Chapter 3
Back on the Road Again…
(11-weeks)
Highway 41
Dean and Sam were rummaging through the trunk of the Impala getting weapons together as Jo tried to calm Molly down.
“This can’t be happening.”
Jo took a deep breath. It was always difficult to get people to believe what kind of monsters there were in the world even when they finally saw them for themselves.
“Molly, wait a minute.”
She frowned at Jo and started to walk away from them.
“Just leave me alone.”
Jo shook her head and jogged to catch up with Molly. She took a hold of her arm gently and turned her around. Her face was earnest when she spoke.
“No, please, you have to listen to me.”
“Just stay away!”
Jo tried to calm her temper. This was hard for Molly it’s not like she dealt with ghosts on a daily basis…even if she was one. Just take a deep breath Jo…be honest, thought Jo.
“It wasn’t a coincidence that we found you, all right?”
Molly stopped moving and frowned.
“What are you talking about?”
Dean and Sam chose that moment to walk over and cut into the conversation. Dean’s voice was held a sarcastic tone when he spoke.
“We weren’t just cruising for chicks when we ran into you, sister. We were already out here…hunting.”
“Hunting for what?”
Dean cocked his shotgun before speaking.
“Ghosts.”
Jo sighed and glanced at Sam who shook his head. She turned to Dean and glared at him lightly.
“Jeez Dean…don’t sugar-coat it for her or anything.”
He glared back at her and Molly looked at the three of them in disbelief.
“You’re nuts.”
Dean raised an eyebrow.
“Really? About as nuts as a vanishing guy with his guts spilling out. You know what you saw.”
Molly looked at Dean and she didn’t want to accept what he was saying. She didn’t want to think there were ghosts and things that go bump in the night, but he was right she knew what she saw. A tear fell down her cheek and she wiped it away.
Sam broke the silence. His voice was soft.
“We think his name is Jonah Greeley. He was a local farmer and died fifteen years ago on this highway.”
Molly whispered as she turned away from them.
“Just stop.”
Jo spoke up.
“You need to hear this Molly. You need to know what’s going on because we need our help to keep you safe.”
Molly took a few deep breaths before nodding. Sam continued telling her about Greeley.
“One night a year, on the anniversary of his death, he haunts this road. That’s why we’re here, Molly. To try and stop him.”
Molly swallowed hard.
“I suppose this ghost made my car disappear, too?”
She shrugged.
“Crazier things have happened.”
“I can’t…this is unbelievable.”
Dean grunted. He was tense and he was getting tired of this chick. In a couple of minutes he wasn’t going to care if she believed him one way or the other. They needed to deal with the problem with or without her.
“I don’t mean to be harsh, but you do get on board one way or the other.”
Molly made a face and turned towards Dean.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“It means that Plan A was trying to get you out of here. Obviously, that didn’t go over too well with Farmer Roadkill.”
Sam’s voice cut through Molly’s thoughts.
“Molly, we’re telling the truth. Greeley’s not gonna let you leave this highway.”
“You’re…you’re serious about this, aren’t you?”
She glanced between the three of them and they nodded as Dean spoke.
“Deadly.”
Same continued to talk to Molly about Greeley as Dean and Jo made their way over to the Impala and opened the trunk. She moved stuff around and Dean winced as she shoved his weapons out of her way. Jo frowned and glanced at Dean.
“Where’s my stuff?”
He leaned over toward the left of the trunk, moved a few things around, and produced a black bag. He opened it and motioned to the things inside. Jo rolled her eyes and pulled out her shotgun. Dean watched her closely as she loaded it and sighed.
He knew Jo was more than capable of hunting, hell she’d gotten pretty good. He just didn’t like the thought of her going up against demons and spooks while she was pregnant. After the last two close calls, he wished she’d just sit the fight out.
Jo could see Dean watching her out of the corner of her eye and she knew what he was thinking. Things have been tense between them lately and she knew part of it was her fault. She was pretty sure that Dean wanted her to head back to the Roadhouse.
He’d been hinting at wanting to visit Ellen after this hunt and check it, which only further increased Jo’s irritation with Dean. Yet again he didn’t think she could do the job. He was the one who wanted her to come with on the road with him. She raised her eyebrow and spoke without looking at Dean.
“What?”
“Huh?”
“You’re looking at me…what?”
He shook his head.
“Nothing.”
She finished loading her weapon and cocked it. Her eyes met Dean’s and she couldn’t read them. She gave him a half smile.
“Let’s go nail us a ghost.”
“Jo…”
“”Don’t. I can handle myself Dean…”
She let out a bitter chuckle as the smile left her face.
“You know, I don’t know what’s worse. The fact that you still don’t think I can handle myself or that even though you haven’t said it in so many words…I know you don’t want me here anymore.”
Dean’s brows furrowed and he opened his mouth, but Jo cut him off with a raised hand.
“No, we don’t got time for this now. We have a job…maybe we should just focus on that.”
Dean watched her carefully for a few minutes before slowly nodding his head.
“You’re right. The job comes first.”
He pulled some extra rock salt rounds out of the trunk and slammed it shut before walking towards Sam and Molly without looking back. Jo felt a pang in the area of her heart before she set her jaw and followed him. If Dean didn’t want to talk to her and tell her what was going through his head fine.
She didn’t have to talk to him either…because after all like he said…the job comes first…
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