Roadkill (5)
Kylie's POV
Molly stood in front of us, her mouth slightly agape as she tried to process what was happening.
"And Greeley?" She asked, looking up at us.
"Each year he punishes somebody for his death." I nodded. "Chasing them, torturing them. And each year, that somebody is you."
She shook her head in disbelief. "But I don't remember any of it!" She let out defensively.
"Because you couldn't see the truth, Molly."
"Some spirits hold on too tight. Can't let go"
I watched as Molly tried to process what had been the story of her spirit for the past 15 years, her eyes seemed to get sadder as a frown brought her lips down.
"So, that's why he won't let me off the highway. Because . . . I killed him." She glanced at us. "I killed us both."
Time was ticking away as Molly shot questions are way, I did the best I could to answer what I knew. Slowly but surely she seemed to accept what was happening.
I sat next to her on a set of steps as the sun began to rise.
"Why didn't you tell me when you first saw me? Why wait until now?" She asked as she played with her hands nervously.
"You wouldn't believe us." I bit my lip.
"And you needed me for bait." She pointed out, accusingly.
"Well, we needed you." I nodded, trying to make it not seem as bad.
She let out a soft breath as she got lost in her own thoughts. "David."
"Molly," I let out a sigh, turning to face her, "we brought you here so you could move on."
"I have to tell him-"
"Tell him what?" I shook my head. "That you love him? That you're sorry? Molly, he already know that." I tapped my hand on my knee. "Look, if you want to go in there, we're not going to stop you." I shrugged.
"Yeah, but you are going to freak him right out." Dean pointed out. "For life."
"David's already said his good byes, Molly." I promised her. "Now it's your turn. This is your unfinished business."
She looked scared, her lip trembling as she looked for help. "What am I supposed to do?"
I glanced up at the sun that was peaking slightly. "Just . . . let go. Of David. Of everything. You do that . . . we think you'll move on."
Molly began to let her true emotions show, the tears falling. "But you don't know where."
I shook my head sadly, looking at her again. "No. But Molly, you don't belong here. Haven't you suffered long enough? It's time. It's time to go."
Molly nodded sadly.
She got up from the step and moved slowly away from the house, she turned her face upwards as the first light of dawn creeped down over the rooftop. She was bathed in the soft beams of light before becoming apart of it. Our eyes connected before she vanished.
I stood up and dusted the back of jeans, staring at the spot Molly had stood just seconds ago.
"I guess she wasn't so bad . . . For a ghost." Dean commented before looking to his brother. "You think she's really going to a better place?" He asked.
"I hope so." Sam admitted.
"She is." I said, turning to face the two of them. "There's got to me something good with all of this bad."
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Supernatural: Season Two
FanfictionStill on the hunt for the yellow-eyed demon, Kylie and Dean's relationship is put to the test. Fighting through loss and realization, Kylie puts her life on the line to make sure the Winchester's are safe, but what happens when the truth is revealed...