Mere moments later, it's begun to rain again as the boys plus Molly stand around the now-silent Impala so Molly might fill them in on recent events. Molly's about to describe her grisly coot of a pursuer when Dean interrupts her narrative to ask, "Did he look like he lost a fight with a lawnmower?" Sam, who'd been offering the still-panicky and somewhat grief-stricken Molly the full Super-Special Puppy-Dog Eyes treatment, drops that schtick immediately at this to glare at his insensitive jackass of a brother. Hee. That never gets old. In any event, Molly responds by murmuring, "How did you know that?" Dean noticeably blanks at this and flounders around for an appropriate response before flashing his blinding smile and shrugging, "Lucky guess." Sam glares at Dean once more before he slips easily into that Captain Empathy attire of his to offer "Molly McNamara" a ride back into town to sort everything out. "I can't," Molly protests, "I have to find David -- he might have gone back to the car!" "We should get you somewhere safe first," Sam gently suggests, "and then Dean and I'll come back here, we'll look for your husband..." "No!" Molly insists. "I'm not leaving here without him!" Sam and Dean shoot each other alternately befuddled and exasperated looks as Molly whimpers, "Would you just take me back to my car, please?" A moment passes before Sam chooses to sigh, "Of course," and as Dean crawls in behind the wheel, Darling Sammy rather gallantly opens the back door for their unexpected guest.
A few hundred yards down the road, Dean pulls over onto the snowy shoulder, and Molly wastes not an instant hopping out of the back seat to rush over to the scene of her accident. Sam and Dean pull a little flashlight-fu as they trail along after her, but there's one big problem: No sedan smashed up against a tree at the bottom of the hill. "This doesn't make any sense!" Molly waveringly announces, sobs of frustration threatening to choke up in her throat as she makes her way down the hill towards the killer tree. "Ooops! Wasn't that a spoiler?!" Hell if I care. This episode's starting to drag. In any event, while Molly's thus otherwise occupied, Sam urgently whispers up at the side of the road, "Dean, we gotta get out of here -- Greeley could show up at any second!" "What're ya gonna tell her?" Dean shoots back. "The truth!" Saint Sammy Of The Grievously Afflicted claims. Dean hisses back that should they do that, Molly'll "take off running in the other direction." Molly herself interrupts them at this point from the bottom of the hill to insist she rammed her car into that particular killer tree, and pleads with them to believe her. Our Intrepid Heroes humor her with a little more officious flashlight-fu before Dean finally manages to convince Molly of the need to report the entire incident to the police, pronto. "It's the best way we can help you and your husband," he argues. Molly, lost, glances around the bare earth at her feet once more before biting her lower lip and nodding, "Okay."