ᴛʜᴇ ᴡɪɴᴄʜᴇꜱᴛᴇʀ'ꜱ||ꜱᴜᴘᴇʀɴᴀᴛᴜʀᴀʟ

ʀᴏᴀᴅᴋɪʟʟ (ᴘᴛ 2)

Molly is pacing in one room, looking through the photo album; Sam, Dean, and Y/N waiting in another room nearby.

"I think we should just tell her about her husband," Sam says, sighing.

"We can't," Dean says.

"Dean, it's cruel, letting her pine for him like this. I don't like keeping her in the dark," Y/N adds.

"I'm sorry, Sam, but it's for her own good," Dean insists. Y/N gets up. "Man, I know you feel guilty, all right? But let's just stick to the plan. Let's get her out of here. Then we'll tell her." Molly approaches.

"Tell me what? What aren't you telling me? It's about David. You know what happened to him," Molly demands.

"Molly--"

"Sam, don't," Dean interrupts.

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

"That's not true."

"Really? Then whatever it is, tell me, please," Molly pleads. They hear a radio turn on, static, then the song 'House of the Rising Sun' begins to play. "He's coming."

"Stay with her," Y/N says to Sam.

Y/N and Dean cautiously move towards the sound. Y/N uncovers the dusty radio that has powered itself on and looks at Dean before crouching down to find a broken, frayed power cord. They hear another noise and head toward the front door. It frosts over, and the words 'SHE'S MINE' appear in the frost. In the other room, Molly is standing by the window. Sam steps cautiously forward toward the next room. Suddenly, a figure crashes through the window behind Molly and grabs her. She screams as she is dragged outside. Dean and Y/N come running back.

"He's got Molly!" They three leap through the window and chase them through the woods. They lose sight of them and return to the house.

"This guy is persistent," Y/N remarks.

"We gotta find Molly," Dean insists.

"We gotta find Greeley's bones. And, uh, no pressure or anything, but we got less than two hours before sunrise," Dean says.

"Hey," Sam says, looking through the photo album.

"What you got?" Y/N asks, and Sam reads the caption on a photograph.

"February 6, 1992."

"That was like two weeks before the accident, wasn't it?"

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

"What?" Y/N asks.

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

"You're like a walking encyclopedia of weirdness."

"Yeah. I know," Sam says somewhat bitterly.

"And that is good for us," Y/N says.

==

Molly is hanging from the ceiling by her wrists.

"Where's David? What did you do to him?" Molly asks.

"You shouldn't worry about him anymore," Greeley responds ominously.

"Oh, my goodness."

"You should worry about yourself."

"I didn't do anything to you."

"Oh?" Greeley says. Molly groans as Greeley runs a filthy hand over her face.