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 us from driving. "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.