October 24th, 2008 - Freebury, Wyoming

Nova Motel

Amy sighed as she stared up at the ceiling. They had been driving around for two days looking for a case and had come up short. Not that Amy was complaining, though. It was nice to get a little break after the events that occurred in Rock Ridge, Colorado.

"Okay, what about this?" Dean asked, drawing Amy's attention away from the ceiling. "Local man claims to see two lights flying towards him down the street."

"You're getting desperate, aren't you?" Amy asked, flipping over onto her stomach. "Let's see, that's either drunk guy sees two people with flashlights walking towards him from a distance at night and freaks out, or," she slowly moved her finger towards Dean, putting on her best E.T. voice, "E.T. phone home."

Dean closed his laptop. "Maybe I am getting desperate," he claimed. "But, I need something after Colorado."

"Dean, that wasn't that long ago," Sam stated. "We'll find something."

Dean sighed. "Yeah, well..." he trailed off.

Amy laughed, throwing a pillow in Dean's face with her powers. She smirked as Dean grabbed the cushion off of the floor and glared mischievously at her.

"Oh, so that's how it's gonna be, huh?" Dean asked as Sam laughed in the background.

In response, Amy stuck her tongue out.

Dean threw the pillow back, only to have it stopped in mid-air by Amy, who immediately redirected it back to his face.

"Hey, is it just me," Sam said as Dean tossed the pillow back on the bed, "or are your powers getting stronger?"

Amy sighed. "Maybe?" she asked with uncertainty. "I mean, it sure seems that way. I don't have to concentrate as much anymore to use them."

"And then there was that time, not long after Dean came back," Sam recalled. "With those two ghost girls and Bobby?"

Amy sat up. "Oh yeah. I had almost forgotten about that."

"Wait, what happened?" Dean asked.

"Right," Amy said, "so much was happening that day, I guess we forgot to tell you."

"Bobby was trapped in a van at the top of a pile of old, rusted cars," Sam explained, "I climbed up to rescue him, and those two ghost girls threw me off."

"Without even thinking I kind of, yelled out Sam's name and..." Amy held out her hands, demonstrating what she had done that day, "did this..."

"And I slowed down," Sam finished. "I didn't hit the ground as hard as I probably would have."

"Oh yeah," Dean said, "and there was that other thing, I think, around the same time. You seemed to hear something that I didn't say, but had rather thought instead."

Amy nodded. "Yeah. It was so weird. I could hear you, loud and clear, only you hadn't actually said it."

"It's been a month since that happened," Sam said, "has anything else happened since then? More specifically, anything like either of those two things that happened before?"

Amy shook her head. "No, I don't think so."

"Well, it's pretty clear your powers are getting stronger," Dean stated. "I mean, you've already gone from not being able to use them at all to suddenly having them back."

"Yeah, uh, how did you get your powers back anyway?" Sam asked. "I mean, they seemed to just appear out of nowhere. I know you had told us about them in the past, but I was honestly beginning to think you didn't actually have them. At least, until you began using them."

"Oh, uh," Amy said, trying to think up something on the spot that didn't sound too unrealistic, "I guess I just kinda knew they were still there if that makes sense. Like, my powers didn't just vanish into thin air. I had just forgotten how to use them."

"You did mention, at some point," Sam added, "that you used to be able to use your powers on yourself and kinda hover a little, right?"

Amy nodded. "Yep. That was actually one of the very first things I did when I discovered my powers when I was younger. I fell from a rock wall and stopped myself in mid-air before hitting the ground."

"How old were you when that happened?"

"Five?" Amy guessed. "Maybe a little older. It wasn't until another couple of years that I was able to do the whole hovering thing again, though. I think the only time I was able to do it that first time was because I was falling from pretty high up and wanted to not seriously injure or kill myself. I don't even really remember how I did it after that, to be honest."

"Have you tried to do it since you got your powers back?" Sam asked.

Amy shook her head. "No," she admitted.

"What if you tried, right now?" Dean asked.

"Dude, I don't even know how I did it the first time," Amy repeated. "And at this point, it's been almost a decade since I did."

"Come on," Dean encouraged, "just try."

"Do you remember anything about how you were able to do it?" Sam asked.

Amy sighed, getting onto her feet. "I don't know," she said. "I know I was using my powers on myself. Kinda like-" Amy paused briefly as she tried to remember what she had done all those years ago. She focused her powers on the lower half of her body, willing it to lift off the ground.

Amy suddenly gave a yelp as she found both her feet suddenly lifting off the ground. She hovered for a few seconds before falling back to the ground.

"Huh," Amy said, "I guess it was easier than I thought."

"Wow," Sam said, in complete shock, "that was actually kinda impressive."

Dean closed his gaping mouth. "Okay. So, telekinesis, mind-reading, and levitation. Is there anything else you can do?"

Amy shook her head. "Not that I know of."

"So how come you were able to do that mind-reading and other things a month ago, but nothing's happened since?" Sam asked.

Amy shrugged. "I don't know. Adrenaline, maybe? At least for the thing with Sam. I saw him falling towards the ground, and I panicked. Did the first thing that came to mind which, for some reason, was to reach my hands out like I was trying to catch him or something. As if I could actually do that."

"And the other thing?"

"I think I was just concentrating more than I usually was," Amy guessed.

"Do you think you could do it again?" Sam asked.

Amy shrugged. "Honestly? Yeah, probably."

"Quick, what am I thinking?" Dean asked, staring Amy down.

"I don't know," Amy said, "but I know I'm thinking that you staring at me like that is making me feel pretty uncomfortable."

"Dean, come on," Sam said sternly, hitting his brother in the arm.

"Ow!" Dean whined. "Okay, okay. But if anything does happen, you tell us, okay?"

Amy nodded. "Will do."

Later that night, Amy had just changed into a pair of sweatpants and a comfortable shirt. She was currently lying on the bed, flipping through the motel T.V. channels while Sam and Dean searched for a case.

'Come on, there's gotta be something we can do,' Amy heard Dean say. She looked over at the brothers. 'A ghost, demon. Hell, I'd even take a werewolf.'

"I'm sure we'll find something, Dean," Amy said. "Would you just relax already?"

Sam and Dean exchanged a glance.

"Amy, what did you just hear me say?" Dean asked.

"Come on, there's gotta be something we can do," Amy repeated. "A ghost, demon. Hell, I'd even take a werewolf."

"I didn't say that out loud," Dean stated.

Amy sat up, now fully aware of what had just happened. "Which means it happened again."

"But you weren't even doing anything," Dean said. "You were just flipping through the channels."

"Exactly," Sam said in realization. "She wasn't doing anything. She was just relaxing, not really thinking about all that much."

"And that triggered it?" Dean asked.

"Maybe," Sam said with a shrug. "I mean, she probably didn't have a lot on her mind, so it might have been easier for what you were thinking to slip through."

"Okay, well, let's see if we can't at least figure this out," Dean said. "'Cause I don't know about you, but I'd prefer to keep her out of my head."

"I mean, I technically have already been in your head," Amy reminded Dean, "with the dream root thing?"

"That was different," Dean said. "Those were dreams, this is more what I'm thinking at that moment."

"Well, I mean, now that we at least know how it works, maybe we can help her control it."

"How?" Dean asked. "I mean, you got your psychic crap, or whatever, but I feel like this is pretty different than that."

"Well, no duh," Amy said with a laugh, "exorcising demons is pretty far off from mind-reading."

"I just mean," Sam continued, "We should probably try to figure out how to help her control it better. So that nothing happens in the middle of a hunt, or anything."

"As long as she stays out of my head afterward, and this gives me something to do, then I say let's do it," Dean decided. He turned to Amy. "Alright, let's try this again," he leaned back in his chair. "What am I thinking."

Amy tried to focus. She tried to ignore the sounds of passing cars out the window or the water tap dripping water into the sink from the bathroom.

'Bring me a pie. Bring me a pie. Bring me a pie. Bring me a-'

Amy rolled her eyes. "I'm not bringing you a pie, and you're not a Jedi anyway, so that wouldn't have worked."

Dean threw his arms up triumphantly. "It worked!"

"What was he thinking?" Sam asked.

"Bring me a pie," Amy replied. "Over and over and over."

"Seriously, Dean?" Sam asked.

"What?" Dean asked. "It worked."

Amy sighed. "You are unbelievable, sometimes." She yawned, a wave of fatigue washing over her. "Alright, it's late, I'm going to bed. Goodnight."

"Night, Amy," Sam and Dean said simultaneously.

"Night, guys." Amy rolled over, placing her head on the pillow as she tried to get to sleep.

October 25th, 2008

Amy was awoken early the next morning by a pillow being thrown in her face. She groaned at the unexpected awakening as she slowly opened her eyes and sat up.

"What?" she grumbled.

"Get up," Dean said gleefully, "I found us a case."

"Wait, really?" Amy asked, now interested. "Where?"

"A family was murdered inside their own home in Atchison, Kansas. No sign of a break-in, and a few days before they died, they claimed the lights were flickering, and they could hear scratching in the walls."

Amy sighed. "Well, I guess it's better than nothing," she said. "I'll get dressed, and then we can head out?"

"Sound's good," Sam said.

Twenty minutes later, they were packed up and in the Impala.

Amy sat in the backseat, eyes flashing between the brothers as they muttered between themselves, casting Amy a glance every once in a while.

"Are you sure this is a good idea?" Sam asked.

"No," Dean admitted, "but if it works and it helps her, you know, then I say we give it a shot."

"You know," Amy said, leaning forward, "if you're going to talk about me, you might want to make sure I'm, one, not right behind you and two, not deaf."

"Alright, alright," Dean said. "Sam and I were just thinking that maybe this case will be a good opportunity for you to practice your powers."

"On other people?" Amy asked. "I'm not so sure about that."

"Not your whole mind-moving, crap, or whatever," Dean said, "but the mind-reading."

"Isn't that kind of an invasion of privacy?" Amy asked. "Reading complete strangers' minds?"

"If you don't want to, it's fine," Sam said, "but we just thought it would be a good way to both get some new information and help you practice these new powers."

Amy sighed. "Let me think about it. I'll let you know when we get to Atchison."

Dean nodded. "Sounds good.

Amy leaned back in her seat, staring out the window.

'On the one hand,' she thought, 'this could be a good opportunity to enhance and practice my powers without Gabe around to help. On the other hand, though, I don't exactly feel comfortable going through complete strangers heads.' She sighed as she watched trees on the side of the road flash by. 'Why can't I just be a normal girl with normal problems. Someone who doesn't have to think about stuff like this? Why the hell do I even have these stupid powers? I know we haven't met you yet, Chuck, but I'm gonna want some damn answers when we do. And number one is what the hell?'

Atchison, Kansas

Late that night, Dean pulled into the Ortiz Enterprises Hotel, after stopping once earlier to get dinner. Sam checked them into a room on the third floor, and they headed in.

"So, you make a decision yet?" Dean asked.

Amy sighed. "Alright, I'll do it. But this is the only time, got it?"

Dean nodded. "Deal."

Amy followed Sam and Dean into the motel room, tossing her bag onto one of the beds.

Sam immediately pulled out his laptop. "Okay, so victims' names were Brian and Rebecca Torres. Married thirteen years." He scrolled through the news article. "Uh, apparently they were pretty well known in the neighborhood, despite only moving in a few months ago. Mr. Torres worked in the law firm business, and Mrs. Torres frequented the neighborhood but mostly stayed home to" he paused for a moment, "prepare for their son to be born."

"That poor, unborn baby," Amy said sympathetically.

"So, who should we talk to first?" Dean asked.

"How about the person that found them?" Sam asked. "Jacob Thompson," he read. "Looks like he lives across the street from where the Torres used to live."

"Sounds good," Dean said. "We'll go talk to him first thing in the morning."

October 26th, 2008 - Ortiz Enterprises Hotel

The next day, they got ready to go out. Dean drove them to Jacob Thompson's house, parking the Impala across the street. He handed Amy her FBI badge as they got out.

"Just see what you can find out, okay?" Dean asked. "See if he's hiding anything."

"I still don't like this plan, but okay," Amy agreed.

Sam led them up the front steps and rang the doorbell. A moment later, the door opened, and a balding man appeared behind the screen.

"Yes?" the man asked.

"Jacob Thompson?" Dean asked.

"Yes," Jacob replied.

"I'm agent Bonham," he introduced, flashing his badge. "This is agent Lee and agent..." Dean paused for a moment, "Jones," he finally said. Sam and Amy flashed their badges as well. "Mind if we ask you a few questions?"

"Uh, yeah, sure," Jacob opened the screen door. "Come on in."

"This is about Brian and Rebecca Torres, right?" Mr. Thompson asked as he led them into the living room.

"Yes, it is," Dean confirmed.

The three hunters sat down on the couch, directly across from Mr. Thompson.

"Now, Mr. Thompson, you were the one who found the bodies, correct?" Sam asked.

Jacob nodded. "That's right. I used to see Brian and Rebecca at least once a day, either before I left for work or when I got home. When I didn't see them for a day or so, I got worried. Went to check up on them and, well, you know the rest."

Amy sat there as Sam and Dean questioned Mr. Thompson. She did her best to concentrate on Mr. Thompson's thoughts, rather than what he was saying.

"Mr. Thompson, do you know if the Torres' had any enemies? Anyone that would want to harm them in any way?" Dean asked.

"Oh no," Mr. Thompson replied, shaking his head. "Everyone loved Rebecca and Brian."

'If you mean, loved to think up ways to get them out of here,' Amy heard Jacob think. 'God, I'm sure I can list fifty people around this town that wanted them dead.'

"Mr. Thompson," Amy spoke up, "withholding information from the FBI is a federal crime. If there's anything you can tell us, now would be the time."

Mr. Thompson looked shocked. Finally, he sighed. "Okay. If I'm gonna be honest, a lot of people hated them. They'd often talk about the Torres's behind their back. I think a few even plotted to kill them. Brian wasn't exactly the nicest person to get along with, and Rebecca. Well, it was pretty obvious she only cared about herself." Jacob sighed again. "Look, I'm sure there are lots of people in this neighborhood who are glad they're gone."

"Can we get a list of the people who mentioned might have plotted to kill them?" Dean asked.

"Of course," Mr. Thompson said, standing up, "I'll just be a moment."

When Mr. Thompson was out of earshot, Sam and Dean turned to Amy.

"So, what did you hear?" Sam asked.

"Not much," Amy explained. "Just that he could probably make a list of fifty people who wanted them dead."

"Nice going, kid," Dean praised.

"Thanks," Amy muttered. "I still don't feel comfortable doing this, though."

"We promised it would be a one-time thing, and we meant it," Sam reassured her."

Mr. Thompson returned with a sheet of printer paper, that had various names written all over it.

Dean stood up, reaching for the paper. "That was fast?" he asked.

"I'm not gonna hide anything from you guys," Jacob said, "a few months ago, I started getting these, I guess you could call it a gut feeling, about some of the neighbors here. Started keeping tabs on them in case anything ever happened."

"Thank you for your time, Mr. Thompson, and your honesty," Sam said, "we'll be in touch if there are any further questions."

Jacob Thompson stood up. "Anytime," he said, "let me know if there's any other way I can help."

Sam nodded. "Of course."

Amy followed Sam and Dean to the Impala, climbing into the backseat.

"So, I guess it worked," Sam said as Dean drove away from the house. "How are you feeling?"

"I've got a bit of a headache," Amy admitted, "but other than that, I'm doing okay."

"Well, at least we know you've got some control over it," Dean said, looking at Amy through the rear-view mirror.

"Yeah," Amy muttered. "Hey, why are you guys helping me with this anyway?" she asked. "I mean, don't get me wrong, I'm glad I'm not alone in this. But, knowing you guys, you aren't exactly the type of people who would seem too keen on this."

"Alright, look," Dean replied, "I'm not exactly too into the idea of you having powers."

Sam shifted uncomfortably in his seat at this but didn't say anything.

"But you didn't exactly try to hide them from us either," Dean continued, "and that counts."

"We wanna do anything we can to help you, Amy," Sam said.

"You're family, Amy," Dean continued. "And family cares about you. They're there through all of it. The good and the bad."

Amy was almost in disbelief. "Family?" she asked.

Sam nodded. "Yeah, Amy. You're our family."

"Which means, like it or not, we're here for you, kid," Dean finished.

Amy smiled as she leaned back in her seat. She had never really thought about it that way, but Sam and Dean Winchester themselves had confirmed something she had been wondering for a long time. She rested her head on the cold window, listening to Sam and Dean talk about the case from the front seat as Dean drove them back to the motel.

When they got back to the hotel room, Sam pulled out his laptop, opening up anything he could find on the Torres's and their house.

"Okay," he said, clearing his throat. "So, according to this, the Torres's house first belonged to a family in the eighteen hundreds. A Mr. and Mrs. Finney. Uh, they had a daughter named Sally, who supposedly died during a botched appendicitis surgery inside the house. After that, the husband seemed to go on a rampage, killing his wife and then himself almost one month later."

"So now Sally and her parents are back?" Amy asked.

"I don't see anything else it could be," Sam said.

"Alright," Dean said, clapping his hands together, "I say we torch some bones and get out of here, then."

"Does it say where they were buried?" Amy asked.

"Doesn't look like it," Sam said, shaking his head. "Nearest cemetery is the Mount Vernon Cemetery, though. It's only a few miles from the house. That might be a good place to start."

Dean nodded. "Sounds good. We'll head out tonight, search a graveyard, hopefully, torch some bones, and be out of here by tomorrow." Without another word, Dean threw himself face-first onto the bed, falling asleep.

Amy sighed as she watched Dean fall asleep so quickly.

Mount Vernon Cemetery

Later that night, Dean drove them to the cemetery. They searched through the plot sites, until finally coming across two gravestones.

Charles Finney

Born 1801 - Died 1832

Beloved husband

Michelle Finney

Born 1805 - Died 1832

Beloved wife

"Well, there's mom and dad," Amy said, pointing to the graves, "but where's Sally?"

"Why wouldn't they be buried with their daughter?" Sam wondered.

"I don't know," Dean said, "but I say we torch these suckers."

Sam, Dean, and Amy spent the next few hours, taking turns digging up the two graves.

Amy watched as Sam and Dean poured lighter fluid and salt onto the bones. When both bodies were completely doused, Dean pulled out his lighter.

"Sayonara, ghostie," he said as the graves lit up in a fiery inferno.

As the flames died down, Amy helped Sam and Dean shovel the dirt back into the graves.

"Did that seem too easy?" Amy asked as they walked back to the Impala.

"Definitely," Sam agreed. He took Amy's shovel from her, placing it in the trunk.

"Whatever," Dean said, "point is, the ghost is gone, and we can get out of here by tomorrow morning."

Amy shrugged. "If you say so."

October 27th, 2008 - Ortiz Enterprises Hotel

Amy woke up the next morning to find Sam and Dean sitting at the table, decked out in their FBI disguises, neither of their bags packed.

"Hey," she greeted, "what's going on? I thought we'd be leaving today."

"Well, that was until another body was found in the house," Sam told her.

"What?" Amy asked.

"Megan Torres, Brian and Rebecca's daughter, went to the house last night to collect her parents' belongings. Police found her body this morning."

"See, Dean?" Amy asked. "I told you it seemed too easy."

"Yeah, well, how was I supposed to know anything else would happen?"

"Okay," Amy continued, "so, where is Sally, then?"

"She's gotta be in the house," Sam guessed. "I mean, she died in the house. There's a good chance she was buried in the house as well."

"Sammy and I are gonna go do some questioning," Dean said. "You wanna stay here or come with? It's up to you."

"I'll stay here," Amy decided. "See you guys when you get back. I'm still a little tired, to be honest."

Dean nodded. "Sounds good. "We'll see you in a little bit."

Sam and Dean left Amy alone in the hotel room. She flopped onto the bed, grabbing the remote to turn on the T.V. She pointed the remote towards the screen as if she was going to turn it on but ultimately ended up dropping it back onto the bed.

Amy sighed. 'Maybe I should have gone with them,' she thought. 'I wonder if they're still here.'

Amy stood up, walking over to the window. She pulled back the blinds, looking out towards the parking lot, only to find the Impala gone.

"Damn it," she muttered to herself. She turned back to the empty room. "Well, now I'm bored. I suppose I could practice my new powers a bit more." She sighed as she realized she was talking to nobody. "Okay, Amy, stop talking to yourself," she said aloud.

Amy decided to spend the time until Sam and Dean got back practicing what she had recently learned to do. She focused her powers once again on the lower half of her body, trying to will herself to lift off the ground again.

She felt a faint tingling in her legs. Amy focused harder, and the tingling sensation got stronger. The air around her feet seemed to move around, pushing on the bottom of them. She suddenly felt her feet lift off the ground again, but this time, she didn't lose focus. She kept focusing, hovering in the air for a solid twenty seconds before slowly lowering herself back to the ground.

"Well," Amy said with a sigh, "I guess if I was able to do this when I was seven with myself and the other girls at the same time, it makes sense that this is getting easier to do."

"Hello, Amelia," a gruff voice said behind her.

Amy spun around. Standing by the window, was Castiel.

"Cas?" Amy asked. "What are you doing here? Dean's not here if you were looking for him."

"Actually, I was looking for you," Castiel replied.

"Okay," Amy said, nodding with uncertainty, "uh, what's up?"

"I need to know what you know," Cas told her.

Amy looked at Cas, waiting for him to say anything else. "What I know about what?" she asked when he didn't say anything else.

"About this world," Castiel explained, "you know more than the Winchesters do, and even more than you let on. I need to know what that is."

Amy laughed at the angel. "Sorry, angel boy, no can do. Some of those things are deep in the spoiler territory."

"Spoiler territory?" Cas asked.

"Yeah, you know," Amy explained, "a spoiler is something that will happen, usually pretty major, that another person doesn't know about. Usually, something revealing about the plot."

"This is a need-to-know," Castiel explained as he reached his hand towards her head.

Amy knocked Castiel's hand away. "Whatever it is, no, it is most certainly not. Stay out of my head."

Castiel seemed to stare her down, but Amy stood her ground.

"Fine," Cas relented. "But I will be back."

"Knowing you," Amy said, "I'm counting on it."

Cas tilted his head at Amy, before suddenly vanishing, the sound of a flutter of wings indicating his departure.

"Angels," Amy huffed.

About an hour later, Sam and Dean returned.

"How'd it go?" Amy asked.

"Uh, well, we found out that Megan was the one that was renting the house out for her parents to live in. Turns out that after her parents died, she had begun making arrangements to move in."

"Any sign of Sally while you guys were there?"

"Oh, yeah," Dean replied, "place was spiking with EMF. We're gonna head over tonight to finish the job."

"Sounds good," Amy said. "I actually can't wait to leave now."

"Yeah," Sam scoffed, "so, what did you do while we were gone?"

Amy shrugged. "Practiced my new powers a bit more." To demonstrate, she lifted herself off the ground once more, lying on her stomach in mid-air. "Oh, and Cas showed up," she added as she slowly lowered herself to the ground.

Dean looked up at this, now more interested. "What did he want?"

"He said he needed to know what I knew about this world."

"What did you say?" Sam asked.

"I basically said go away and stay out of my head."

"Do you even remember anything from that show you used to watch anymore?" Dean asked. "I mean, it's gotta be, what? Two or almost three years since you watched it?"

"It hasn't even been two years," Amy corrected. "I met you guys in May last year, remember? But yes, I do actually remember some stuff. My memory is weird like that. I don't remember what I ate for breakfast two days ago, but I can remember the lyrics to the theme song of a T.V. show I haven't watched since I was probably six or seven."

Amy sighed. "I'm not telling you what I remember from the show, but there are some things, like character reveals or major plot points, that I can still remember pretty clearly. Some things in the show are pretty hard to forget, no matter how long it's been."

"Are you ever going to tell us what those things are?" Dean asked.

Amy shook her head. "Nope. But pretty much everything I do know, you'll find out on your own eventually."

"Okay, Dean, look," Sam interrupted, "if she wants to tell us something, she will. But, let's at least leave that up to her. Besides, I'm sure there are things that we aren't supposed to know yet."

Amy nodded. "Right. Thank you, Sam."

Sam smiled. "No problem."

"Get a room, you two," Dean joked. "Alright, make sure you're packed and ready to go by tonight. As soon as this Sally chick is barbequed, we're out of here."

Amy sat in the back seat of the Impala later that night as Dean drove to the house. Dean parked the Impala in front of the house, and she got out with them.

Sam handed Amy her gun and a few salt rounds, and she followed them up the front steps. Dean picked the lock and opened the door, pushing the police tape up so they could enter.

Amy found herself in a living room as she walked through the front door.

"Okay," Dean said, "spread out. Like find this ghost and gank it."

Amy walked up to the second floor as Sam and Dean searched downstairs. She walked down the hallway, pushing the door open to find an unfinished nursery. She looked around for a bit, before turning to leave.

As Amy turned out of the room, a little girl appeared behind her. She was a small African-American girl, probably no older than eight, wearing a nineteenth-century style dress. The girl stared up at her with curious eyes.

"Sally?" Amy asked quietly.

The ghost girl nodded. "Have you seen my mommy and daddy?" she asked.

"I'm sorry, Sally," Amy said sympathetically, "your mommy and daddy are dead."

"I know," Sally informed her. "My daddy said they would come to find me, but they never showed up."

"I know where they are," Amy told her. "My friends and I, we can take you to them. But I need your help if we're going to do that. Okay?"

Sally nodded.

"Sally, before we do, though, can you tell me why you hurt the family that was living here?"

"I didn't mean to," the little ghost said, "the other families that lived here were nice to me. But those new people started throwing stuff at me, and I got scared."

"Amy?" Sam's voice sounded up the stairs. "You find anything."

"Yeah, I found Sally," Amy called back. "Come on up, but whatever you do, don't shoot."

Sam and Dean ran up the stairs.

"What the hell?" Dean asked when he saw Amy kneeling eye level to the little ghost girl.

"This is Sally," Amy told them, standing up.

"I never thought a murderous ghost could look so cute," Dean muttered.

"She says she didn't mean to kill those people. Apparently, the other people that lived here before the Torres's knew about her and were nice. But the Torres's made her pretty scared."

"I want my mommy and daddy," Sally whined.

"Your mommy and daddy are gone," Sam told her.

"She knows," Amy informed them. "Apparently her dad told her they would come to her, but never showed up after they, you know." She turned to Sally. "Sally, if we're going to get you to your mommy and daddy, we need to know where you're buried. Do you know where that is?"

Sally nodded. Without another word, she grabbed Amy's hand, leading her downstairs.

Sam and Dean exchanged a glance before following them down the stairs.

Sally led Amy to the basement door, leading her down the dark steps.

At the bottom of the steps, Sally let go of Amy's hand. Amy watched as Sally walked over to a section of a wall that had been bricked over.

Dean picked up a crowbar, using it to chip the cement away from the bricks until he could remove them. Once enough bricks were removed, he backed up.

Amy peered into the new hole in the wall. Inside was the skeleton of a child. She backed away, turning to Sally.

"Ready, Sally?" she asked.

Sally nodded. "Thank you," she said.

Amy smiled. "You're welcome, Sally."

"Let's get this over with," Dean said. He doused the bones in lighter fluid and salt, tossing a lighter in once he was done.

The little ghost girl next to Amy burst into flames as her skeleton lit up, and a moment later, she disappeared.

"Well, that was interesting," Amy remarked.

Amy helped Sam and Dean lay the bricks back in the wall before following them out of the house.

"Okay," she said as they placed their guns in the trunk of the car, "that was by far the nicest ghost I've met."

Sam chuckled slightly. "Yeah. I guess all she wanted were her parents."

"Well, I'm ready to get out of here," Amy said.

Dean pulled the keys out of his pocket. "Me too. Everyone in. We're taking off."

"Alright, already," Amy joked. "So impatient."

Sam laughed along with Amy as they got into the Impala. Amy placed her head on the cold window and closed her eyes as Dean started the ignition, driving away from the house.