Rose Miller: Looking for truth

34 Silent Lucidity

'Each year, Greeley punishes somebody for his death. He chases them. Tortures them. And each year, that somebody is you.' Rose tells Molly.

'So that's why he won't let me off the highway. Because... I killed him. I killed us both.'

They told her what they knew because they couldn't leave the woods with Molly. They did what they could and solved another mystery. This way, Molly can find her piece.

Sam and Dean stand in the car. It's near dawn.

A little further down the road are Molly and Rose. Rose lays a hand on Molly's shoulder: 'He is alive. He is living his life here.' Rose says: 'It's time for you to find peace.'

'I can't... I have to tell him....'

'What do you want to tell him?' Rose let her hand fall, and she looks at Molly: 'You don't know how much I understand what you're going through. You have to let go.' Rose thinks of Alice. Her blond hair, her giggles when she heard something new. She thinks about her mother and her father. She sees her sister playing with her children. She let them all go; she couldn't stay to see them living their lives after she died. She hopes they were happy and let go of her in one way or form without forgetting. She would never forget them. 'I think you'll be able to move on.'

'But you don't know where I'll go.' Molly cries silently; looking through the window, she sees David. He smiles at someone at the top of the stairs. A woman walks down towards him.

'No. But Molly, you don't belong here. Haven't you suffered long enough? It's time. It's time to go.' Rose looks at her, encouraging.

Molly nods sadly, then steps slowly away from the house. She turns her face upwards as the first light of dawn creeps over the rooftops. Bathed in light, she becomes part of the light and vanishes.

Rose returns to the car: 'You think she's going to a better place?'

'I hope so.' Dean answers.

'Me too.' Rose leans into him, his arms around her: 'I really hope so.'

Rose looks out of the window of their motel room. The sun shines bright. Dean is looking for a new case. She turns her head and looks at him. Turning the paper page, he looks up: 'Why're you looking at me?' He smirks

'I think I need to go home for a bit.'

He lays the paper down: 'Why?'

'I don't know.' She tells him: 'It's something I need to do.' She mourned her family, Alice... But she never said goodbye... or went to their graves. She knows they're there because of Damon.

'I can come with you.' He offers and takes her hand.

'I think I need to do thin one alone.' She says, not knowing what will happen if she is confronted by everything again.

A knock on the door; Dean stands up: 'And Where is home?' He asks and opens the door. Sam walks in.

'Mystic Falls.' She answers: 'I was born in Mystic Falls.'

1863 Mystic Falls:

Alice knocks on the door. She comes here almost every day, her best friend lives here. She waits and knocks again. Rosalie was going to wait for her in the town square. When she didn't come, Alice got impatient and came here.

She knocks again, and a maid answers: 'Oh, Lady Alice. I didn't know you would come today?'

'Why not?' Alice tries to look past her and sees the empty hallway: 'What's happening?'

'They're going to move tomorrow.' The maid answers and sees Alice's surprise: 'I thought Lady Rosalie would have told you. She is resting for the journey. The master said she couldn't be disturbed.'

Alice nods: 'I understand. Can you tell her I want to see her before she leaves? If she wakes up?'

The maid nods.

--The maid found Rosalie's body that evening---

Alice talks to Stefan Salvatore. She tells him about what happened. He looks past her at the maze built out of hedges and swallows. 'How did she die?' He asks.

'I don't know. There is gossip, but I cannot believe it.'

'What do they say?'

'That her husband killed her; they didn't even know why. Some of them were pretty convinced. Someone says the maid saw, but I talked to her, and she wasn't even suspicious.' Alice says what she has heard: 'Others say the cook was irritated by the uproar while making breakfast in the morning... I'm going to miss her. It's so strange that she isn't going to be here anymore. You know what I mean?'