Jenny and Molly watched as Sam and Dean dug a grave for Mrs. Greeley, Jenny's arms crossed just below her stomach as if she were having a bad cramp.

"You alright?" Molly asked, frowning at the woman. Jenny nodded, taking a side step away from Molly.

"Yeah. I'm fine." She lied, Dean pausing to give Jenny a worried glance. Jenny gave him a reassuring nod, gesturing to Molly, who started to talk.

"So... So, if you manage to put Greeley to rest, too... What happens to them?" She asked, and Dean laughed, slamming his shovel into the dirt.

"Lady, that answer is way beyond our pay grade."

"We don't get paid, Dean." Jenny argued, to which Dean sighed loudly.

"You hunt these things, but you don't know what happens to them?" Molly asked, frowning. Jenny hummed in thought, turning to her.

"Well, depending on if the ghost was a bad person when they were alive, they're probably rotting in hell. If not... I don't know where they are."

"They never come back. That's all that matters." Dean commented, digging more. Molly nodded solemnly, looking away.

"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." Sam spoke, which seemed to please Molly just a little bit.

"What happens when you burn their bones?"

"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 looked to Dean, then to Jenny, who shrugged. "Guess that's why we all hold on to life so hard. Even the dead. We're all just scared of the unknown."

"The only thing I'm scared of is losing David. I have to see him again." There was a long pause before Molly continued. "I have to."

Jenny looked at Sam and Dean, knowing that it was better if she didn't tell Molly the truth in this moment.

———

Sam, Dean and Jenny all stood in a room together in the cabin, Molly in another room pacing back and forth. Dean was sitting on a chair, Jenny rocking back and forth behind him.

Sam sighed quietly, watching Molly for a moment before turning back to his brother and friend. "I think we should tell her about her husband."

"We can't." Dean shook his head, Jenny crossing her arms again.

"Not yet. But we have to soon."

"Jenny's right. It's cruel, letting her pine for him like this. I don't like keeping her in the dark." Sam argued quietly, and Dean stood up.

"It's for her own good. Man, I know you guys feel guilty, all right? But let's just stick to the plan. Let's get her out of here. Then we'll tell her." Sam was quiet for a moment before he nodded. Molly reentered the room, a frown on her face.

"Tell me what? What aren't you telling me? It's about David. You know what happened to him." Molly snapped. Jenny's brows rose as she glanced between Sam and Dean, who both looked to her.

"We can't." She grumbled. Molly gave her an angry look

"Can't what? Can't tell me because I'll mess up your hunt? You don't care about me or my husband."

"That's not true." Sam deflected, turning towards her.

"Really? Then whatever it is, tell me, please." Sam stayed quiet, swallowing down his words as he knew Dean would shut him down. The radio nearby suddenly turned on, 'House of the Rising Sun' beginning to play. "He's coming."

"Stay with her." Dean told Sam, gesturing for Jenny to follow him. The two cautiously walked towards the sound, uncovering a dusty radio that had powered itself on. Dean crouched down and found a broken, frayed power cord, turning to show Jenny.

Another noise alerted the two, quickly walking towards the front door. They froze in their tracks as it frosted over, and the words 'SHE'S MINE' appeared in it.

A loud crash, followed by Molly screaming, caused Dean and Jenny to start running back.

"He's got Molly!" Sam yelled as they entered the room again. Glass shards were scattered by the window, which the three merely leapt through. The hunters started chasing Greeley and Molly through the woods, but lost sight of them before they could get far.

"Dammit!" Jenny yelled, looking around as her eyes adjusted to the darkness.

"This guy is persistent." Dean complained, breathing heavily.

"Well, he was hit and killed by her." Jenny stated the obvious, Sam and Dean frowning at her.

"We gotta find Molly." Sam demanded as Jenny started walking ahead.

"We gotta find Greeley's bones. And, uh, no pressure or anything, but we got less than two hours before sunrise." Dean spoke nonchalantly as Sam pulled out his phone.

"Hey." Jenny walked back over, hoping Sam had found something useful.

"What do you got?" Dean quirked his head to Sam, who read something on the tiny screen.

"'February 6, 1992.'"

"That was like two weeks before the accident, wasn't it?" Dean questioned as Jenny nodded.

"Yeah. I mean, it looks like the hunting cabin, but... I swear there's a tree there right where they're standing." The three both looked up from the screen. "I should've thought of it."

"What?"

"People used to plant trees as a grave marker, right?" Jenny asked and Sam nodded in confirmation.

"Yeah, it's like an old country custom."

"You both are like two walking encyclopedias of weirdness." Dean gestured to the two, frowning. While Jenny chuckled at the comment, Sam gave his brother a bitchface as they started to leave.

———

Sam, Dean and Jenny approached the cabin from the outside, Jenny and Sam carrying shovels as Dean held ups. flashlight.

"Go get Molly." Sam gestured to Dean, who quickly headed inside the cabin as Jenny and Sam rushed to a tree, starting to dig.

It didn't take very long due ti how fast they were digging for Jenny to hit something solid.

"Hurry up, guys!" Dean called out from inside. Jenny looked up in a short-lived panic, expecting to see Dean get thrown out a window.

"Jenny, help me out!" Jenny snapped back, catching the salt Sam tossed at her whilst he drenched the bones in gasoline.

Jenny emptied the salt cam onto the bones, taking the matches from her pocket and struck ones dropping it into the grave.

"Nighty night." Jenny breathed heavily, wiping some sweat off of her forehead.

———

Jenny sighed in relief when the four of them finally reached the Impala, chuckling. "God I can't wait to take a nap."

"Oh, Baby, it's been a long night." Dean said under his breath as he tapped the car, smiling. He walked to the trunk and tossed his bag inside before meeting up with the three again.

"All right. Let's get you the hell out of here." Jenny clasped her hands together, and Molly quickly shook her head.

"I'm not going anywhere until you tell me what happened to my husband." Jenny pressed her lips together, glancing between Sam and Dean again.

"Molly—"

"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." Molly interrupted Sam, tears forming in her eyes as the young Winchester shook his head.

"No, Molly. David's alive." Her tears stopped quickly, followed by confusion.

"What? You're sure?"

"I'm sure. We'll take you to him. Come on." Sam opened the door for Molly, who smiled in relief and got in.

———

The group pulled up in front of a nice suburban home, Molly looking around with a frown.

"He's in that house, right there." Sam pointed to the house, and the woman looked to him.

"I don't understand."

"You will." The four all got out, watching as Molly approached the front window, where David was pouring himself a cup of coffee in a bathrobe. Jenny shoved her hands in her pockets, a solemn look hidden behind her eyes.

"That's ... not ... It can't be." Molly croaked out, turning back to the hunters, who all shared a look. Molly turned back in time to see a woman in a matching robe walk up to David, kissing him with a smile. "What's happening?" She turned back to them again. "Who is that?"

"That's David's wife." Jenny answered softly, Molly gasping as a tear slipped.

"I'm sorry, Molly." Sam started, walking towards her but not in the view of the window. "15 years ago, you and your husband hit Jonah Greeley with your car. David survived."

"What are you saying?" Molly cried, Dean speaking up.

"We're saying there isn't just one spirit haunting Highway 41. There are two. Jonah Greeley..."

"And you." Jenny finished, watching as Molly tried not to break down.

"For the past 15 years, one night a year you've been appearing on that highway." The woman shook her head.

"No, that's not possible. It was our anniversary ... February 22nd—"

"1992." Sam interrupted, and Molly nodded.

"Molly, it's 2007." Dean spoke, and her eyes widened in fear and shock.

"Oh, god."

"Some spirits only see what they want." Sam explained

"And Greeley?" Molly asked, holding her arms tight to her body as she tried to process it all.

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

"But I— But I don't remember any of it?" Molly frowned, looking up at the young Winchester.

"Because you couldn't see the truth, Molly." Jenny shrugged, Molly wiping a tear away.

"So that's why he won't let me off the highway. Because... I killed him. I killed us both." Molly walked over to the porch steps, slowly sitting down. "Why didn't you tell me when you first saw me? Why wait until now?"

"You wouldn't have believed us." Dean answered. Molly scoffed, looking at him accusingly.

"And you needed me for bait."

"Well, we needed you." Sam defended, and Molly turned to the front door.

"David."

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

"I have to tell him—"

"Tell him what? That you love him? That you're sorry?" Sam interrupted again, and Molly looked up at him, frowning. "Molly, he already knows that. Look, if you want to go in there, we're not gonna stop you."

"Yeah, but you are gonna freak him right out. For life." Dean commented, Jenny nudging him roughly.

"David's already said his good byes, Molly. Now it's your turn. This is your unfinished business." Sam gestured to the door, which Molly looked at again, quiet.

"What am I supposed to do?" She asked, slowly standing up.

"Just... let go. Of David. Of everything. You do that..." Sam shrugged, unsure. "We think you'll move on." Molly started to cry, shaking her head.

"But you don't know where."

"Well, from what we've learned about you tonight... You were a good person, Molly." Jenny reassured, giving her a false smile. "I'm sure that, if a Heaven does exist, you'll go there."

"She is right. But Molly, you don't belong here. Haven't you suffered long enough? It's time. It's time to go." Molly nodded sadly at Sam and Jenny's words, slowly stepping away from the house.

She turned her head up as the first light of dawn crept over the rooftops. Jenny, Sam and Dean watched as Molly became washed over by the light before turning into it, and vanished.

"I guess she wasn't so bad... for a ghost. You think she's really going to a better place?" Dean asked Jenny, who was quiet for a while, thinking. "Jen?"

"I hope so." She finally answered, her mind being overtaken by the thought of where her brother possibly ended up if he was truly dead. Or her parents.

"I guess we'll never know. Not until we take the plunge ourselves, huh?" Dean smirked as Jenny looked to him.

"Doesn't really matter, Dean. Hope's kind of the whole point." Sam commented as his brother smacked his shoulder.

"All right, Haley Joel. Let's hit the road." Dean got into the drivers seat, Sam giving Jenny that puppy-eyed look.

"Sam. Stop."

"Please I never get the front seat—"

"Don't give me that look—"

"Just this one time!" Jenny glared at Sam as she tried to not cave with his puppy eyes. She groaned in annoyance, gesturing to the other side of the car, and Sam grinned.

Jenny slid into the backseat, grumbling as Sam hopped in the front. Dean paused, slowly turning to Sam. "Get in the back."

"What!"

"In the back, Sammy. Jenny rides shotgun. House rules now." Dean shrugged as he started up the Impala.

"Your house rules suck! I want shotgun!"

"Quit being a baby. Get in the back." Sam stared at his brother with a look of betrayal as Dean started to chuckle, watching as his brother angrily got out of the car and into the back, Jenny getting out to hop in front.

"This is ridiculous. I need a vacation away from you damn love birds." Sam grumbled, crossing his arms as Jenny turned to look at Sam.

"Don't be too upset, Samurai. Like I said, you can have the front seat when I'm dead."