Hope you love this chapter. It was written by just me this time. The last one was just my partner's words. This chapter is also the longest chapter I've posted for this story. So for those of you that wanted longer chapters this if for you! Hope you like it! XD


Meanwhile, on the other side of the cemetery, Sam was busy trying to find the damn tombstone. The sooner they find it, the sooner they can get out of this hell hole. 'Can't believe Dean sometimes!' Sam thought, "It's like he wants to kill them!"

"What exactly are you looking for anyway?" Lavender stopped Sam's inner rant.

"A tombstone with the name Alec White written on it. It should be small. Old maybe." Sam informed her.

Lavender nodded like she really believe all this shit. "And when we find it?

"There's a ghost that's been haunting this place for the last couple of weeks. Everytime the guy who owns this place tries to get someone buried the diggers get murdered. In weird ways too." Sam explained.

"Weird how?" Lavender asked. 'What if there was some mad man running around here and these crazy psychopaths are coming in here thinking it's some ghosts?' She thought.

"Brains bursting inside of completely healthy people. Frostbite in warm weather. That kind of thing." Sam told her.

"Are you sure that's really how these people died and some rumor that went wild?" She asked.

Sam raised his eyebrows. "Well, We interviewed a man who witnessed one of these deaths and we saw his brains splattered all over the wall the next day."

"He could've shot himself." Lavender tried.

Sam shook his head, "The only open wound was at the back his head. There wasn't any enter wound."

Lila nodded her head and bit her lip as she thought to herself. Sam muttered a 'gotcha' when he finally saw the tombstone with the name Alec White written acrossed it. "This is it." He told her.

It wasn't a deep grave. Instead of six feet, it was only a couple feet down. It was as if the person that is buried him just wanted to get it over with as fast as they could. Even the tombstone was off kilter. 'No wonder his ghost is killing everyone that comes by.' Sam grumbled to himself.

Sam shifted his shovel into both hands and he started to dig.

"So you are grave robbers!" Lavender mocked from her spot on the other side of the grave.

Sam ignored her and kept up the steady rhythm of digging. It didn't take him very long. It was probably a half hour before he had the damn coffin open and was picking up the jar that he had set next to the tombstone.

"What's in there?" Lavender asked. She was sitting with her side leaning onto the tombstone, bored out of her mind.

"Rock salt." Sam explained. "It get's rid of evil spirits."

"Wouldn't the ghost have come by now?" Lavender asked mostly to herself. She stood up and brushed the dirt off her ass. "I mean you did just defile his grave and all."

Sam had been wondering that himself. He pushed the thought away and went to open the glass jar. "With our luck the ghost is probably busy with Dean right about now."

Before Sam could get the jar open and before Lavender could snap at him for possibly putting her sister with the unlucky one of the two, Sam froze and stared at something behind her head.

"Don't move." Sam ordered her slowly. He moved his hand away from the lid of the salt jar and put it up in front of him in a stop motion.

"Wh-?" Lavender cut herself off when she felt her whole body chill a good ten degrees where she should. Her body shivered involuntarily and she let out a cry. "Okay I believe you!" She cried out.

She didn't listen to Sam's order of keeping still when the ghost decided to fly right through her. As if she was smoke and not a living breathing human. The chill seemed to sink colder for a moment that as soon as the ghost had gotten past her her body temperature rise back up to normal. It was so quick it made her dizzy.

She screamed and ducked down to her knees. The ghost however didn't pay her any mind. His target was Sam. Sam cursed and dropped the jar and ducked as well. The ghost had some kind of knife. Like a ghost knife. The ghost flew back to take a second swing at Sam and he deflected the knife with the wood of his shovel. The ghost knocked him back and tried to stab at his stomach, but Sam rolled to the right before it could hit skin.

"Poor the salt!" Sam yelled and he kicked himself up and tried to swipe the metal end of his shovel into it.

Lavender blinked and tapped out the number thirteen in rapid movement on her arm. "What?!"

"Poor the salt on the body!" Sam repeated. The ghost tried to fly through him, but he ducked and rolled away just in time.

"Shit!" Lavender caused and twisted the jar's lid with all her might. It didn't move. "I know this would come to bit me in the ass!" Lavender cried as she tried again. Still nothing. "I can't open shit!" She tried for a third time and her hand slipped.

"Lavender!" Sam yelled at her as he dodged another attack towards his stomach.

"One second!" Lavender snapped. She tried the lid a fourth time. This lid moved a centimeter and stopped. "Damnit! Screw this!" Lavender gave up. She grabbed the jar by the bottom and smacked the lid againsted the tombstone. The jar nearly shattered. Lavender fell back as the rock salt inside the stupid jar fell over the rotted body of the once Alec White. "Yes!"

The ghost let out a final scream before disappearing as if it was never there to begin with. Sam dropped his shovel with a tired sigh and glanced over at Lavender.

"We use that jar!" Sam snapped, annoyed.

"Why the hell would you use a jar you can't even open to hold salt!" Lavender snapped back. She had cut her finger on the now broken jar. She stuck her bleeding pointer finger in her mouth.

The look on Lavender's face when she had that finger in her mouth coupled with the relief that is was over overwhelmed Sam. His body folded forward in a full body laugh he couldn't have stopped to save his life. his laughter must have been contagious, because Lavender couldn't help but join him. They sat like that, laughing their ass's off, for a while.

"You did a good job." Sam told her after they had caught their breath.

Lavender shrugged, "You would have done better."

"No really." Sam insisted, "Most people freeze up when something bad happens. That or run for the hills. You don't met very many people that's instinct is to fight."

Lavender shrugged again, "I used to freeze all the time. I was worse than Lila is now. Believe it or not she used to be the tough twin when we were kids."

"What happened?" Sam leaned back onto his hands as he sat in the grass. Lavender crossed her legs and leaned forward to look at him.

"Lila and me were always getting moved around. Whether by the government or by our own will. We were in a city somewhere. I think is was with a foster family at first, but that didn't last long. Lila and I were almost thirteen. Way too old to be treated as if we had been put on this earth to be someone's servant. We ran and it was my idea to split up. To look for supplies, you know?" Lavender glanced at Sam to make sure he was still listening before she moved on. "I was walking down an ally when it happened. I was just going to cut through to get to the grocery store across the street. I got attacked by some guy that was waiting in the shadows."

"I froze at first, like I always did when something was about to hurt me, and the guy grabbed my arm. I got a quick look at the watch he was wearing. I really doubt that it was his. It looked to nice, you know." Lavender broke off and chuckled sarcastically, "the watch was one of those watches that told the time and the date. I saw that the time had just turned twelve AM. The start of mine and Lila's birthday. That day we turned thirteen. That second. As soon as I saw that number, I changed."

"I'm not too sure how to explain it. One minute I'm this weak girl that was just trying to hold in her tears so the fucker grabbing me wouldn't feel powerful, and the next I'm the complete opposite. I snapped. My body felt strong for the first time in my whole life. I had confidence and I could feel the tears that hadn't fallen yet dry." Lavender smirked at Sam and continued, "I told the fucker that if he wan't to live to whack another one out in the morning than he better get his lover off my arm."

Sam choked on a laugh and shook his head, "What happened next?"

"He didn't listen of course. He pulled out a knife and told me not to move if I know what's good for me. I didn't even flinch. I thought I would have. That the sudden burst of strength was just that. A sudden burst. But I didn't. I kicked that fucker in the balls and got a hold of that knife. He didn't know what had hit him." Lavender chuckled again.

"What'd you do the guy?" Sam asked.

Lavender looked him straight in the eyes and told him, "I followed through with my promise, of course. One less fucker in the world would do it a lot of good.

Sam nodded and didn't question her further on the subject. "So you became the strong twin."

"Yep. Thirteen became my lucky number. Ever since then if I ever feel a little too much like that weak crying girl I used to be I count to thirteen and the new me is back again." Lavender explained.

"Sounds like a pretty amazing power." Sam told her.

Lavender grinned at him, "You don't think it might really be a superpower, do you? I mean things like that don't just happen in a second. Not a change like that."

"I don't know could be." Sam thought for minute, "Lila and you haven't seen any other strange things before have you? Not counting the guy from the woods."

Lavender hummed and looked up at the starless sky, "Well… Lila swears she saw a monster kill our mother, but I'm not sure of how reliable she could be. We were only six at the time."

Unseen by Lavender, Sam clenched his jaw and looked away. 'Another mother dead...' "How did Lila say the monster killed her?"