Chapter 4: Amber-lee
"Mercy Brown's grave is in Chestnut Hill Cemetery, Exeter," I explained as Sam and Dean led me out to the Impala.
"So we go hunt this bitch down and get a suit for a prom, yay!" Dean sarcastically exhaled.
I reached into my back pocket and slid my phone out. I press the home button and the bright white numbers read 9:30 pm. I realized I forgot to tell them that she's showed up in my room the night before each person was killed. "We need to go like now! Before she comes and tries to stop us,"
"You okay? Is there something you are not telling us?" Sam turned around to face me from the front seat.
"Well, the night before someone died, she would show up in my room. When I realized what it was she would not let me leave. Mercy basically locked me in my room from the outside in,"
"So we need to hurry up because you are the only one of us who knows where Exeter, never mind where her grave is," Dean infers.
"Yep!" is all I had to say to make Dean speed up even more than he was.
About twenty minutes later, we showed up at the cemetery. Seeing as it was really dark outside, no one could see us, so we were safe. Once we got out of the car, I grabbed the salt and gasoline that Dean fished out of his trunk while Sam and Dean took three shovels.
"Hey, over here," I beckoned them over to Mercy Brown's grave. We started to dig. And dig. And dig. Finally we hit a coffin. I helped pry open the wood with the shovel, and when we finally found her remains, Dean gave me a leg up out of the coffin. I scattered the salt and gasoline on top of the bones after Dean and Sam got out of the hole themselves. I took a set of matches out of my pocket, took one into my other hand, and struck it down the lighter, listening to the sizzle and crackle of the friction.
Mercy Brown suddenly appeared in front of me. Light from the match flared from below back into my eyes. I glance down and notice a knife in one hand. She charged at me with the knife out front. Dropping the match, I shifted my body to the side because I knew running would open up more ways to stab me. The knife collided with the skin over my left rib. I could feel the blood dripping down. I rapidly tossed the matches to Dean, and as he lit one, I tried my best to fight of Mercy. My head banged up against a tree. Great, I'm cornered! It felt like slow motion, the knife coming closer and closer to my throat, screaming for help, too scared to fight back. I closed my eyes waiting for the pain, except there was none. She stumbled back dropping the knife, just right so it made a nice laceration down my arm. Her scream echoed as she burst into flames.
"Amber! Holy crap! Are you okay?" Dean rushed over to my side with Sam following.
"I'm just all rainbows and unicorns!" I glace at him, "No! Of course not! I'm freaking bleeding all over the god damned place!"
"Dean, go bring her to the car and patch her up. I'll start filling the grave back up," Sam instructed his brother.
"Hey, Amber, can you walk or do you need me to carry you?" Dean asked as if I were a little kid.
"I'm good," I stood and walked back to the car with him. Half way there, I started feeling woozy, so woozy that Dean could tell and decided, himself, that he was going to carry me, "Hey!"
"What? I could just let you fall on your face, but I think Sam would be mad," he smirked. The moonlight shone in his eyes. I smiled back at him. Dean sat me on the hood of his car, while he cleansed and bandaged my wounds.
"I'm gonna start a new trend for prom. It's called 'a phyco ghost girl cut me, and I'm still wearing strapless!" I broke the awkward silence.
"Well, I think you'll make it work" He grinned at me as he held his hand out for me to get down. I accepted his help and we both went to help Sam finish fixing the grave.