"I don't believe it!" Dean crossed his arms and towered over me.
"Then ask me anything!" I shouted back to him.
"How many ways can you kill a Changeling?" He sat on the office chair across from the foot of my bed.
"One. You burn it to death!" I smugly sit in the edge of my bed next to Sam.
"Name two of the ways to kill a demon."
"Devil's trap and exorcism. The colt!"
"One way to identify a djinn."
"Their eyes glow blue when attacking prey."
"How can you repel a ghost?"
"Iron or salt!"
"Okay, that's enough. Dean, do you believe her now?" Sam butted in.
"Um, I guess." He breaks eye contact with me to answer his brother, "So, how do you know it is a ghost?"
"Sulfur was on the mirror and on the window sill. But this was different. Something told me, in a dream, that the yellow eyed demon sent it."
"Son of a bitch!" Dean muttered, "how the hell…Sam, I think this is your area of expertise."
"Amber, did, by any chance, your mother die when you were six months old? And was it in a house fire?" Sam put his hand on my shoulder to comfort me. I guess I was tearing up again.
"Yes. My, uh, my sister, Jamie, got me out with my father."
"Okay, where are they now?" Dean asked.
"Not here," I quickly looked up at him, then back to Sam.
"Can you tell us where they are? If you know," Sam ran his hands through his brown hair.
"Well, um, they kind of died. Jamie when I was eleven and my father a year ago on my birthday," I noticed an awkward silence after I told them.
"Oh. We are so sorry. We didn't mean to upset you," Dean's whole demeanor changed from arrogant jerky tool to a nice sympathetic caring guy.
"It's fine. Hunting, you know," I sad-smiled.
"So, Mercy Brown, you are the Rhode Islander. Tell us more than everyone knows about the alleged vamp chick," Dean says with swagger.
"The family of George and Mary Brown suffered a sequence of tuberculosis infections in the late 1800's. Tuberculosis was called "consumption" at the time and was a devastating and much-feared disease. The mother, Mary, was the first to die of the disease their eldest daughter, Mary Olive, followed in 1888. Two years later, in 1890, their son Edwin became sick.1891, the youngest daughter, Mercy, contracted the disease and died in January 1892.
"Friends and neighbors of the family believed that one of the dead family members was a vampire, or 'bloodsucker' and had caused Edwin's illness. George Brown was persuaded to give permission to exhume several bodies of his family members. Villagers, the local doctor and a newspaper reporter exhumed the bodies on March 17, 1892.[1] While the bodies of both Mary and Mary Olive had undergone significant decomposition over the years, the more recently deceased Mercy was still relatively unchanged and had blood in the heart and liver. This was taken as a sign that the young woman was undead and the agent of young Edwin's condition.
"Her lack of decomposition was more likely due to her body being stored in freezer-like conditions in an above-ground crypt, during the 2 months, in winter that were following her death. It was thought that giving the victim of consumption ashes of the vampire's heart would cure them. As superstition dictated, Mercy's heart was removed from her body, burned, and the remnants mixed with water and given to the sick Edwin to drink, but he died two months later." I told them the story that I studied back and forth the best I could.
"So, you think that it is her spirit that came back was sent by the demon?" Sam asked
"Yeah," I breathed out a long breath of air.
"Let's go find that son of a bitch's grave and kill 'er spirit!" Dean jumped out of the chair and pumped his shotgun, which I suspect was filled with rock salt. He had a sly grin on his face, that I could not decide if I liked or not.