in the same loops. Replaying the same tragedies over and over." Sam said, in kind've a sad tone. "You sound almost sorry for them." Molly pointed out as we get closer to the room they were in. "Well, they weren't evil people, you know? A lot of them were good. Just...Something happened to them. Something they couldn't control." Sam said, in a soft tone, just as we get up to the doorway.

"Sammy's always getting a little J. Love Hewitt when it comes to things like this. Me, I don't like 'em. And I sure as hell ain't making apologies for 'em." Dean said as they look up at us, and I see Sam holding an old photo album. "There's nothing downstairs. You find anything?" I asked Sam. "Uh, just about every piece of mail or receipt they ever had. Looked through a couple, but nothing about a grave so far." Sam said as Dean investigates a wall.

"What?" I asked Dean. "There's something behind here." He said and he tosses his flashlight to Sam. "Here." He said and he moves a cabinet aside, revealing a small hidden door. He pokes at it. "It's locked from the inside." Dean said.

Turning around, he throws a back kick at the door, which does nothing. He looks surprised, then braces himself and kicks harder, making the door fall inward. We crawl through and, once we get into the room, we brush away cobwebs to stand up.

"It smells like old lady in here." Dean remarks said just as I find a corpse hanging by the neck from the ceiling. "And that would explain why." I said as I pointed at the body and they stare at it. "Well, now we know why nobody ever saw her again." Dean said.

"She didn't want to live without him." Molly muttered, sadly, while Sam picks up a chair as if to take down the corpse. "Dean, give me a hand." He said. "Really?" Dean asked and Sam nods.

"What are you gonna do?" Molly asked them. "We can't leave her like this." Sam said to Dean. "Why not?" Dean asked, annoyed. "She deserves to be put to rest, Dean." I said to him and he reluctantly agrees.

Sam stands on the chair and begins to cut through the rope as Dean steadies the corpse. "Son of a..." Dean grumbling at the smell, or the horribleness of holding a corpse.

Later, the boys begin to dig a grave for Mrs. Greeley while Molly and I stand by. "So...So, if you manage to put Greeley to rest, too...What happens to them?" She asked us. "Lady, that answer is way beyond our pay grade." Dean said and I sighed, exasperated. "You hunt these things, but you don't know what happens to them?" Molly asked, confused. "Well, they never come back. That's all that matters." Dean said and I look over at Molly, seeing that answer didn't satisfy her.

"After they let go of whatever's keeping them here, they...they just go. I hope someplace better, but we don't know. No one does." I replied to her. "What happens when you burn their bones?" She asked. "Umm...Well, my dad used to say that was like death for ghosts, you know? But...The truth is, we still don't know. Not for sure." Sam said then he looks at Dean. "Guess that's why we all hold on to life so hard. Even the dead. We're all just scared of the unknown." Sam said.

"The only thing I'm scared of is losing David. I have to see him again. I have to." She said and she looks down as I look at the boys, worriedly.

Molly was pacing in one room, looking through the photo album, while the boys and I were waiting in another room nearby. "I think we should tell her about her husband." Sam said to Dean. "We can't." Dean replied. "Dean, it's cruel, letting her pine for him like this. I don't like keeping her in the dark." I said to him. "Neither do I." Sam said. "It's for her own good." Dean said as he gets up.

"I know you feel guilty, all right? But let's just stick to the plan. Let's get her out of here. Then we'll tell her." Dean said just as Molly approaches us. "Tell me what? What aren't you telling me?" She asked us and the boys and I look at each other.

"It's about David. You know what happened to him." Molly said, firmly. "Molly--" Sam tried to explain but Dean talks over him. "Sam, don't." He said. "Don't what? Don't tell me because I'll mess up your hunt? You don't care about me or my husband." Molly said, getting angry.

"That's not true." I said to her. "Really? Then whatever it is, tell me, please." She pleads and I swallow, wanting to tell her the truth, but then a radio turns on, static, then the song House of the Rising Sun begin to play.

"He's coming." Molly said, panicked, then Dean turns to me and Sam. "Stay with her." He said and he goes cautiously towards the sound. Molly stands by the window, I stand next to her while Sam steps cautiously forward towards the next room.

Suddenly I hear a crash behind me and I turn to see a figure coming through the window. The figure then knocks me to the side and grabs Molly. She screams as she is dragged outside. I get up just as Dean and Sam comes running back.

"He's got Molly!" I yelled and we leap through the window and chase them through the woods. But we lose sight of them, and return to the house.

"This guy is persistent." Dean growls. "We gotta find Molly." Sam said. "We gotta find Greeley's bones. And, uh, no pressure or anything, but we got less than two hours before sunrise." I said to the boys and Sam looks through the photo album.

"Hey." He said and we go stand next to him. "What do you got?" Dean asked him and Sam points at the caption on a photo. "February 6, 1992." He said. "That was like two weeks before the accident, wasn't it?" Dean asked. "Yeah. I mean, it looks like the hunting cabin, but...I swear there's a tree there right where they're standing." Sam said then we look up.

"I should've thought of it." Sam mutters. "What?" I asked him. "It's an old country custom, guys. Planting a tree as a grave marker." He said. "You're like a walking encyclopedia of weirdness." Dean teased and Sam glares at him. "Yeah. I know." He said, somewhat bitterly, and we leave.

Moments later, we approach the cabin from the outside, carrying shovels. "Go get Molly." I said to Dean. As he heads inside, Sam and I begin to dig around the tree as we hear Dean firing at Greeley. We digged, feverishly, until I hit something hard. We look down and see it's bones. From inside, Sam and I could hear Dean yell, "Hurry up, guy!"

Sam then empties a box of salt into the open grave. Seconds later, I emptied a container of gasoline into the grave then Sam lights a match and drops it in and the corpse catches fire and burns.

Later, Sam, Dean, Molly and I approach the Impala and Dean pats it lovingly. "Oh, baby, it's been a long night." He said and he drops his bag in the back, then climbs into the driver's seat. Sam opens the back door for Molly as I get in in the back on the other side.

"All right. Let's get you out of here." Sam said to her. "I'm not going anywhere until you tell me what happened to my husband." Molly said, firmly. "Molly..." Sam said, sadly. "All this time...I've been looking for him, and you knew that...You knew that Greeley killed him, didn't you? He's dead." She said, in an angry tone.

"No, Molly. David's alive." I said and Molly leans down to look at me. "What? You're sure?" She asked. "I'm sure." I said and Sam looks at her. "We'll take you to him. Come on." He said ans she gets in, smiling with relief.

We pull up in front of a nice suburban home, the lights were on inside. "He's in that house, right there." Sam said as Molly looks at the house, confused. "I don't understand." She said as she looks over at the boys then at me. "You will." I said and we get out.

She approaches the window, and can see David inside, wearing a bathrobe, and pouring a cup of coffee. "That's...not...It can't be." She said as Sam, Dean and I were watching Molly then we look at each other. David looks up and a woman in a bathrobe comes up to him, kissing him on the lips.

"What's happening?" Molly asked as she turns to face us. "Who is that?" She asked. "That's David's wife." Sam said and Molly turns around to look at the house again, then back to us. "I'm sorry, Molly. 15 years ago, you and your husband hit Jonah Greeley with your car. David survived." I explained, feeling really sorry for her.

"What are you saying?" She asked us. "We're saying there isn't just one spirit haunting Highway 41. There are two. Jonah Greeley and you." Dean replied. "For the past 15 years, one night a year you've been appearing on that highway." Sam said.

"No, that's not possible. It was our anniversary...February 22nd --" Molly stammers before I finished for her. "1992." I said. "Yes." Molly exclaims. "Molly, it's 2007." Dean said and Molly's eyes widen. "Oh, God." She cries.

Flashback #1

"All right. Tell me about Highway 41." Dean said to us. "12 accidents over 15 years. Five of them fatal, all of them happening on the same night." Sam explains. "So what are we looking at...Interstate dead zone? Phantom hitchhiker? What?" I asked him. "Not quite. Year after year, witnesses said the same thing made them crash. A woman appearing in the middle of the road, being chased by a man covered in blood." Sam replied.

"Two spooks?" Dean asked and Sam nods.

Flashback #2

Sometime later, we found old newspaper articles referring to Molly and Jonah's deaths.

Flashback#3

"Now, where is Molly buried?" Dean asked David, as we interviewed him. "She...she wasn't buried anywhere. She was cremated." David explained, sadly.

"So much for burning her bones." Dean said to us as we walk out of his house. "Yeah, but then what's keeping her here?" I asked them.

Present Day

"Some spirits only see what they want." Sam said to her and she looks at us, tears in her eyes.

Flashback #4

Then a woman runs out onto the road, stopping the us. "You have to help me!" She shouts as we stare at her. "Dean, I don't think she knows she's dead." Sam said as the woman, which we figured was Molly, comes up to Sam's side. "Please! Open up! Please!" She pleads as she hangs on Sam's window. "Okay, okay! All right, all right. Just calm down. Tell us what happened." Sam said to her.

Present Day.

"And Greeley?" Molly asked us. "Each year he punishes somebody for his death...ah, chasing them. Torturing them. And each year, that somebody is you." I tell her. "But I don't remember any of it." She said. "Because you couldn't see the truth, Molly." Sam said to her.

"So that's why he won't let me off the highway. Because...I killed him. I killed us both." Molly said, realization, then she sits on the steps for a few moments as she process what we told her.

"Why didn't you tell me when you first saw me? Why wait until now?" She asked us after a few moments of silence. "You wouldn't have believed us." Dean said. "And you needed me for bait." Molly spat, accusingly.

"Well, we needed you." Sam said and she looks down. "David." She whispers, despairingly. "Molly, we brought you here so you could move on." I said to her, kindly.

"I have to tell him --" she said. "Tell him what? That you love him? That you're sorry? Molly, he already knows that. Look, if you want to go in there, we're not gonna stop you." I said to her. "Yeah, but you are gonna freak him right out. For life." Dean said. "David's already said his good byes, Molly. Now it's your turn. This is your unfinished business." Sam said and she looks down again then back at us.

"What am I supposed to do?" She asked. "Just...let go. Of David. Of everything. You do that...we think you'll move on." Sam said and Molly begins to cry. "But you don't know where." She said. "No. But Molly, you don't belong here. Haven't you suffered long enough? It's time. It's time to go." I tell her.

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

"I guess she wasn't so bad...for a ghost. You think she's really going to a better place?" Dean asked Sam. "I hope so." Sam said and I nod. "Yeah, me too. She's already been throug hell for 15 years." I said. "I guess we'll never know. Not until we take the plunge ourselves, huh?" Dean said to us.

"Doesn't really matter, Dean. Hope's kind of the whole point." Sam said to him. "All right, Haley Joel." Dean said as he smacks Sam in the shoulder. "Let's hit the road." He said and we cross the road and get back in the Impala as the light rain begins to fall.

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