Supernatural: Season Two

Roadkill (4)

Roadkill (4)

Kylie's POV

We ran to the hunting cabin, busting down the door without hesitation.

Greeley was approaching Molly menacingly, ready to torture her as she hung by her wrists on the ceiling.

Dean pulled out his shotgun aiming it at Greeley's head, he pulled the trigger, Greeley's head bursting into dust.

"Oh thank God." Molly cried.

"Yeah, call me Dean." He grinned proudly.

I rolled my eyes in annoyance, moving to Molly. "I wouldn't go that far cowboy." I shook my head.

I listened as Dean cried out before a crash filled my ears.

I turned just in time to face an angry looking Greeley. He gave me a sickening smile before flicking his finger towards my face.

I let out a hiss as my cheek burned. "This guy is really starting to piss me off." I growled before flying backwards into the wall next to Dean.

Together, the two of us struggled against the wall, trying to break free of the supernatural hold Greeley had on us.

My eyes widened as Greeley reached out, a large hunting knife flying into his hand.

"Hurry up Sam!" Dean cried as Greeley approached him.

"Hey you son of a bitch!" I called, catching Greeley's angry eyes. "Yeah I'm talking to you. You don't have the guts." I glanced down at the hole in his abdomen. "No, I mean literally you don't have any guts."

Greeley became enraged by my mouth as he stepped towards me. He stopped mid step before rearing back in pain. "No! No!" He screamed before bursting into a hot flame, the knife falling to the floor.

Dean and I let out a breath as we were released from the force. We took a moment to glance at each before we looked at the girl who was still tied to the ceiling.

We knew we weren't quite done yet.

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It took some time to hike back to the Impala, but once we arrived we were cold, tired, and wet.

Molly had been quiet the whole time as she tried to process the night, meanwhile Dean was more than thrilled to see that his car was in tip-top shape.

"Oh, baby, it's been a long night."

I let out a sigh and nodded in agreeance. "Tell me about it, I think . . ." I trailed as I watched Dean pat the glistening Impala lovingly.

I sent Dean a look who bit his lip and gave a little shrug. He through everything in the back of that car before trudging to the driver's seat of the Impala.

"All right." Sam said as he opened the back door for Molly. "Let's get you out of here."

She glanced at me and shook her head. "I'm not going anywhere until you tell me what happened to my husband." She said stubbornly.

"Molly . . ." Sam trailed.

"All this time . . . I've been looking for him, and you knew that . . ." She stopped to take a breath. "You knew that Greeley killed him, didn't you? He's dead."

"Molly, it's not like that." I shook my head.

Her eyes shot to me angrily. "What if it was Dean out there and someone just dragged you along?" She bit her lip. "What if-

"Molly, David's alive." I let out, interrupting her.

Her eyes grew large with excitement and at the same time, shock. "What? You're sure?" She asked, looking between Sam and I.