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Season 2, Episode 16 - Roadkill

Series Masterlist

Authors Note: So the song inspirations for the first part of this chapter are Whatta Man by Salt-N-Pepa and Meddle About by Chase Atlantic. I’d suggest listening to them in that order :)

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Third Person POV

Sioux Falls, South Dakota

The four hunters stumbled out of the bar, the crisp air hitting them like a brick to the forehead. The girls stumbled next to their respective men, leaning against them for support on the journey to the Impala.

The brothers both had to hold their friend’s up by their waists, one arm looped around them to keep them from falling over. The girls could barely stand up straight, still giggling to themselves about how drunk they were.

“Jesus Jo, how much did Y/N make you drink?” Sam grunted before picking Jo up bridal style. “Lost count hours ago,” she slurred with a lopsided smirk. Y/N didn’t even try to hold herself up at this point, her body weight completely leaning on Dean as she stumbled against him as they continued to walk through the parking lot.

Dean chuckled as she tripped over her own feet again, pulling her closer to him, her side flush against his. He had an arm wrapped around her waist, letting her rest all her weight against him as they walked.

Meanwhile, Jo was giggling from Sam’s hold, her head buried into his chest, her arms looped around his neck.

“Son of a…fuck this” Dean muttered tiredly before hauling Y/N up, wrapping his arms around her thighs to toss her over his shoulder. Y/N let out a surprised gasp at the unexpected action, her arms scrambling to find support on the solid back in front of her.

She was now hanging off of Dean like a limp ragdoll. This position gave her a perfect view of his ass, and she took full advantage of it, her hands gripping his hips as she laughed to herself.

“Quit it!” Dean grumbled at y/n who was tapping on both his ass cheeks like a pair of bongos. Both female hunters were laughing in the arms of the boys, who were currently carrying them like sacks of potatoes.

Once they reached the impala, Sam opened the back door to place Jo inside the car gently. Dean leaned over to open the other side back seat door, placing Y/N on the leather seat, mirroring Sam’s actions.

Both brothers slammed the doors shut once the girls were inside. “Yo, stay in the back with them,” Dean instructed his younger brother. Sam looked at him with a confused expression. “What? Why?” He asked with a frown. Dean rolled his eyes like it was the dumbest question in the world.

“Because y/n might stick her head out the window again during the drive over to Bobby’s and she’ll convince Jo to do it too,” he explained, his gaze flickering over to the girls in the backseat. Y/N has done it on more than one occasion when drunk in the backseat of Baby.

Sam’s eyes widened, before nodding in understandment, having witnessed a very intoxicated y/n, she could be persuasive and rangle Jo into doing it with her. “Good call” he chuckled before hopping into the back seat, taking Jo out before settling between the girls.

Dean rolled his eyes again, shaking his head at his brother's agreement, but he knew he was right. The girls would definitely convince each other to do something stupid. Dean got into the driver's seat, starting the engine. The Impala roared to life, the rumbling of the engine filling the car which was also rumbling with laughter.

Y/N and Jo were still laughing hysterically at nothing in particular in the back seat, both clearly completely wasted. Sam rubbed his temples from the sudden sound, bracing himself for the car journey back to Bobby’s, which thankfully, wasn’t too long.

As the Impala pulled out of the parking lot and back onto the road, the girls continued to cackle to themselves from in the back, making Sam roll his eyes and shake his head.

Dean glanced in the rearview mirror of the car to look at the girls in the backseat. He had to bite his tongue to hold back the smile that tugged at the corners of his lips. Then Y/N did exactly as Dean anticipated and attempted to stick her head out the window.

Sam immediately caught sight of it, before quickly grabbing Y/N’s arm, reeling her back inside the car. “Get back your ass to your seat” he grumbled, still holding onto her.

“You’re no fun, Sammy” she whined, pouting as she slumped back into her seat. Jo began snickering, leaning against the leather seats. She had the bright idea to do the exact same thing.

“Oh you’ve gotta be shitting me!” Sam exclaimed in frustration, grabbing ahold of Jo like he had done to Y/N. “Sit your ass down, right now” he commanded firmly, he mumbled before grabbing Jo by the waist and pulling her back into the seat, preventing her from sticking her head out like the y/n wanted to.

It was safe to assume Sam was probably regretting the decision of going out to drink with them. Their laughter filled the car, finding the entire situation hilarious.

Dean chuckled to himself, his eyes flickering to the rearview mirror again to look at the girls. Y/N snickered as Sam tried to wrangle an excited Jo into submission.

Jo was giggling uncontrollably, trying to wriggle out of his grip around her waist as she attempted to stick her head out of the window. “Let me out Sammy! It’s fun!” She protested.

“And I’m telling you no!” Sam responded firmly, holding her firmly in place as the impala continued down the road. Y/N continued to snicker, watching the spectacle of Sam trying to keep Jo seated. It was amusing to say the least.

Sam was starting to lose his patience, his grip on Jo’s hips becoming firm. “I swear to God himself, if you don’t stop trying to stick your head out, I will make you sit on my lap” he warned in annoyance.

Y/N tucked her lips into her mouth, her brows shooting to the sky as she and Dean shared a sly look in the rearview mirror. Dean had to bite back a smirk upon hearing Sam’s threat, taking a short glance in the rearview, shooting Y/N a small wink.

“Like I’d mind being on your lap, Sam” Jo teased with drunken slur, leaning against his chest once again. Sam’s heart was practically on the floor boards but he rolled his eyes, releasing his grip on one side of her waist to rub his temples again.

“How much longer, man?” Sam grumbled at his brother, praying this’ll all be over soon and they can put these two in their beds. Dean glanced down at the watch on his wrist, doing some quick mental math in his head. “Should only be another ten minutes before we get to Bobby’s” he replied, keeping his focus on the road.

The Impala pulled off the main road, driving up the dirt road that led to Bobby’s junkyard. Within the short span of ten minutes, both women were asleep, the alcohol finally taking its toll on their bodies.

Dean carefully brought Baby to a stop outside the house, the engine ceasing its rumbling once Dean parked the car. Silence engulfed the vehicle for a few moments.

Dean killed the engine, the Impala falling quiet. Y/N and Jo heads were slumped against Sam’s shoulders. Sam chuckled softly to himself, looking at the two women, both completely zonked out on his arms.

Dean glanced back again to take in the view, shaking his head at them. The two brothers shared an amused glance before Dean hopped out and made his way around to Y/N’s side.

Once he got round to her side, Dean opened the door and carefully reached in to pull Y/N out of the back. He slid one arm under her knees and the other under her shoulders, scooping her up bridal style.

Sam instead, slung Jo over his shoulder this time, both brothers making their way to Bobby’s porch. “Remind me again why we thought this was a good idea?” Sam muttered, pushing Jo further up his shoulder to stop her from slipping as he knocked on Bobby’s door.

“Good question” Dean mumbled tiredly, shifting Y/N against him carefully as he held her in his arms. She was completely passed out, her head resting against his collarbone, her face buried in the crook of his neck.

Bobby opened the door within a minute after the knocking, taking in the boys and the two drunken girls in their arms. “How much did you idjits let them drink?” Bobby grumbled, slightly amused, opening the door further to let them in.

“Not entirely sure, they stopped counting a while ago,” Sam replied sheepishly. Bobby shook his head at the answer, letting out a long sigh as they padded in. Bobby guided the boys through the halls of the house, into one of the spare rooms where they deposited the passed out gals on the bed.

Each of the guys gently placed the girls on opposite sides of the bed, making sure they were comfy and comfortable. Y/N was placed on her back, her head on one of the pillows, her knees bent slightly, limbs sprawled out on the bed. Jo’s placement was a mirror image of Y/N.

“Hey, Bobby. You got wipes?” Dean whispered. Bobby nodded in response, motioning to the bedside drawers. “Middle drawer” he replied in a low volume before waving them off and leaving the room. Dean nodded in acknowledgement, making his way over to the drawers.

He pulled open the middle drawer, finding packs of wet wipes neatly kept away inside. He grabbed a couple from the pack and walked back over to the bed, tossing the pack to Sam. He caught the pack with one hand, immediately going to work on cleaning the makeup off the girls’ faces.

Sam worked on Jo’s face while Dean worked on Y/N’s. The two remained passed out, totally undisturbed by the action, not even so much as stirring. Y/N’s arms remained limp by her sides, her chest rising and falling with each quiet breath she took as Dean wiped her stubborn mascara off, carefully taking her makeup off.

It was almost ironic how peaceful she looked at this moment, considering she was an absolute menace to be around once she was drunk. Sam was in the same boat, carefully removing the smudged makeup off of Jo as she slept.

After wiping away the makeup staining their faces, Dean and Sam moved down to remove the girls’ jackets and shoes. Dean gently peeled off Y/N’s leather jacket as Sam peeled off Jo’s jean jacket, making sure not to wake them in the process before folding them neatly before placing them on top of the drawers.

Dean then knelt down to remove Y/N’s combat boots one by one, before tossing them aside, while Sam pulled off Jo’s converse. With the jackets and shoes removed, both men checked to make sure Y/N and Jo had no other things on them that would be uncomfortable to sleep in.

Once they were satisfied, they both took a step back to admire the girls, completely passed out on the bed. Dean clapped Sam on his shoulder. “I’ll get the blankets,” he said before leaving the room to grab covers.

Sam stayed beside the bed, making sure the girls were comfy, taking a few moments to smooth the wrinkles on the sheets and comforter, adjusting them around the girls.

Dean returned a few moments later with a large blanket in his grip, dropping it on the foot of the bed. He made his way over to Y/N while Sam stood by Jo, the two silently opened out the blanket on either side before tossing it gently over the women, working together to tuck them in carefully without waking them.

With the girls covered up, both brothers stood over the bed, gazing down at the girls in a mixture of amusement and affection. They would be complaining like hell once they woke up with brutal hangovers tomorrow.

“Looks like our work here is done” Dean muttered, tucking a lock of y/n’s hair behind her ear. “Looks like it” Sam murmured in agreement, his eyes fixated on Jo, fixing her hair as well. Both boys took a few moments to observe the women under the blankets, admiring the serenity of their sleeping forms before making their way out of the room.

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The next morning, Y/N was abruptly woken up from her sleep from the ringtone of her cellphone loudly vibing against the bedside table. She let out a low groan, the loud blaring of Metallica making her hangover headache intensify.

She squinted her eyes open, glancing around the room for a moment, taking in her surroundings as she tried to remember where she was.

She blindly patted the side table on her side of the bed, trying to locate her phone to answer the call. Her hand felt around the wood surface until she came across the cold device, picking it up and answering the call without looking, her voice croaked with sleep. “Hello?”

“Hey, cupcake” the familiar voice of Ash chuckled through the speaker, his southern drawl dripping through the device. Y/N recognized the voice almost instantly, waking up a little more after hearing it. “What do you want, Billy Ray?” She groaned, squinting her eyes as she glanced down at Jo.

The blonde’s head was currently buried in Y/N’s chest, the hunter’s arm wrapped around her friend to stop Jo’s head from rolling off her chest.

“Can’t I call my favorite girl to see how she’s going?” Ash chuckled again, the smile in his voice clear. Y/N grumbled in annoyance, propping herself up on an elbow as her friend snuggled closer to her.

“Not in the mood for your jokes right now, Ash” she muttered, her voice rough with tiredness, still not fully awake. “Seriously, what do you want?” She sighed. “I’m just messin’ with you.” Ash’s voice came through the phone’s speakers again laced with amusement.

“But in all seriousness, Ellen’s callin’ for Jojo to get back to the Roadhouse, said she needed her for something.” Ash stated. “Alright, I’ll tell her once she’s awake” Y/N muttered, sighing deeply. She enjoyed the past week with having Jo by her side, she’d miss her but she knew they’d keep in contact. If not, Jo might threaten to kick her ass.

“Alright, I’ll let her know she’s on her way” he replied. “Later, cupcake” Ash mused. “Goodbye, Billy Ray” Y/N grumbled before hitting the end call button. Y/N placed the phone back on the side table after the call ended. She slowly looked down at Jo, still fast asleep against her chest, her head buried in the crook of her neck.

Y/N sighed once more, running her fingers through Jo’s hair. “Hey, sleepy head, gotta wake up” she murmured gently, lightly tapping her friend’s shoulder to try and coax her out of her sleep.

Jo barely stirred in her sleep, making y/n grow a bit impatient because she desperately needed to pee. “Wake your ass up. I gotta peee” Jo groaned in protest, burying her face further into Y/N’s chest, refusing to leave the warm comforters.

“Go without me” she mumbled into the girl’s chest, her voice thick with sleep. Y/N rolled her eyes in response, shoving her shoulder lightly. “Joanna Beth, get your white ass up and walk to the bathroom with me or I’m tipping your ass off this bed” she snapped.

Jo groaned again, reluctantly extracting herself from the warmth of Y/N’s chest. She slowly sat up on the bed, rubbing the sleep from her eyes as she glanced at Y/N.

“Fine, you bratty bitch, I’m up” she mumbled, the irritation clear in her voice, yet there was a hint of fondness in her voice.

After their visit to the bathroom, Y/N groaned in agony, leaning against her friend as the pair hobbled into the kitchen. The headache was bad enough, but the hangover made everything ten times worse.

Both girls had to blink several times to rid their vision of the slight blurriness from their drowsiness, letting their eyes adjust to the bright lights of the kitchen. Bobby was standing by the stove with a pot of coffee in one hand and a spatula in the other, while the brothers sat around the table.

The brothers glanced up as the girls staggered into the room. Dean chuckled at the sight before him, the girls in yesterday’s clothes and hair sticking in several directions, walking like they were half dead.

Sam simply smirked in amusement, hiding it behind a mug of coffee. Bobby just grunted in acknowledgment, a small amused smile tugging on his lips.

“Jesus, you two look absolutely awful” Dean commented, raising an eyebrow at the state the girls were in. They looked like they’d been hit by several trucks, and it was safe to say their hangovers were just getting started.

Y/N laughed sarcastically before dropping the act and snatching Dean’s mug of coffee away from him. “Wha- I-” Dean protested to Y/N stealing his coffee, watching as she downed the rest of it in a few large gulps. “You don’t know the half of it” Jo mumbled, slumping down on a chair next to Sam, resting her head on her arm.

Sam offered her his cup, which she gratefully accepted. “Rough night, huh?” Bobby chuckled from across the stove as the girls sat down, flipping a pancake. Y/N grunted in response, folding her arms on the table and resting her head on them.

“Fun while it lasted” Jo muttered before taking a sip from Sam’s mug. “Ash called by the way. Told me that your mom wanted you back at the Roadhouse” Y/N informed Jo as Bobby plated the two girls some bacon and pancakes while Dean refilled Y/N’s mug, making himself a new cup.

Jo groaned at the statement, lifting her head off the table. “Ugh, of course something comes up now,,” she grumbled. She glanced at Y/N in acknowledgment before turning her attention to her food, picking up a fork.

Sam frowned at her words. “Sucks you gotta go” he sighed. “I’ll be back sometime soon, promise” she offered the younger Winchester a smile, taking a bite of her pancakes before continuing. Sam’s heart fluttered at this but he quickly schooled it with a firm nod and a clearing of his throat.

Within the next couple of hours, Jo was already packed and ready to go. Bobby lent the young hunter an old car from his salvage yard in order for her to get home safely. She was zipping up her bag in the room she and y/n stayed in since getting back from Ohio.

She tossed the bag over her shoulder and head out to the living room where the trio was lounging along with Bobby. Y/N was first to get up from the couch. “Here’s to the next time we see each other” Y/N teased, holding out her fist for Jo to bump, a smile on her lips.

Jo rolled her eyes in response to the comment, though a smile tugged at her own lips as she bumped Y/N’s fist with hers. “Yeah, yeah, whatever, see ya, loser” she returned. They pouted at each other before quickly wrapping their around one another.

“I’ll see you soon, skank” Y/N chuckled into her neck. “Yeah, yeah, miss ya already, slut” Jo replied with a roll of her eyes, though her smile betrayed her. They held the embrace for a while, not willing to be the first to pull away.

“For God’s sake. She’s going to Nevada, not Narnia” Bobby quipped from the couch. A reluctant snort escaped Y/N as she pulled away from Jo. She knew he was right, but she’d miss Jo all the same. Jo shot a glare at Bobby, sticking her tongue out at him.

“As if you’re not gonna miss me, old man” she retorted, to which the older hunter rolled his eyes fondly. “You be safe kiddo” Bobby pushed himself up and hugged her. She nodded obediently before she turned to Dean.

“Later, man” He extended his fist for a bump. “Later, man” Jo returned the fist bump with a smirk. She turned to Sam, her expression softening when she saw him standing slightly off to the side.

Sam’s heart was practically on his sleeve, his fondness for her almost overwhelmingly strong as his eyes met hers. Jo’s heart fluttered again as she looked at him, her own emotions almost bursting out at the seams. “I’ll walk you out to your car” Sam offered softly, taking her bag from her shoulder.

Jo’s heart seemed to jump at the gentle yet smooth sound of his voice, a small smile curving on her lips. She was unable to verbally reply, her voice getting stuck in her throat, so she simply nodded.

Y/N smiled as she watched the two, silently admiring the obvious fondness between the two. Even Bobby and Dean were exchanging knowing looks from the couch.

“Thanks” Jo mustered up softly, letting Sam take her bag. She turned to Y/N, mouthing a “say nothing” in regards to the look on the other girl’s face. Y/N held up her hand in surrender, a playful smile on her lips, mouthing back a “calm down, relax” in response.

Jo shot a small glare at Y/N before her gaze settled on Sam once again, the glare disappearing and replaced with a warm smile. Sam returned the smile, his heart leaping at the sight of it, and wrapped a hand on the small of her back to guide her out towards the front door.

As the front door shut behind them, Sam took a moment to admire the way the sunlight casted over Jo’s skin, her blonde hair falling perfectly over her face. He placed her bag in the backseat of the car before turning to look at her, the sunlight framing her head in a way that made her look almost angelic.

The butterflies in her stomach returned again, full force. The way Sam was looking at her made her feel vulnerable yet warm, both sensations unfamiliar yet not uncomfortable. Their eyes met, and all the words she had wanted to say slipped away like sand through her fingers. Her brain was mush.

She tried to look away, her eyes darting to the car for a quick moment before returning her gaze back to him. The silence was killing her, she was screaming at herself to say something, anything, but no words came to mind. She was about to open her mouth to speak, but Sam beat her to it.

“You be careful, alright angel?” He murmured softly, his voice low and smooth. It sent a shiver down Jo’s spine, her heart rate rising once again at the sound. He stepped closer to her, his hand coming up to tuck some loose strands of hair behind her ear.

He was mere inches from her, the drastic height difference not going unnoticed by either of them. She had to tilt her head back a good bit in order to meet his gaze.

Despite the drastic difference in height, she felt nowhere close to unsafe. She actually felt protected, not that she needed to be, but the comfort the simple touch brought was impeccable. She swallowed hard, not trusting herself to speak, so she simply nodded in reply.

He smiled at her again, his hand remaining just behind her ear, his thumb caressing her cheekbone gently. The motion was so smooth and gentle that she had to fight back the urge to close her eyes and nuzzle into his hand like a cat craving attention and touch.

A moment of silence passed, they were both just enjoying the other’s presence. Her eyes flickered to his lips, noticing how smooth and pink they looked. Part of her longed to taste them, to let herself fall into him and feel him completely, but the logical part of her brain fought that urge and fought it hard.

But for Sam, he felt as if he was drowning. The proximity of her presence against him was intoxicating, and it took every single fiber of self control in his body to not give into the desire to pull her flush against him and kiss her with as much passion as he could.

She looked so small and sweet up against him, as if she could break at any moment, and he wanted to protect her from everything in the world, and yet at the same time, he wanted to break her, make her scream his name until her voice was gone.

Fuck it. Sam thought to himself.

He was tired of denying himself. He was not his brother, he’d rather take the risk than drown in his feelings. He wanted her. He needed her, the constant urge of wanting to hold her, kiss her, run his fingers through her hair, have her completely, and it was driving him insane.

So, he was going to take her.

Instead of holding back, he caved in, his hand gripped the back of her neck, yanking her to him in one quick, smooth move. Her body crashed into his, a strangled gasp leaving her lips, her hands instantly flying to his chest to keep herself from completely tripping over.

Just as their lips were about to touch, Y/N stepped outside, slamming the front door behind her without thinking, her gaze locked onto her phone in her hands.

“Hey, Jo, you forgot your ke- WOAH!” She exclaimed startled when she saw the scene before her. Jo and Sam were standing mere inches from each other, hands on each other, Jo’s head pulled back slightly by the hand on her neck, both of their faces flushed.

“Fuck- I’m-“ Y/N stammered, cursing herself for not giving it just a couple more minutes but Jo had forgotten her keys. She sheepishly held up the keys in her hands. She watched as both Sam and Jo sprung apart, their faces reddening even more if that was even possible.

Y/N had to bite her lip to hold back a laugh at their embarrassment and awkwardness, feeling bad for interrupting. “Uhhhh…” Jo fumbled, avoiding Y/N’s knowing gaze. Sam narrowed his eyes at the sky. What is this, karma for accidentally interrupting Dean and Y/N? “Get” He gritted his teeth, pointing at the front door firmly.

Y/N bit her lip even harder, her shoulders shaking as she tried to hold back a burst of laughter. Part of her wanted to take a picture of the two and never let them live it down. But part of her also didn’t want to be shot by either of them.

“Okay, okay!” She bit back a smile, tossing Jo the keys before quickly running back into the house. Jo caught the keys with shaky hands as she watched Y/N run back into the house, giggling to herself. She slowly turned back to Sam, avoiding his gaze. Her ears felt like they were on fire.

“So…” Sam said gruffly, his voice rough and low when he spoke. “You better get going,” He said, gesturing towards the car. Jo scoffed, rolling her eyes. “Don’t be a pussy, Winchester” With that, she gripped Sam by the back of his neck, pulling him down to capture his lips with hers.

Sam’s brain malfunctioned as soon as her lips connected with his. It took him a moment to process what was happening until the shock wore off and he melted into her kiss, one hand cradling the back of her head and the other gripping her hip, pulling her flush against him.

Unbeknownst to them, Dean and Y/N were peering through Bobby’s louvers, intently watching the moment like it was a movie with anxious grins. When Sam and Jo finally kissed, both adults squealed like teenage girls, jumping up and down erratically.

“Oh my god!” Y/N squealed, bouncing on the balls of her feet. “I knew it. I knew it” Dean pumped his fist in the air, as he watched them, a wide grin on his face. The two high fived as they did happy dances before closing the curtain.

As Dean and Y/N turned away from the window, the atmosphere between them abruptly changed, so in order to completely avoid it. Y/N cleared her throat and sank back into the couch.

Back outside, Jo was having a hard time staying on her feet as Sam took control, his lips moving against hers hungrily and urgently, a low groan escaping his throat. One arm was snaked firmly around her waist, keeping her pressed against him, the other cupping the back of her neck. Her hands clutched at the fabric of his shirt, her knees on the verge of giving out.

Sam couldn’t get enough, wanting to have her just like this, pressed against him for the rest of his life. One of his hands slid from her waist down to her thigh and gently hitched her leg up, her knee bending and hitching over his hip.

Jo gasped into his mouth as she felt her leg being lifted off the ground and thrown around his hip, her body pushed back against the side of the car. A shiver of pleasure shot through her as his hand gripped her thigh, his fingers digging into her skin as he held her in place. But the feeling of her knee hitching over his hip was almost enough to do her in. Almost.

Joanna Beth Harvelle was ready to risk it all right there, ready to have him take her in Bobby’s salvage yard. She was certain of two things right now: She didn't give a damn about public decency, and Sam Winchester was an extremely good kisser. The latter made her head spin more than it should, but she was enjoying every second of it. He was kissing her like she was a damn treasure, as if he was afraid that she would disappear before he got enough of her.

Meanwhile Samuel William Winchester was surprised by his actions. He’s usually the “go at it slow” type of guy. But after the shit he’s been through, he wasn’t taking the chance of letting a gem like Jo slip from his fingers. And God…did he feel things about her.

The last thing he thought he’d be doing was manhandling her to a goddamn car and kissing her like his life depended on it. But something about her just made him want to throw all his self-control out the window.

He finally broke the kiss, resting his forehead against hers, their lips barely touching as a deep, heavy pant left his lips. He hadn’t felt a connection like this with anyone since Jessica, and it fucking scared it. Because to him, everything good he touches turns to ash….literally.

A sharp intake of breath escaped Jo’s lips as Sam’s grip on her tightened, her leg hitched over his hip as he pressed her flush against his body, her heart racing and her head spinning. She couldn’t think properly, her thoughts consumed by him, by the way he held her, his lips feeling like fire against her skin.

“Can’t believe you said I was a pussy” He muttered gruffly, his low voice sending a shiver down her spine. His breath was hot against her skin, his lips just hovering over hers. With his forehead still against hers, his eyes were closed as if he was trying to maintain self-control.

“Well I take it back, that’s one helluva goodbye” She chuckled sheepishly. “Yeah, that was…” Sam was lost for words as he slowly let her leg fall from his hip, reluctantly letting her go. He didn’t want to, he wanted to hold her as closely as he possibly could, but now wasn’t the time, and they both knew it.

Although if it was up to him, he would’ve dragged her upstairs and- He shook his head and cleared his throat, trying to rid any of those images from his mind. He would have a hell of a time trying to forget that kiss, and he didn’t want to ruin the moment by thinking about things he wanted to do to her.

As he let go of her, every fiber of his being protested the action. He longed to just pull her back in and kiss her again and again until he’d had enough, which would probably be never, but he was already riding on a high from the first kiss. So, he took a step back, shoving his hands in his pockets as he stared at her.

“I’ll see you soon, Sammy” She smiled, tiptoeing to lay a quick peck on his lips again before hopping into her car. Her smile made his heart backflip, that simple act making him want to pull her back to him and refuse to let her go.

“See ya, angel” he replied, a smile spreading on his own lips as he closed the car door behind her. As her car drove away, he let out a deep breath, shoving his hands in his jeans pockets and walking back into the house.

The other two were waiting for him the second he stepped inside. Y/N was pretending to read a Playboy magazine, leaned into the couch while Dean’s feet was tossed up on her lap, his head laying on the arm of the cough. While toying with the remote to Bobby’s TV set, flickering through channels.

Y/N’s magazine was covering her smirk, and it was easy to tell that she was pretending to be disinterested. Sam groaned, having a feeling they saw the whole thing unfold from the window. “Not a goddamn word” He muttered, slumping on the couch next to Y/N.

Y/N erupted in laughter along with Dean, wrapping her arms around Sam to give him a tight squeeze. “I’m so proud of you!!” She cooed, earning an embarrassed groan from Sam. He tried to push Y/N and her tight hug off of him, but failed miserably. After a few attempts, he just gave up. He closed his eyes and just let it be.

“You’re so annoying,” He grumbled. Dean chuckled, leaning forward and slapping Sam on the back. “Yeah. Yeah, we’re proud of ya, Sammy. Took you long enough to grow a pair” He mused before pushing himself up to head to the kitchen.

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Nevada

•One Week Later

Molly and her David are driving down a dark deserted highway, it was 12:50 am and The Animal’s ‘House Of The Rising Sun’ is playing softly through their car deck. David is shining a torch on an old map, the couple appeared to be lost. “We’re lost” Molly voiced the obvious.

“No, this is a shortcut” David defended, “Babe, it’s just we’ve been on this road over an hour. We haven’t seen a single car” Molly sighed, “Molly, I know how to read a fucking map, okay?” David snapped, his eyes focused on the paper map as Molly sighed deeply again.

“We passed that gas station a while back. Let’s just go ask someone” She suggested, “That was 40 minutes ago. We’re not turning around” David retorted, “Oh, come on. Isn’t this argument a little archaic? Men can ask directions these days” Molly muttered, rolling her eyes.

“Oh, no, no, no. We can’t. It’s against our genetic code.” David sassed sarcastically, earning an eyeroll from his wife. “Look, I know exactly where we are” David assured her. “Oh, yeah. Where?” Molly scoffed, leaning against the window, her other hand in the wheel. “Highway 99, okay? It cuts right through”

His face dropped as they passed a sign, indicating they were on Highway 41. “Highway 99, huh?” Molly pumped her brows, her tone dripping with sarcasm. David glanced back at his wife, noticing the very annoyed expression etched on her features. “Okay, so we’re taking the scenic route” He lamely defended, erupting in chuckles.

“David..” Molly sighed, not finding it amusing. “It’s our anniversary and we’re spending it stuck in the car” She said sadly, “I know, I’m sorry.” David apologized sincerely, resting a hand on her thigh. “Hey, let me make it up to you, okay? Come here” He smirked, leaning to press kisses on her neck.

An amused grin on his face as Molly playfully shoved him off, “Stop, I’m mad at you” She groaned, attempting to hide her amused smile as David chuckled. “Come on, Molly. Hey…you love me” He teased, leaning back in, playfully nipping at her neck.

“No, I don’t. You’re a jerk!” She laughed, trying to push him off. “David, I mean it!” She took her eyes off the road for just a split second, “Ha, ha- MOLLY!” David shouted fearfully, upon seeing a man standing in the middle of the road, looking just as shocked at them.

“Ahh!!” Molly screamed, swerving off the road and down a steep slope. The married couple screamed for their lives until their car was driven into a tree bark, glass shattering, the airbags detonated as they fell unconscious.

Molly began to come to, sometime later, her head was pressed against the steering wheel, groaning in pain from the impact. “David” She croaked, looking next to her from the smoking car, but the passenger seat was empty, her husband nowhere to be found.

Panic struck her as she held her head, the passenger side door was wide open. “David?” She grunted as she pushed herself from the driver's seat, stumbling out of the destroyed vehicle. She looked around the forest, her husband still nowhere in sight.

“Da-David???? DAVID?!” She shouted at the top of her lungs as she found her footing. She then made her way through the forest, still shouting for her husband. Molly stumbled upon a small house that still seemed to have its light on, she hoped someone was home as she made her way through the woods and to the porch.

“Hello?” Molly called out as she tapped her knuckles against the door to the wooden shack. “Is anyone here?!” She shouted, twisting the knob to see it was open. “Hello?” She called out again, this time softer. Molly’s eyes scanned the house to see it was practically deserted with weapons, knives and machetes hanging on the wall.

She gasped in shock when her eyes landed on a familiar figure, “it’s you” She muttered, seeing the man she almost hit on the road before the crash. “You’re okay. I'm so sorry, I didn't see you there” She apologized profusely but the man didn’t answer her. “Are you- are you hurt?” She asked, concerned, stepping closer to the man.

She put her hand on his back gently, “sir?” She called out again, then the elderly man with a cap on, turned towards her, blood dripping down the side of his face before it contorted into one of a decomposing corpse. Molly screamed with terror at the top of her lungs at what she was witnessing.

Molly was now panting as she ran out of the house and through the forest, she finally made it to the road she swerved off of. Her eyes wide with hope when she saw the headlights of a classic ‘67 Chevy Impala in the distance. Molly ran in the middle of the road, screaming “Stop! Stop!!” She cried.

Y/N, Sam and Dean were casually bobbing their heads along with Led Zeppelin’s ‘When The Levee Breaks’ as they drove down the highway until the blaring horn of an alarm broke through and they saw a woman standing in the middle of the road screaming. “Holy fuck-“ Dean exclaimed while Y/N jumped along with them, all of them startled as Dean quickly hit the brakes.

“You’ve gotta help me” Molly pleaded, rushing over to the passenger side where Y/N was seated. “Please, please!” Molly banged on the window as Y/N rolled it down reluctantly. “Alright, alright, hun. Calm down, calm down. Tell us what happened” She said gently, shooting a sideways look to the boys.

Molly was visibly panicked and upset. She wrung her hands as she began to speak a mile a minute. “I swerved and we crashed. And when I came….uh-uh, the car was wrecked. My husband was missing” Molly explained as they all were now standing outside of the Impala on the side of the highway, Y/N was leaning against the car next to Dean as the disheveled woman explained her story.

The three hunters shared a look as she continued, running a hand through her hair. “I went looking for him but that’s when the man from the road…he-he started chasing me. He’s- he’s-” Molly stuttered, “Did he look like he lost a fight with a lawnmower?” Dean chimed in, Sam and Y/N side eyed him at his statement, earning the elder Winchester a smack to the arm from Y/N.

Molly’s eyes widened. “How did you know that?” She questioned, her voice raising a few octaves higher as the fear settled in. Dean shrugged, “Lucky guess” He lied, stuffing his hands into the pockets of his leather jacket as Y/N glared at him, he looked down to the ground sheepishly, inwardly cursing to himself.

Sam looked around the surrounding area as he spoke, “Ma’am, what’s your name?” He requested, wanting to be certain before jumping to any conclusions. Molly looked between the trio but her eyes landed on Y/N, “Molly. Molly McNamara” She answered, still visibly shaking from her experience in the woods, she wrapped his arms around herself protectively.

The three shared a knowing look again as Y/N spoke up, “Molly, honey. Look, I think maybe you should come with us. We’ll take you back into town-“ Y/N suggested in a calm tone, attempting to reason with the woman but she shook her head. “I can’t. I have to find David. He might’ve gone back to the car” Molly insisted.

Sam’s eyes widened along with Y/N’s as Dean’s lips parted. “Well, we should get you somewhere safe. And then my brother, my sister and I will come back here. We’ll look for your husband-“ Sam chimed in but Molly shook her head again frantically.

“No. I'm not leaving here without him” Molly insisted, the terror and panic evident in her eyes as well as her voice. It sounded as if she was about to cry. Her eyes landed on y/n, gripping the hunter's arm. The touch made the familiar chills rise at the back of y/n’s neck. Dean attempted to step in but she put her hand up, indicating she was fine.

“Would you just take me back to my car, please?” Molly pleaded. Y/N looked down at the woman’s hand gripping her arm, she shared a look with the boys before sighing. Molly was obviously not going to back down. “Of course, sweetie. Come on..” She said gently, shooting the boys a look. Molly breathed out in relief as y/n pried her arm off of hers, all loading up into the Impala.

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Molly directed them back to the site of the crash, Dean pulled at the side of the highway, all hopping out of the car with flashlights. “It’s right over there” Molly directed them to a tree, her face contorted with confusion and shock when it turned out that there was no car there.

“I don’t understand. I’m sure this is where it was. We-we hit that tree right there” Molly muttered, turning to the trio who shone their lights on the empty tree. “This-this doesn’t make any sense” Molly rambles as she walked down the steep path to the tree. The hunters share a knowing look, the faint chill in y/n’s neck raising.

“Fellas, we gotta get outta here. Greeley could show up at any second. He’s already in the area. I’m telling you” Y/N whispered to the Winchesters. “What're you gonna tell her?” Dean muttered back. “The truth” Sam shot back, Dean rolled his eyes at his brother. “She’s gonna take off running in the other direction.” Dean quipped at the two, earning side eyes from them again.

“I know it sounds crazy, but I crashed into that tree” Molly tried to convince them, pointing to the tree. “I don’t know who could’ve taken it. It-it-it was totaled” She stammered as they scanned the area with their flashlights. She then walked back up to y/n, her eyes pleading and desperate as she gripped the female hunter's arm again.

“Please, you have to believe me” Molly pleaded, y/n let out a small surprised gasp again, the chills from her running through her body. It was heavy, but also pure and innocent. Molly needed help, she had good intentions, she shot the Winchesters a look before Sam spoke up. “Molly, listen, we do believe you, alright? That’s why we wanna get you out of here” Sam chimed in gently.

She shook her head again, snatching her hand away from y/n’s, “But want about David? Something must have happened. I have to get to the cops” Molly insisted. “Cops, you know what? That’s a great idea. We’ll take you down to the station ourselves” Dean piped up as y/n’s nodded in agreement, “Okay? So just, come with us. It’s the best way we can help you and your husband” Y/N added in a gentle tone.

Y/N extended her hand again for Molly to take, but the woman looked hesitant. She gave the empty crash site one last painful look before accepting y/n’s hand.

The Impala was driving down the deserted highway, y/n in the backseat with Molly while Sam sat shotgun and Dean drove. “We’re supposed to be in Lake Tahoe…” Molly muttered, her tone filled with sorrow. “You and David?” Sam asked softly. “It’s our five year anniversary,” Molly smiled sadly. “A hell of an anniversary” Dean muttered, earning a glare from his brother and a side eye from y/n.

“Right before, we were having the dumbest fight.” Molly scoffed before sighing heavily. “It’s the only time we ever really argue, when we’re stuck in the car” she shook her head with regret. Sam and Y/N chuckle at this, “Yeah, we know how that goes” Y/N snorted, her and Sam exchanging a knowing look, it was now Dean’s turn to side eye the duo.

“You know the last thing I said to him?” Molly’s eyes welled up with tears as Sam and Y/N listened intently. “I called him a jerk. Oh, god” She stiffled back a sob, y/n’s heart ached for the woman as she ran a hand through her hair. “What if that’s the last thing I said to him?” Molly sobbed as Sam and Dean share a remorseful look.

“Molly, we’re gonna figure out what happened to your husband, i promise” Y/N said gently, Molly nodded weakly as the chills returned to the back of y/n’s neck. She let out a soft groan, causing the Winchester’s eyes to dart back to her in concern. She gave them a weak thumbs up as the radio’s frequency on Baby’s deck started buzzing.

On its own, it changed to another station, The Animal’s ‘House Of The Rising Sun’ now blaring softly through the speaker. “Did you-?” Dean asked Sam quickly, “No” Sam shook his head, Dean’s eyes flickered to Y/N in the back seat, who was equally as shocked as the boys. She shook her head, indicating she did not use her ‘ESP Thing’ (as Dean puts it) to change the channel.

She shot them a look, indicating that Greeley was around, pointing to the back of her neck. “Great, i was afraid of that” Dean muttered as Molly leaned forward, looking at the radio with recognition. “This song…” She gasped, “What?” Y/N asked. “It was playing when we crashed” Molly informed them, the trio shared a wide eyed look as the radio static crackled again.

“She’s mine…She’s mine….She’s mine...” Greeley’s breathy voice sounded through the radio.

Y/N’s breath hitched as panic started to course through Molly, “What is that?” Molly asked fearfully. Y/N felt the chill intensify, the feeling of the dark spirit lurking in the shadows was practically screaming through her body. Her eyes landed on Greeley, who was standing in the middle of the highway, yards away. “Dean!” She shouted, pointing to the man.

Dean’s eyes moved from the radio to the road. All of their eyes widened as Dean abruptly said, “Hold on” before stepping in the gas. “What are you doing?!” Molly shouted fearfully as Sam and Y/N held on for dear life. Dean sent the Impala barreling through the spirit, it disapparated infront of all of them.

Leaving Molly stunned, gasping with fear, not knowing what she just witnessed. “What the-?! What the fuck just happened?!” She shouted, “Don’t worry, sweetie. Everything is gonna be alright” Y/N assured her. The Impala’s engine then started sputtering, making everyone in the car eyebrows furrow.

“I think you spoke a little too soon, princess,” Dean groaned ironically before pulling the car over at the side of the highway. He put the car in park, turning it off. He gave it a couple of seconds before attempting to restart it again. The ignition sputtered multiple times, the Impala refusing to start up again.

The car was dead silent as Dean looked over at Sam and Y/N, panicked, “I don’t think he’s gonna let her leave” He said in a hushed tone. Molly was stunned, her face stoic as she leaned back into the seat. The three hunters shared a look before hopping out of the impala simultaneously.

Dean speeded over to the trunk, opening it up as Molly stumbled out of the car. “This can’t be happening.” She said in disbelief, shutting the door. “Well, trust me. It’s happening” Dean assured her, he opened up the arsenal trunk, and y/n immediately went to work on loading up rounds of rock salt.

Molly’s heart dropped when she saw the load of weapons in the Winchester’s trunk, “Well, okay, thanks for helping, but I think I got it covered from here” She muttered fearfully, beginning to back away from them. They immediately realized that the weapons freaked her out, “Wait, Molly, wait a minute” Sam tried to reason but she kept backing away.

“Just leave me alone…” She said fearfully. Y/N chucked the shotgun in Dean’s hands, “No, no, no. Please. You have to listen to us” Y/N pleaded along with Sam. “Just stay away!” Molly shouted. “It wasn’t a coincidence that we found you, alright?” Sam blurted out, this caused Molly to stop in her tracks.

“What are you talking about?” Molly spat. “Well, we were just cruising for chicks when we ran into ya, sister. We were already out here. Hunting” Dean stated with a bit of sass. “Hunting for what?” Molly asked suspiciously. Sam and Y/N shared a look until Dean blurted out, “Ghosts” in a deadpan tone.

Sam stammered as y/n glared at Dean who began walking back to the car. “Well. Don’t sugarcoat it for her” She shot at the elder Winchester sarcastically, following behind him. “She had to hear it” Dean shot back, earning an eye roll from y/n. “You’re nuts!” Molly stammered, folding her arms across her chest.

“Really?” Dean scoffed, picking up a shotgun from the trunk. “About as nuts as a vanishing guy with his guts spilling out?” He sassed, pointed me to his stomach. Molly didn’t answer, stunned as Sam and Y/N shook their heads. “You know what you saw” He shot back before going into the trunk again.

Y/N reared her hand back and smacked Dean in the back of his head as Sam talked to a distraught Molly. Dean grunted heavily and whipped his head around. “Son of a-” He muttered as he rubbed the back of his head. “Be nice. And have some fucking compassion” She scolded him, pointing a firm finger at him like a mother scolding her child. “Compassion?” Dean huffed.

“Yes, charming. Compassion” Y/N snapped back with sarcasm. “She’s fragile, be patient!” She added. “Why are you yelling at me?” Dean retorted. She scoffed, her hands resting on her hips. “Because you’re being a dick” Y/N snapped. “I’m a dick?” He raised an eyebrow. “Yes. You are. A big one.” She shot at him before turning her attention back to Sam and Molly.

“We think his name is Jonah Greeley. He was a local farmer that died 15 years ago on this highway” Sam explained, walking closer to Molly. “Just stop,” She stubbornly muttered. “One night a year on the anniversary of his death…he haunts this road” Y/N chimed in, her eyes pleading with Molly to believe them.

Y/N stepped besides Sam as Molly stared at them with wide eyes, “That’s why we’re here, Molly…to try and stop him” Sam sighed, “Yeah, I supposed this ghost made my car disappear too” Molly scoffed, “Crazier things have happened, huh?” Dean snarked, stepping besides Y/N, patting the small of her back with a smirk.

She rolled her eyes as Molly said, “You know what? I’m all filled up on crazy. I’m gonna get the cops myself” Molly shook her head before turning to walk away again. Y/N shot Dean a pleading look, he narrowed his eyes at her before grumbling under his breath. “I don’t mean to be harsh but I don’t think you’re gonna get too far” Dean’s words stopped the woman in her tracks.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Molly asked fearfully, “It means that plan A was trying to get you out of here” Y/N stated, “Now, obviously, that didn’t go over too well with, uh, Farmer Roadkill” Dean quipped back as y/n shook her head at him.

Be a little more harsh, why don’t ya? She thought to herself as she glared at him. Dean just shrugged as Sam stepped forward.

“Molly, we’re telling the truth.” Sam said calmly, “Greeley’s not gonna let you leave this highway” Y/N added in a low tone, “You’re- you’re serious about this, aren’t you?” Molly stuttered, inching closer to y/n. The chills once again rose at the back of her neck. “Deadly” Dean deadpanned.

Y/N’s eyes snapped over to him for the umpteeth time, shooting her friend a deadly glare along with Sam who was tired with Dean’s quips. They had all been arguing coming down the road for random bullshit so the tension was still in the air. “Every year, Greeley finds someone to punish for what happened to him. Tonight, that person is you” Sam twisted the truth, his tone filled with sorrow as he explained to Molly.

Her eyes were filled with tears, “Why me? I didn’t do anything?” She croaked tearfully, “It doesn’t matter, hun…Some spirits only see what they want” Y/N said apologetically. Molly swallowed harshly, “So you’re saying this Greeley, he took my husband?” Molly croaked again, Sam and Y/N shared a look at this and that confirmed it for Molly.

“Oh, God.” She gasped fearfully, “Molly, look, we’re gonna help, alright? But first, you gotta help us” Y/N said gently, extending her hand for Molly to take but Molly’s hands remained folded over her chest, sniffling as she tried to stop her tears. Dean offered Molly a sympathetic smile, his eyes tracing over y/n.

“Help you? How?” Molly stammered.

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“This is it, this is where I saw him” Molly told Dean and Y/N, who were shining their lights into the wide opened door way of the shack she stumbled upon earlier. “Must’ve been his hunting cabin” Dean thought out loud as they shone their lights through the deserted cabin.

Y/N’s light landed on the loads of saws, knifes, weapons, hanging on the wall. Along with dried blood on the working table. “Huh. Seemed like a real sweet guy.” She muttered sarcastically, earning a low chuckle from Dean. “No markers or headstones outside” Sam informed them, now walking into the cabin, shining his own light. The chills on her neck hadn’t let up since she spotted Greeley on the freeway, meaning he was somewhere close.

“You’re looking for Greeley’s grave?” Molly asked, “Yeah” Sam nodded, “Why?” Molly tilted her head in confusion. “So we can dig up the corpse and salt and burn it.” Dean stated, matter of factly. “Oh, sure. Naturally” Molly muttered, her expression speechless. “It’s a way to get rid of a spirit” Y/N explained, her eyes darting over to Molly. “And that’ll save David?” Molly asked hopefully.

Sam and Y/N shared a look, “Well, this is what’ll help both of you. Provided there’s a corpse to be found” Sam vaguely put it, “So, how do we find it?” Molly asked, “Uh….not sure, hun. 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. He could be buried anywhere on them” Y/N fully explained.

“So, this is really what you guys do. You’re like Ghostbusters.” Molly’s brows furrowed. “Yeah, minus the jumpsuits.” Dean chimed in snarkily. “Look lady, this is a fascinating conversation and all, but uh this highway’s only haunted once a year. And we’ve got till sunup to wrap this thing up. So what do you say, we move it along. Okay? Great.” Dean dismissed harshly before moving between the three of them.

Sam shot Molly an apologetic look, before apologizing for his brother's harsh words as Y/N followed behind him and shoved him a bit harshly when they were out of earshot at the side of the cabin. “Didn't I tell you to stop being a dick!” Y/N scolded him. “What?” Dean defended himself, whipping around to face her. “Don’t ‘what’ me. You’re being a dick.” She argued back. “Oh, I’m a dick?” Dean retorted, crossing his arms.

“Yes, you are a dick” Y/N sassed back, jabbing a finger into his chest. She’d had enough of his attitude tonight and now he was starting to piss her off. “No. I’m being realistic” Dean defended himself, “Oh really?” Y/N shot back. “Yes really!” Dean sneered back. “You’re being blunt! and it’s gonna scare her!” Y/N exclaimed in a low tone. “Sorry if reality hurts, princess!” Dean snarked back.

Y/N sighed deeply, shaking her head as she pinched the bridge of her nose in an attempt to calm herself down and not let this escalate more than it should. “Let’s not do this right now, please.” She scoffed. “We’ve got two spirits on the loose and one of them is clueless” Y/N whispered, “All I’m asking is try to be more kind to Molly” Y/N pleaded, flashing him a pair of puppy dog eyes that always seemed to make Dean weak in his knees.

Dean felt his heart tug. It was practically impossible to tell her no when she looked at him like that. Dean grumbled and looked away before begrudgingly answering her, “God damnit” He muttered, knowing that once she made up her mind there would be no stopping her.

“Please?” She pleaded once more. Her begging worked, because his face slightly softened. He gave her a glare before sighing. “Fine, I’ll be nice” Dean gave in with no other option. “But only if you quit doing that…eye thing that you do” He scoffed. “What eye thing?” Y/N tilted her head, feigning innocence, not allowing the look to falter as she bit back a smirk.

Dean pointed a finger at her, “Don’t give me that face. Please” He almost whined as she continued to keep the innocent look on her face. “That face! That right there. Quit doing that!” Dean snapped. “Doing what? I’m not doing a thing” Y/N continued to play dumb, her lips pulling into another smile.

He clenched his jaw as he looked away once more, avoiding her gaze as her smile broadened. “You’re doing it! God damnit, woman! Stop it!” Dean muttered through his teeth. Y/N giggled, feeling satisfied with this response and the fact that she won this argument. “Okay, okay, pretty boy. I’m done, let’s look for Greeley’s house” She snorted, shoving him slightly as Sam and Molly exited the cabin.

“What do we have to do now?” Molly asked the trio, “We’ve gotta look for Greeley’s house” Sam stated. “Okay, you two take that side. Me and Y/N will take the other” Dean instructed, Sam and Y/N nodded obediently as Sam led Molly away and Y/N followed behind Dean. “ Maybe he’s buried there. Look for roads or paths or something. Stay close” Sam stated as he shined his light and walked deeper into the woods.

“Yeah, okay” Molly sighed. “Molly….” A dark whisper sounded, Molly’s ears perked up, spinning around in the direction of the voice. “Help me, Molly…” The voice whispered again, but Sam didn’t seem to hear.

Y/N was on the other side with Dean, her ears perking up also at the sound. “Help me, Molly…” She heard the voice whisper. “Hey, you hear that?” Y/N spoke aloud, stopping as her ears perked up. It had been an ominous and breathy voice. Dean stopped in his tracks as well, turning to her, “No, hear what?” He asked. Y/N’s head swiveled around, her eyes searching the area. Something wasn’t right.

Molly’s piercing scream sounded through the woods, Dean and Y/N instantly went running in the direction to see Greeley attacking Molly. Dean aimed his shotgun at Greeley, “Whoops” She snarked before shooting the spirit with rocksalt, Greeley instantly disapparated.

As soon as the spirit disappeared, Y/N rushed over to Molly, who was in hysterics as she desperately tried to compose herself. “Molly, you alright?” Y/N asked, pulling the distraught woman to her feet. “Hey! are you alright?!” Sam gasped, running over to them upon hearing the scream. “What has that son of a bitch down with my husband?!” Molly growled.

“Just take it easy, alright? You're gonna see David again. You will” Sam assured her as she panted with fear, clinging onto Y/N. “Hey!” Dean shouted, drawing their attention to a brick road with his light. “Follow the creepy brick road.” He panted, “Go ahead, hun” Y/N gestured for Molly to follow behind Dean.

Dean took the lead as Sam and Y/N scanned their surroundings, trudging down the road. “That thing shoots rock salt?” Molly asked, “Yep” Sam answered, “And plain salt keeps away spirits?” She asked, “Simple remedies are always the best” Y/N chuckled with a shrug. “Most cultures, salt’s a symbol of purity so it repels impure and unnatural things” She further explains.

“Same reason you throw it over your shoulder” Sam added as they continued to walk. Eventually, they came upon a creepy old house, y/n felt an instant weight practically crush her lungs, the heaviness of the area was beginning to become too much. “You know, just once, I’d like to round the corner and see a nice house” She huffed, breathing heavily.

“I’m with ya’,” Dean grumbled, he stopped to glance back at her, noticing that she was struggling. He slowed down a little, so he was walking in step with her. His hand was itching to be on her lower back again, but he refrained from it, not knowing how she'd react.

"You alright, princess?" He muttered in a low tone so Sam and Molly wouldn't hear. Y/N’s head jerked to glance at him and nodded as a response, trying to regulate her breathing and calm the weight of the spirits' presence. She didn’t want to admit how much strength she was putting into herself to just walk forward, her knees were threatening to give out and buckle at any moment.

“I’m alright” She muttered back, her words barely above a whisper as the weight continued to get heavier. She put on a strong face as they made their way up the porch, Sam took the lead and reached over, opening the creaky old door before pushing the screen door inwards. Molly followed behind along with Dean and Y/N, who stayed back to check for headstones.

The instant Y/N stepped foot in that house the overwhelming feeling became all too much. She had to dig her nails into the palm of her hand to stabilize herself and prevent her legs from giving out.

The house was the typical rundown farmer style. It was run down and creepy as hell. The floorboards creaked with each step, the paint on the walls was chipping and peeling from the outside elements. There was an ominous and tense ambience that lingered in the air.

“Any headstones outside?” Sam asked the duo, they both snorted. “Yeah, right. Is it ever that easy?” Dean scoffed, resting his bag on the old rotting table. “Yeah…I guess not” Sam sighed heavily as Dean and Y/N shined their light over the house, scanning their surroundings. Dean came upon an old stairs, instantly he decided to send Sam and Molly upstairs since Molly’s presence seemed to only make y/n weaker.

“You two check upstairs. See if you can find notes or records telling us where he’s buried. We’ll just check down here” He instructed Sam and Molly. “Alright” Sam nodded, shining his light up the old wooden stairs. He took the lead, Molly following behind him.

They were now checking the rooms, “Great” Sam muttered upon seeing the room trashed with papers, scattered across the floor as Molly made her way over to the window. Her eyes landed on a photo album that was sitting on the still. “Look at this” She called Sam over upon examining the album.

She then walked over to him, taking a seat on the bed, Sam then sat next to her. “It’s Greeley and his wife” Sam shone his light over the book to see tons of old pictures of the couple, old letters, old pictures of their house as he flipped through the book.

“It’s a love letter he wrote her.” Molly said out loud as she read it, “My God, it’s beautiful.” She cooed. “I don’t understand how a guy like this can turn into that monster” She shook her head in disbelief, Sam’s tongue got caught as he swallowed harshly. “Um..uh, well spirits like Greeley are, uh…like wounded animals” He explained.

“Lost…and in so much pain, that they lash out” He sighed heavily, “Why? Why are they here?” Molly asked, “Well, there’s some part of them that’s keeping them here…Like their remains, or, um….unfinished business” Sam nodded, pursing his lips as he tried to not say too much.

“Unfinished business?” Molly tilted her head in confusion, “Yeah, uh….it’s could be revenge. It 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 tragedy over and over” Sam's voice is low as he explained, his eyes scanning Molly, laced with sympathy.

“You sound almost sorry for them” Molly pointed out, noticing the way Sam spoke of them. “Well, they weren’t evil people. You know, the-…a lot of them were good. Just….Something happened to em. Something they couldn’t control” He sighed as footsteps made their way to them.

“Sammy and y/n/n are always getting a little J. Love Hewitt when it comes to things like this” Dean snorted, leaning on the door frame, his arms crossed over his chest. Y/N glared harshly at him, his words stricking her as a bit offensive. “Me. I don't like ‘em, and I sure as hell ain't making apologies for them.” He added.

“Don’t mind the idiot, he’s always bitter about something” Y/N huffed, shoving Dean to the side as she leaned on the opposite side of the door frame than him. “Anyway, there’s nothing downstairs, you anything, Sammy?” Y/N asked, shining her light through the room.

“Uh, just about every piece of mail or receipt they ever had. Looked through a couple, but there ain’t nothing about a grave so far” Sam sighed. Y/N’s eyes landed on an older chest of drawers, she tilted her head slightly as she examined it from across the room. She felt herself being drawn to it. “What?” Sam and Dean asked in unison. “There’s something behind here” She muttered, tossing her flashlight to Dean.

Dean barely caught her flashlight, grumbling a curse as he watched her as she made her way across the room to look inside the drawers. “Watcha doinggg?” He asked, resting the light on his shoulder as she ran her eyes over it.

“Do you always have to question what I do?” She asked sarcastically, her eyes scanning the inside of the piece of furniture. “Yeah. Always” He replied in a matter-of-fact tone, biting back a smirk. Y/N scoffed as she ran her fingers along the back of the chest. She then harshly pulled the entire chest forward, revealing what looked like a small door.

Dean’s eyes widened in curiosity and surprise, “I’ll be damned…” He chuckled, shaking his head as Sam and Molly crossed the room to look over their shoulders, their eyes also landing on the door.

“How’d you know it was there?” Sam asked, in awe from her find. “Don’t know. I just….felt it, almost” Y/N replied, still baffled on how she had known it was there. “Must be-”

“Dean, if you say ESP thing, I will ACTUALLY kill you” She glared at him before crouching down towards the door. Dean snorted as she tried to open it with the tiny knob but it wouldn’t budge. “It’s locked from the inside” Y/N grumbled.

Her fingers slowly began to glow blue as she placed her palm flat on the wooden door, the light spreading through her vein and the almost electric static emitted from her hand and spread to the rest of the door. The muscles in her arm were tensed and tight, the veins of her arm became more prominent as she concentrated as hard as she could, her white balled over eyes focused directly on the door.

The door then came clean off its hinges with a loud thud. She stumbled back, her hand falling to her side and the blue light in her veins slowly faded like the last lingering embers of a dying fire as her eyes reverted back to its usual color. Dean caught her from falling back and pulling her back up onto her feet, his hand remaining on her arm. “You good?” He asked.

“Peachy” She snapped as she ripped her arm from his grasp, still pissed from his comments earlier. Dean felt his heart tug again painfully but he swallowed it down forcefully as Sam watched in awe from the display while Molly’s eyes bulged out of her sockets. “H-how- w-what are you?!” She stammered. “Uh, it’s complicated” Y/N chuckled, nervously rubbing the back of her neck.

Dean then crouched, shining his light into the now exposed passageway, filled with cobwebs. Using Y/N’s flashlight, he gathered them together to clear the way. Creeping inside of the passage, along with y/n and then Sam and Molly.

The dirt walls were a dull brown colour, the smell of old dirt filled their nostrils. “God this is more disgusting than your socks” Y/N muttered as she followed behind Dean, her nose scrunched in disgust. “Ha-Har” Dean chuckled sarcastically, rolling his eyes. “It smells like old lady in here,” Dean commented.

Y/N’s light landed on the corpse of what looked to be Greeley’s wife, her skeletal remains hanging on a noose from the ceiling. “And that would explain why” She gagged, covering her nose with her inner flannel. “Fuck” Sam cursed upon seeing the corpse, Molly’s eyes went wide.

“That’s….that’s her. That’s his wife” Molly’s voice wavered slightly as she spoke. Y/N’s heart stung at seeing the poor woman hanging from such a horrific death. Dean’s expression became more serious and dark. “Well, now we know why nobody ever saw her again.” Dean sighed. “She didn’t wanna live without him” Y/N voiced everyone’s thoughts.

Sam inched closer to the skeletal remains, “Guys, give me a hand” Sam told them, picking up a chair from the side of the room. Y/N immediately went over, “Really?” Dean’s brows furrowed together, “What are you gonna do?” Molly asked, confused. Sam and Y/N shot Dean a knowing look. “We can’t leave her like this,” Sam insisted.

“Why not?” Dean asked horrified, his voice going up and octave. “She deserves to be put to rest, Dean” Y/N snapped. Dean’s mouth fell open and he let out a huff, he knew that he wasn’t going to win this argument. “God fucking damn it…” He grumbled, walking over to them, Y/N stepped up onto the chair, pulling out her butterfly knife from her combat boots but she wasn’t tall enough to reach the noose.

“Great. Who’s gonna give me a lift?” She asked with a huff, crossing her arms. “You’re kidding, right?” Dean asked, already knowing that she wasn’t. She gestured for him to lift her, “Are you serious?” He asked again, “Yeah I am. Now help me” She snapped, already losing her patience. “Just let Sam climb up, he’s a giant” Dean retorted.

This earned him another sideeye from his little brother. “Yeah, Sam’s six foot four but he weighs as much as a baby gorilla, he’ll break the damn chair! Now help me!” Y/N snapped at him, her irritation was steadily increasing. “You know. I’m right here, guys!” Sam huffed, crossing his arms over his chest. Dean sighed heavily before rolling his eyes begrudgingly, but he knew damn well he didn’t mind lifting her up.

Sam rolled his eyes at the two, walking over to Molly before running a hand through his hair as he crossed his arms over his chest, his eyes darting between the two of them, not bothering to get in the middle because Dean would’ve given her the boost either way, despite his protest.

Molly watched the bickering duo with curiosity, her brows furrowing at them. “Should we-” Molly started, putting up a finger, wondering if they should intervene. “Nah, give it a minute. They’ll figure it out.” Sam chuckled.

“God dammit” Dean muttered, his face twisting into a scowl as he positioned himself behind Y/N. In one swift movement, he wrapped his arms around her waist, lifting her up with ease as if she weighed nothing.

her hands instantly clutched onto his shoulders for balance. He lifted her up with ease, “Hurry up and cut the damn thing” He grumbled.

She swallowed harshly as she felt his hands on her waist, almost completely forgetting what she was doing. It was as if time stood still, as if the only two people in the world were her and him.

Quickly snapping herself out of the daze, she raised the knife as a response and sliced through the rope, instantly, the remains came crumbling down as the skeleton crumpled to the ground. “Great. There. Happy now?” Dean muttered as he placed Y/N back onto the ground, his hands still lingering at her waist.

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Dean grunted heavily as he shoveled dirt onto Greeley’s wife’s corpse into the hole Sam and Y/N dug. “So if you manage to put Greeley to rest too…what happens to him?” Molly asked curiously, “Lady, that answer is way above our pay grade” Dean snorted as Y/N chuckled. “You hunt these things but you don’t know what happens to them?” Molly raised her brows.

“Well, they never come back, that’s all that matters” Dean shrugged, Molly’s frown deepened, “After they let go of whatever is keeping them here…they just go” Y/N answered sadly as Sam and Dean continued to shovel dirt into the hole. “We hope someplace better but we don’t know…no one does” Sam added with a sigh.

“What happens when you burn their bones?” Molly asked, the three shared a look at this before y/n cleared her throat, “Um…well, my dad used to say that it was like death for ghosts, you know? But…truth is, we still don’t know, not for sure” Y/N responded honestly, a frown on both her and Sam’s faces.

“I guess that’s why we all hold onto life so hard…even the dead. We’re all just scared of the unknown” Sam muttered as he and Dean shoveled dirt into the hole. “The only thing I’m scared of is losing David. I have to see him again” Molly stated sorrowfully, the trip paused at this, y/n’s heart sinking. Sam and Dean resumed back to shoveling, now almost done with filling up the hole.

“I have to,” Molly sobbed.

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They were now inside the house again, Molly was flipping through the photo album as Dean and Y/N sat by one of the old windows. Y/N and Sam’s eyes were trained on Molly, the guilt of not telling her the truth was eating them alive as Y/N took a drag from her cigarette.

“I think we should tell her about her husband,” Sam whispered to them after walking over. “We can’t” Dean stated firmly, “Dean, it’s cruel letting her pine for him like this” Y/N’s voice wavered as she handed Dean the cigarette. “We don’t like keeping her in the dark” Sam added.

“It’s for her own good” Dean grumbled before taking a drag, Y/N let out a heavy sigh as she ran her fingers through her hair with Sam mimicking her action. “Look, guys, I know you feel guilty, but let’s just stick to the plan. Lets get her out of here, then we’ll tell her” Dean stated firmly, streams of smoke leaving his nose as he spoke before crushing the burnt out bud on the dirty still.

“Tell me what?” Molly’s voice sounded behind them. Their heads snapped over to the direction of the doorway, both Dean and Y/N shooting up from their seats. “What aren’t you telling me?” None of them answered as tears welled up in Sam’s eyes. “It’s about David. You know what happened to him!” Molly gasped. “Molly-” Y/N started, “Y/N/N, don’t” Dean cut her off.

“Don’t what?!” Molly snapped as Sam and Y/N glared at Dean. “Don’t tell me because I’ll mess up your hunt?! You don’t care about me or my husband!” Molly growled at them all, stepping closer to them. The anger radiating off her was like a slap to the face to y/n, Sam and her shared a tearful look. “That’s not sure” Sam croaked.

“Really?” She scoffed, “Then whatever it is, tell me, please” Molly pleaded, her voice wavering. Before they could answer, the old radio in the living room began crackling, The Animals’ ‘House Of The Rising Sun’ began broadcasting on it, “He’s coming” Molly said fearfully as Sam shone his light in the direction.

“Stay with her” Dean instructed Sam and Y/N, walking towards the sound. “I’m coming with you” Y/N protested to which he shook his head. “Stay. with. her” He stated, Y/N shot daggers at him, “Don’t tell me what to do,” She snapped at him, standing her ground, pulling him by his hand towards the sound.

Y/N and Dean walked into the other room, their eyes scanning the area for any signs of a ghost,” Stay close” Dean muttered to her as he followed the sound of the music. They moved silently through the house, their steps light as they inched closer to the kitchen.

They stumbled upon the radio it was coming from, crouching down and then peeling back the old cloth to see the radio was not only not operating, but the plug was chewed up, most likely by rats. The two shared a terrified look as the chills rose again behind y/n’s neck, only the feeling of dread filled her body as the wind outside began escalating.

She gasped lowly, almost falling on her ass from the pressure on her chest as the glass door nearby began frosting over. “She’s mine” a dark voice whispered, as the words appeared on the glass. The sound of Molly screaming and glass shattering caused two to immediately snap out of their terrified daze.

“Guys! He’s got Molly!” Sam shouted, “Jesus Chri-“ Y/N growled, her heart leaping in her chest from the sound of Molly’s screaming, grabbing Dean’s hand and pulling him in the direction of the screaming. They made a beeline out of the house. All frantically searching for any sign of Molly or Greeley but they came up short.

“This guy’s persistent” Dean growled as they searched the house, “We gotta find Molly” Sam said urgently, “We gotta find Greeley’s bones” Dean shot back, Y/N then snatched Dean’s hand, checking the time on his watch, “And uh, no pressure or anything fellas, but we got less than two hours before sunrise” Y/N stated.

Dean let out an exasperated curse in response to her statement, his hands on his hips. “Great. Just what we need” He grumbled, his eyes scanning the area. “We need to split up, we’ll cover more ground that way” He said firmly, “Fuck no, Fred Jones, that’s a recipe for disaster” Y/N protested.

“What else are we supposed to do?!” Dean snapped at her, his tone frustrated. “We got less than two hours to find both of them and burn his bones-” Dean defended but Y/N cut him off. “Yeah, I get it but splitting up is a horrible idea” Y/N retorted, raising her voice. “Shut up, both of you, for once!!!!” Sam bellowed, holding up the photo album, absolutely fed up with their persistent bickering.

Dean and Y/N quickly shut up, both looking in Sam’s direction with wide eyes, taken back by his outburst. “I think I know where Greeley might be” He said, “Where? What do you got?” Dean questioned, walking over towards him as Y/N did the same. “Uh…February 6, 1992. That was like two weeks before the accident, wasn’t it?” Dean muttered, reading off of what was written below the picture Sam was showing them.

“Yeah, I mean. It looks like the hunting cabin, but I- I’m sure there’s a tree right there, where they’re standing” Sam stated, y/n’s eyes snapped up to his, the two sharing a look of recognition. “Fuck, we should’ve thought of it” They scoffed in unison, shaking their heads at the fact that they didn’t realize it sooner,

“What?” Dean's brows furrowed in confusion. “It’s an old country custom, Dean. Planting a tree as a grave marker” Sam explained. Dean tilted his head a bit, “You two are like walking encyclopedias of weirdness” Dean scoffed, walking away.

“Can it, smart ass” Y/N retorted, following behind Dean. “Yeah, I know I’m weird” Sam sassed, closing the book roughly before following behind Y/N.

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Sam and Y/N were now hauling shovels and lighter fluid, the sounds of Molly screaming filled their ears as they made their way to the tree. They peered their heads to the side of the shed that was situated near the tree to see Molly, hanging from her wrists as Greeley tortured her.

“Go get Molly” Y/N instructed Dean, he nodded obediently, “Hey” Y/N stopped him. He halted, looking back at her with a weary expression. “Be safe” She said softly. He gave her a nod, a reassuring smile appearing. “Ditto” He replied, his voice just as soft before running into the shack as she and Sam went to work immediately on the grave near the tree.

Dean shot Greeley straight in his head, causing Molly to yelp and Greeley to disapparate. “Oh, thank God” Molly breathed out with relief. “Yeah, call me Dean” He chuckled, offering her a cheeky smile. He didn’t realize that Greeley was now behind him again, a sickening smile on his face. Unfortunately, he couldn’t feel his spirit like y/n. The only thing helping him realize was Molly’s whimpers of fear.

Dean quickly turnt around, eyes wide as Greeley chuckled darkly. He flicked his fingers at Dean, causing a small lesion to appear on his jaw. Dean grunted in pain as Molly shook with fear, “This guys really pushing me off.” He growled, spinning around to shoot Greely again but with a wave of his hand, Greeley sent Dean flying into the wall.

His back hitting the wooden wall with a hard thud, the gun slipping from his grasp. Dean grunted in with pain as Molly gasped, his head spinning from the harsh hit.

Meanwhile, Sam and Y/N were still both profusely digging up the dirt to Greeley’s grave. Y/N’s eyes widened and snapped over to Dean after hearing the loud thud and Molly’s gasp. her mind instantly jumped to the worst case scenario as panic rose in her chest.

"Dean!" She cried out with worry, holding back the urge of throwing the shovel to the side. She and Sam now focused on digging faster, they were so close to digging the bones up. “HURRY UP SAM AND Y/N!!” They heard Dean bellow from the house. Y/N’s heart dropped, hearing the pain in his voice.

It urged her to keep digging faster, finally getting to Greeley’s body. Sam quickly salted it as Y/N doused it with lighter fluid. She then struck a match, lighting the corpse aflame. From outside, they could hear Greeley’s spirit scream, the light of him being burnt and Molly’s screams echoed as they ran towards the shack.

The place was now lighter as they entered, the feeling of dread from Greeley’s spirit gone. As they entered, the two breathed a sigh of relief, their heart rate beginning to slow. Molly was shaking with fear but relieved that it was now over as Dean was leaning against one of the walls, holding his throbbing head.

Despite the fact that they were all in one piece and safe, Y/N’s heart still thumped hard in her chest, instantly running over to Dean as Sam helped Molly down. “Are you okay, sweetie?” Y/N asked as she reached him, instantly standing in front of him and grabbing his face to inspect the gash on his jaw.

His eyes met hers with a nod, “Yeah, I’m okay” He mumbled, wincing as her fingers grazed over his bruise. “You’re an awful liar” Y/N snorted, her fingers were gentle as she ran them along his face, tracing his jaw carefully. She had a soft expression on her face, her eyes examining his face with concern.

Dean’s eyes wandered over her face, her fingers brushing over his wound carefully, sending pleasant tingles through his body as he tried to push down the fact that her touch actually affected him.

“I’ll live” He grumbled, letting out a low grunt from the pressure of her fingers, his eyes still locked on her face. Her gaze flicked up to his, her eyes showing concern, a frown on her face. He was suddenly very painfully aware of how close they were to each other, her fingers still softly tracing his jaw slowly.

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They were all now trudging towards the Impala, Dean had his hand hooked around Y/N’s waist, limping to his car. Not that he needed the help, he just enjoyed having her cling to him after almost getting hurt despite a whole day of bickering. “Oh, baby, it’s been a long night” He muttered to the Impala as y/n unhooked her arm from his shoulder and he retracted his hand from her waist.

As soon as Y/N’s arm unhooked from his shoulder she missed the feeling of his body against hers, “You talking to me or the car?” She quipped jokingly, opening the back door to toss Dean’s duffel in as Sam and Molly approached behind them.

“Both” He quipped in response with a wink as Sam and Molly approached them, an amused snort came from Y/N’s snort in response, watching them approach. “Alright, let’s get you out of here” Sam told Molly in a solemn tone, opening the back door for her.

Sam and Y/N shared a sad look as Molly said, “I’m not going anywhere until you tell me what happened to my husband” She said firmly, “Molly..” Y/N’s voice dropped. “All this time…I’ve been looking for him and you guys knew that. You knew that Greeley killed him, didn’t you?” Molly’s voice wavered with grief.

Sam and Y/N sighed heavily, “He’s dead” Molly croaked, “No, Molly…David’s alive” Sam assured her, y/n’s heart sank, knowing what they’re gonna show Molly is either gonna break her or give her peace. “What?” Molly gasped in disbelief. “You’re sure?” She asked hopefully, Sam and Y/N’s lips pressed into a tight sad smile, both nodding. “We’re sure, hun” Y/N assured her.

Molly smiled hopefully, and this made their hearts sink even more. “We’ll take you to him, come on” Sam ushered her into the car. Molly smiled before climbing in, Sam and Y/N shared a tearful look before Sam hopped in shotgun and y/n climbed in the back with Molly as Dean started the ignition.

They finally made it to David’s house, “He’s in that house. Right there” Y/N pointed to the dimly lit, modern style house. “I don’t understand,” Molly's brows furrowed in confusion. “You will,” Sam croaked, looking down at his hands. They all then piled out of the Impala and made their way to the house. Molly smiled upon seeing her husband, well and alive through the window.

He was dressed in a robe, in the kitchen, but he was 15 years old, her smile dropped, “That’s not….it can’t be” She whispered in disbelief. A woman then approached David from behind, wrapping her hands around him before laying a kiss on his lips. Molly could feel her heart being ripped out. “What’s happening?” She muttered, turning to the trio.

“Who is that?!” She demanded, “That’s David’s wife” Y/N said sadly, tears welling up in her and Sam’s eyes as Dean sighed heavily. “”We’re sorry, Molly” Sam said sympathetically. “Fifteen years ago, you and your husband hit Jonah Greeley with your car. David survived…” Sam began explaining, swallowing a lump in his throat.

“What are you saying?” Molly sobbed, stepping closer to Y/N, grabbing her arm. Y/N gasped, the feeling of Molly’s grief, anger, sadness, everything. It filled her body, “We’re saying that there isn’t just one spirit haunting Highway 41. There are two. Jonah Greeley, and you” Dean added, biting his lip. “For the past 15 years, one night a year, you’ve been appearing on that highway.” Y/N stated but Molly cut her off.

“No, that’s not possible” Molly gritted her teeth, her grasp on Y/N’s arms tightening. Y/N groaned, “It was our anniversary, February 22nd-” Molly said, “1992” Sam finished for her, “Yes” Molly nodded, “Molly, sweetie…. It’s 2007” Y/N said apologetically.

Molly’s heart dropped even more, it was a look Y/N had never seen on anyone's face before. She’d felt grief many times, but this was heartbreak in its purest form. “Oh God…” She gasped, tears now falling from her eyes. Y/N nodded, “I’m so sorry. I can sense your anger, grief, and sadness. It’s strong, Molly.” She said sadly, her heart breaking as she saw Molly’s realization.

Tears streamed down Molly’s face as she began to sob. Y/N couldn’t help but feel awful. She tried her best to block out the rush of emotions coming from her but it was nearly impossible.

•Flashback earlier that night

“Alright, tell me about Highway 41” Dean said to Sam as they drove down Highway 41, “Twelve accidents over 15 years. Five of them fatal, all happening on the same night” Sam piped up from the backseat as Y/N fiddled with the radio deck. “So, what are we looking at? Interstate dead zone? Phantom hitchhiker? What?” Dean asked.

“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” Y/N explained, Led Zeppelin’s ‘When The Levee Breaks’ coming on over the radio, they all begin bobbing their heads to the music. “Two spooks?” Dean questioned with a raise of his eyebrow.

Y/N shrugged as Sam did a quick ‘I don’t know’ frown.

•Flashback a couple days

The trio was at a library, Sam was behind a computer as Dean and Y/N stood behind him, both munching on candy bars as he scanned the article of ‘Tragic Accident Kills 2 on Highway 41’ with Molly and Greeley’s pictures.

•Flashback to that same day at the library

“Now, where is Molly buried?” Y/N asked David, they were at his house, finding out about the case. “She-she wasn’t buried anywhere. She was cremated” David informed them tearfully.

Now walking out the house, the trip was stumped. “Well, so much for burning her,” Dean scoffed. “Yeah, but then what’s keeping her here?” Sam thought out loud.

“Some spirits only see what they want” Y/N said.

Back to when they stumbled upon Molly on the highway, they were all bobbing their heads to the music when Y/N felt the chills raise at the back of her neck. Her heartbeat quickened when she saw the figure of a woman running out of the woods telling. “Stop! Stop!”

“CHARMING STOP!!” She screamed, Dean immediately hit the brakes as Sam jumped back into his seat. “You’ve gotta help me!!” Molly’s flickering spirit pleaded with them, but she was in full form to y/n. “Dean, I don’t think she knows she’s dead” Sam gasped, his heart pounding out of his chest as Molly rushed over to the window.

“Please, please!” Molly banged on the window as Y/N rolled it down reluctantly. “Alright, alright, hun. Calm down, calm down. Tell us what happened” She said gently, shooting a sideways look to the boys.

“Some spirits hold on too tight. Can’t let go” Sam said to Molly.

•Present Time

All of the hints Sam and Y/N dropped came rushing back to Molly’s memory, “And Greeley?” She croaked as they stared at her, their eyes filled with sympathy. “Each year he punishes somebody for his death. Uh…chasing them…torturing them…” Sam trailed off, his eyes darting to Y/N because he was beginning to get overwhelmed.

“And each year….that somebody is you” Y/N finished. “But I don’t remember any of it” Molly sobbed, “Because you couldn’t see the truth, Molly” Sam’s voice wavered, “So that’s why he won’t….let me off the highway…because I-….I killed him” Molly finally said it out loud, “I killed us both” She sobbed.

Sun was beginning to rise and Molly was sitting on the steps to David’s porch, “Why didn’t you tell me when you first saw me? Why wait until now?” She asked them as they stood in front of her. “You wouldn’t have believed us” Dean sighed, “And you needed me for bait?” Her voice cracked as she turned to y/n, betrayal swimming in her eyes.

“Well, we needed you” Y/N’s voice was filled with shame. “David..” Molly gasped, “Molly, we brought you here so you can move on” Sam stated, “No, I have to tell him…” Molly insisted. “Tell him what? That you love him? That you’re sorry?” Y/N’s eyes pierced Molly’s tear filled ones.

“Honey, he already knows that” Y/N chuckled softly, offering Molly a small smile. “Look, if you wanna go in there, we’re not gonna stop you.” Sam sighed, “Yeah, but you are gonna freak him right out…for life” Dean muttered, Molly’s weak sobs increased, all their hearts yearned for hearts.

“David’s already said his goodbyes, Molly. Now it’s your turn” Y/N frowned, “This is your unfinished business” Sam added, his frown deepening. “What am I supposed to do?” Molly cried, “Just….let go…of David, of everything. You do that…we think you’ll move on.” Y/N explained in a low tone.

“But you don’t know where” Molly sniffled. “No” Sam sighed, his head dropping. “But Molly, you don’t belong here. Haven’t you suffered long enough? It’s time” He added, encouraging her gently. “It’s time to go” Y/N offered Molly her hand for one last time.

They watched with tears in their eyes as Molly stood up, taking a deep breath. “Okay…” She said shakily, taking Y/N’s hand. “Are you ready?” Y/N asked gently, “Yeah” Molly nodded, her voice cracking. Sam and Dean exchanged a sad look.

Y/N guided her to the street, the sun was beginning to fully rise. Molly’s spirit began to a glow bright ball of yellow before she tired to Y/N. Y/N wrapped her arms around Molly, she felt like she was hugging the sun. “Go on, it’ll be okay” She muttered as she felt the burning sensation of light.

Y/N’s eyes widened with slight shock as she suddenly felt a rush of peace and happiness, she pulled away from Molly. “It’s okay…” She said softly, a tiny smile on her face. Molly gave her hand one last tight squeeze before her spirit disapparated into a yellow ball of light again.

Y/N watched as the beautiful ball of yellow floated into the sunrise, her eyes filling with tears. “Oh, wow..” She muttered under her breath, turning to look at Sam and Dean, tears swimming in the younger Winchesters eyes. It took everything in y/n not to break down there and then, being a psychic had its pros but one of the con’s definitely had to be the intense empathy they felt.

“I guess she wasn’t so bad for a ghost” Dean sighed as Sam and Y/N swallowed hard. Y/N wrapped an arm around her best friends waist comfortingly, leaning her head on his shoulder. “You think she’s going to a better place?” Dean questioned, a frown on his face as he wondered where spirits really go after death.

Sam hummed, wrapping his long arm around her shoulder, resting his own head on hers. “I hope so,” He croaked, his eyes trained on the sunrise. “I guess we’ll never know, not until we take the plunge ourselves, huh?” Dean muttered, attempting to ease the situation with a bit of humor. “It doesn’t really matter, charming. Hope is kind of the whole point” Y/N sighed, turning to him.

She then wrapped her arm around his shoulder, a ghost of a smile on Dean’s lips. “Alright, Haley Joel and J. Love Heweitt. Let's hit the road” He chuckled, wrapping his arm around Y/N’s waist and then patting Sam on his back after.

They all piled into the Impala, Sam into the passenger seat and Y/N in the backseat. Y/N leaned against the window as Dean turned up the radio again, Led Zeppelin once more sounding the car. Dean’s eyes landed on Y/N through the rear view mirror, her eyes trained out the window, her fingers tapping to the beat of the music.

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San Francisco, California

The trio were now at Y/N’s San Francisco safehouse, Y/N and Dean were downstairs watching ‘The Princess Bride’ after she forced Dean to watch it with him, not that it took a lot of convincing because as much as he didn’t want to admit it, Dean Winchester was a sucker for ‘chick flicks’, especially classics like this.

Sam was upstairs in his own room, his finger, once again, hovering over Jo’s contact. After the hunt, all he wanted to do was hear her voice. But he didn’t know if she was busy, he didn't want to push, he didn’t want to make it seem like just after one kiss that he’s hogging her for affection. It had only been a little over a week since they kissed.

He then let out a huge sigh and dialed her number. His heart was hammering against his chest as it rang, She’s prob-. His thoughts were cut off once he heard a sleepy voice on the other end. “Hello?” She yawned. “Hey angel, I’m sorry…did I wake you?” His heart fluttered as his hand gripped the phone a bit tighter, feeling terrible for disrupting her sleep.

“It’s okay” She giggled, causing even more butterflies to erupt in his stomach, “What are you doing up so late, Mr. Winchester?” She teased. “I don’t really know. I just sorta wanted to hear your voice” He said sheepishly, nervously rubbing the back of his neck. “And...Y/N is making Dean watch ‘The Princess Bride’ with her…again” He said, a smile on his face when he heard her soft laugh.

“Are you sitting with them, or are you hiding in your room?” She asked, stifling a giggle. “Don’t make fun of me, Ms. Harvelle” He smirked, rolling his eyes at her. “But, yes, I am currently sitting in my room” He chuckled, flopping down on his bed.

“Is everything okay, Sammy?” Jo’s concerned voice echoed through the phone. “Yeah, we just closed a case” He sighed, “It just…” He paused, taking a deep breath, “It was a hard one” Sam ran a hand through his hair. “Do you wanna talk about it?” Her voice was soft like silk on his heart.

“That’d be nice, but I just wanna talk to you right now” Sam smiled, her ability to calm him was incredible. And they did just that, the duo talked for hours, about the most random things. Anything that came to mind, they chatted and chatted until Sam finally let out a tired yawn.

“You should get some sleep, handsome” Jo teased, smiling to herself when she heard his light yawn. He chuckled, shifting his body slightly under the covers. “I don’t wanna stop talking to you though” He pouted like a little kid. She huffed a laugh, her heart fluttering a bit at the thought of the tall, broad shouldered hunter pouting.

“We’ll talk soon, Sammy. Just get your rest, okay?” She said softly. “I miss you” He whispered in a low, gruff tone, his heart yearning for her to be right next to him. He heard her soft breath hitch for a second before she let out a shaky sigh, “I miss you too, Sam.” She whispered back.

“When can I see you again?” He questioned, his heart fluttering at the fact that he wasn’t the only one feeling the way he did. He’d much rather ask her, ‘Can I be your boyfriend?’ but truth be told, he didn’t have the balls to ask it. Not knowing if she’d be open to a relationship with anyone right now, he had no idea where they stood and neither did she.

“Soon, hopefully” Jo sighed softly before her tone seemed to light up a bit “Maybe you guys could drive by the bar and stop for a few days?” Sam’s face erupted into a wide smile at her suggestion. “That’d be so great” He mumbled, biting his lower lip as he looked up at the ceiling in his bedroom.

“You sound excited, Winchester,” She chuckled. “You’re not just excited for the beer, are you?” She teased. “That’s more like Dean and Y/N than me,” Sam joked. She hummed, a smile on her lips, “Goodnight, Sammy” She said softly. “Goodnight, angel” He breathed, feeling slightly breathless like someone was sitting on his chest, a good kind of breathless.

He heard her giggle before she hung up, leaving him with a huge smile on his face. He felt his eyes getting heavy as he set his cell phone on the nightstand, his eyelids slowly shutting, drifting off into a peaceful sleep as he thought of her.

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Author's Note: HI BEAUTIES! I hope everyone enjoyed this one🥰It was more Sam and Jo centric because they’ve been living in my mind RENT FREE😩

I love Dean and Y/N so much but JESUS CHRIST I WANNA PUMMEL THEM!!

Anyways😭hope everyone enjoyed once again, don’t be shy to tell me what you loved and what you hated! Till the next one😘

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