Post by Sam Winchester on Jan 11, 2015 14:07:07 GMT -5
ooc; SEASON TWO. EPISODE SIXTEEN.
"So tell me about highway 41 again" Dean asked as they drove towards the local library. Sam flipped through the newspaper articles in his hands. "12 accidents over 15 years. 5 of them fatal. All of them on the same night. And 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, screaming for help." "Two spooks?" Dean raised a curious eyebrow. Sam shrugged. It was as good of an idea to start with as any. So they hunkered down at the library, flipping through old articles and obituaries from 15 years ago, finally finding the one they were looking for. It described a young woman named Molly McNamara and her husband David hitting a local farmer named Johan Greeley with their car along highway 41. David was the only survivor.
After a brief trip to David's new house to discover that Molly had been cremated rather than buried, they were on the road again, heading for highway 41. "Great. So...so much for burning her bones" Dean complained. It always made getting rid of ghosts harder that way. Sam stared out the window, lost in thought. "So what's keeping her here?" There was a brief pause and then Dean yelped, "Holy-" and slammed on his breaks. A woman matching the image of Molly McNamara from the obituary was standing a few inches from the grill of the Impala's hood, dripping wet from the storm and well beyond panicked. "You have to help me" she was crying out in desperation. Sam glanced from Molly to Dean and then back to Molly as she hurried around to his window and pounded on it. "Dean, I don't think she knows she's dead" he pointed out in awe before rolling down the window and addressing Molly.
"Ok, ok, calm down. Just tell us what happened."
"So tell me about highway 41 again" Dean asked as they drove towards the local library. Sam flipped through the newspaper articles in his hands. "12 accidents over 15 years. 5 of them fatal. All of them on the same night. And 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, screaming for help." "Two spooks?" Dean raised a curious eyebrow. Sam shrugged. It was as good of an idea to start with as any. So they hunkered down at the library, flipping through old articles and obituaries from 15 years ago, finally finding the one they were looking for. It described a young woman named Molly McNamara and her husband David hitting a local farmer named Johan Greeley with their car along highway 41. David was the only survivor.
After a brief trip to David's new house to discover that Molly had been cremated rather than buried, they were on the road again, heading for highway 41. "Great. So...so much for burning her bones" Dean complained. It always made getting rid of ghosts harder that way. Sam stared out the window, lost in thought. "So what's keeping her here?" There was a brief pause and then Dean yelped, "Holy-" and slammed on his breaks. A woman matching the image of Molly McNamara from the obituary was standing a few inches from the grill of the Impala's hood, dripping wet from the storm and well beyond panicked. "You have to help me" she was crying out in desperation. Sam glanced from Molly to Dean and then back to Molly as she hurried around to his window and pounded on it. "Dean, I don't think she knows she's dead" he pointed out in awe before rolling down the window and addressing Molly.
"Ok, ok, calm down. Just tell us what happened."
