January 3rd, 2010 - Scotland, Connecticut
Amy was woken up one morning by a pillow being thrown in her face. She groaned as she opened her eyes to see Sam and Dean standing on the other side of the room. "What?"
"Get up," Dean said. "We got a case up in Massachusetts."
Amy groaned again and rolled out of bed. "What's going on?" she asked as she grabbed a pair of jeans and a t-shirt from her bag.
"An old friend of ours from when Sam and I were younger called. Said they've got a ghost problem."
Amy nodded. "Let me just get dressed real quick." She hurried into the bathroom and quickly changed before pulling her hair into a ponytail. After slipping on her shoes, she headed back out and grabbed her bag. "Ready."
"Let's get going then," Dean said.
Amy grabbed her bag and followed the Winchesters out to the Impala. She tossed her duffle in the back and climbed into the car. Sam and Dean got into the front, and they drove off.
Housatonic, Massachusetts
It was only a two-hour drive to their next motel. They checked into a room on the second floor and headed upstairs.
"Drop off your bags, and then let's go," Dean said. "According to Donna, this thing attacked her daughter, Katie, a couple nights ago."
"I texted Donna and let her know we were on our way," Sam explained.
"Good." Dean nodded. "Let's get going, then."
Amy tossed her bag onto one of the beds and quickly hurried back out to the Impala. They climbed back in and drove off towards Donna's house.
"So, who's Donna?" Amy asked as Dean drove down the street.
"She used to babysit Dean and me when we were younger," Sam explained. "Our dad would drop us off sometimes when he went on a hunt, and we would stay with her for days, or sometimes even weeks."
"One day, Sammy here told Donna what our dad did for a living," Dean added. "Of course, she didn't believe him, but eventually she figured out he was telling the truth."
"I think you'll really like her, Amy," Sam continued. "Donna was the best."
They pulled up in front of a white, two-story house. Dean led them up to the front door and knocked.
A moment later, a woman in a flower-printed jacket and blue shirt, with long wavy, blonde hair, opened the door. She smiled when she saw who was on her porch.
"Sam, Dean," the woman said with a smile. "I'm so glad you boys could come."
"Hi, Donna," Dean said with a smile. He gestured down to Amy. "This is Amy, by the way. She's been hunting with us for a few years."
Amy gave the woman a smile. "Nice to meet you."
"Nice to meet you as well." Donna returned the smile. "I trust these boys are treating you well."
"Oh, absolutely," Amy replied. "They're like older brothers to me."
"Good." Donna stepped to the side. "Please, come in, you three."
The hunters stepped inside the house. Donna led them over to a couch, where a teenage girl with short, brown hair was sitting.
"This is my daughter, Katie," Donna introduced. She gestured to the other couch across from the coffee table. "Please, sit down. I've got some cookies and lemonade in the kitchen."
Amy sat down between Sam and Dean on the couch. Donna disappeared into the kitchen, returning a moment later with a plate of cookies, a pitcher of lemonade, and five glasses.
"Dean and Sammy Winchester." Donna set the cookies and lemonade on the table. "So, how long has it been?"
"The summer before 6th grade," Sam recalled.
"Mmm, I remember." Donna grabbed a glass and poured herself a glass of lemonade. "You assigned yourself your own reading list."
Dean chuckled. "That's right. I forgot about that."
"Have you always been this much of a nerd, Sam?" Amy joked.
"Yes," Dean whispered to her.
Sam turned to Katie. "Your mom happens to be the best babysitter we ever had."
Donna turned to Katie. "Well, when I was a maid at the Mayflower, out on the interstate – long before you were even an idea – their daddy used to pass through town and leave the boys with me while he went off to..." she paused for a brief moment as she turned to Sam and Dean, "work. One time, he was gone for two weeks."
"Two weeks?" Katie asked in disbelief.
"Mm-hmm." Donna set the lemonade down in front of Dean. "Oh, he'd always come limping back. He loved you boys. I'm sure he would have liked you too, Amy."
Amy smiled. 'Doubt it,' she thought.
"Did you know what he did all that time?" Katie asked.
"Little Sammy kept trying to tell me. Of course, I didn't believe him." Donna turned to Sam. "Not at first, anyway."
Sam inhaled sharply before speaking. "Katie, our dad, um, happened to be an expert at getting rid of ghosts," he explained. "And now, so are we."
"That's why I called them, sweetie," Donna said softly. "They can help us."
A man carrying several suitcases came into the room. He set the bags down in the entryway.
"Sounds like you guys got yourself a poltergeist," Dean said.
"Started a month or two after we moved in," the man said.
"Yeah, first it was, uh, just bumps and knocks and scratches on the walls," Donna added. "And then it started breaking things."
"And then it attacked Katie?" Sam asked.
The man nodded. "That was two nights ago."
"Can you show them, honey?"
Katie stood up and lifted her shirt. Scratched into her stomach, just above her belly button, were the words-
"Murdered Chylde," Sam read.
Katie lowered her shirt and sat back down.
"Katie, everything's gonna be fine. I promise," Dean assured the teen. He turned to Donna and her husband. "Why don't you guys take yourselves a little vacation, and, uh, we'll take care of it."
Donna sighed. "Thank you." She stood up. "There's a spare key underneath the front doormat. If you need anything, please call."
Dean nodded. "Thank you, ma'am."
Donna and Katie stood up from the couch. Donna put a hand on Katie's back as they walked out of the living room and grabbed their suitcases before leaving the house.
"Come on, let's get out of here," Dean said, standing up as well. "I'm starving."
The hunters left the house, grabbing the spare key on the way out.
Dean drove them to a local diner. They sat down at a booth, and Dean went up to the counter to order. Sam put his laptop on the table and opened it up to begin researching, while Amy sat and waited for the food to arrive.
Finally, Amy saw a teenage boy bring out a tray of food and set it in front of Dean. After talking with the teen for a moment, Dean picked up the tray and brought it over. He placed one cheeseburger and fries in front of Amy and handed Sam a salad shake, keeping the last cheeseburger and chile cheese fries for himself.
Sam opened his salad shake and poured in a packet of dressing. He closed the lid and started shaking the salad to mix it up while staring intently at his computer screen.
Amy stopped mid-way to taking a bite of her cheeseburger as Sam's salad rattled around in the container.
Sam stopped shaking his salad, noticing both Dean and Amy staring at him.
"Oh, you shake it up, baby," Dean said dryly. He put down his cheeseburger. "You know, poltergeist aside, Donna looked pretty good, don't you think?"
"Dude, don't tell me you've still got the hots for our babysitter."
"What? No. That's weird." Dean chuckled. "I'm just saying that she, you know, she – she's – she's doing good. You know, with her husband, her kid. This whole Amityville thing being thrown at them, and they're hanging tough."
Sam grabbed a fork and stabbed at his salad. "Yeah."
"You ever think that you'd want something like that? Wife, rugrats, the whole nine?"
Sam shook his head. "No, not really my thing anymore."
"What about you, Ames?" Dean asked. "You ever think about getting a husband and having kids?"
Amy shook her head, as well. "No, on both of those fronts for me. Though, if I ever did want to have a kid later in life, I'd probably wanna adopt."
Dean glanced at Sam's laptop. "Yeah. What do you got?"
"Uh, well, that house of theirs, it's old – really old. Um, hundreds of years. And I found a legend. It's unconfirmed, but still."
"Saying?"
"Supposedly, in the 1720s, the house was owned by a guy named Isaiah Pickett." Sam spun his laptop around to show the screen. On it was a site titled 'Witchcraft.' "Legend has it he hung a woman in his backyard for witchcraft – a woman named Maggie Briggs."
"Okay, so an angry ghost witch?" Dean asked.
Sam shrugged. "If it's true. That still doesn't explain what "Murdered Chylde" means."
"Hey, guys?" Amy asked, seeing something off to the side. "Why's that kid staring at us?"
The teenager who had served their food stared at them from behind the counter, a smirk on his face.
"Hey, kid?" Dean asked loudly. "You got a problem?"
The teen seemed scared for a moment, before quickly hurrying towards the back.
"Weirdo," Dean muttered. He turned back to Sam. "Does that say where the bitch is buried?"
"You know, I mean, it's a long way back, but I can see if I can find something in the town records."
"It's worth a shot," Dean said. "Amy and I will go find a motel. Call us if you find anything."
"Yep."
Amy finished her burger and grabbed the rest of her soda before standing up. She followed Dean out to the Impala and climbed in next to him as he took off down the street.
Lucky Star Motor Inn
It was dark by the time they pulled up to a motel. Amy waited by the car with the bags while Dean checked them into a room. After about a minute or two of waiting, he came out of the office and waved Amy over.
Amy picked up the bags and followed Dean into their motel room. She dropped the bags on the floor and took a look around the room.
Dean pulled out his phone and dialed Sam's number and put his phone to his ear. "So, any luck?" There was a pause as Sam spoke on the other line. "All right. Well, we've got a minute to breathe here, so, uh, let's pick it up first thing." Another pause, then Dean hung up.
"Sam on his way back?" Amy asked, sitting down on one of the beds.
"He'll be here in a few." Dean opened up a beer and took a swig.
Amy nodded. "Sounds good." She flipped on the TV and began surfing through the channels.
Half an hour passed, and Sam hadn't returned. During this time, Amy and Dean had laid their weapons out on one of the beds to clean. Amy was cleaning off one of her pistols when Dean pulled out his phone and called his brother again.
"Dude, where are you?" Dean asked into the speaker. "Call me when you get this."
"What's taking Sam so long?" Amy wondered aloud. She moved back the curtain and looked out the window as if Sam would somehow appear outside.
"I don't know what the hell's taking him so long," Dean muttered. He stood up. "I'm gonna keep calling him. Stay here, just in case he comes back."
"Okay."
Dean left the motel room.
Nearly two hours later, Amy was still alone in the motel room. Now she was getting nervous, pacing back and forth through the room with her phone in her hand as she waited for a call or text.
Amy went to her messages and read the last one from Dean, sent an hour ago.
"Anything yet?" Amy had texted.
"Nothing yet. I'll text you when I find him."
She closed her phone again and resumed pacing, occasionally stopping at the window to look outside.
Finally, the door opened up, and Sam stepped through.
"Sam! Where the hell have you been? Dean and I have been worried sick!"
"Oh, uh, I'm sorry," Sam said. He held up a bag from the restaurant they had eaten at earlier. "I brought you guys some food."
Amy took the bag, eyeing Sam warily. She opened it up and peered inside. "Two cheeseburgers and fries?" She closed the bag and looked back up at Sam. "Who are you, and what have you done with Sam Winchester?"
"I, uh-"
Amy scoffed and shook her head. "Whatever. I better call Dean, let him know you're back." She dialed Dean's number and put the phone to her ear. "You know he's been out for two hours looking for you? You really scared us."
Before Sam could reply, Dean answered Amy's call. "Yeah?"
"Guess who just showed up in the motel room?" Amy asked. She folded her arms and turned back to Sam, who was staring at himself in the mirror.
Dean sighed in frustration. "I'm gonna kill him. Did he say where he's been?"
"No, but he brought burgers and fries from that diner we went to earlier." Amy laid on the bed, staring up at the ceiling.
"Weird, but okay. I'm coming back. Make sure he doesn't leave again."
"Sure thing." Amy ended the call and sat back up.
Sam was still admiring himself in the mirror.
"Sam? You good, dude?"
"Yeah." Sam smiled. "I'm awesome!"
Amy raised an eyebrow. "Right. Well, Dean's on his way back."
"Who?" Sam asked.
"Dean?" Amy repeated. "Your older brother? What the hell's gotten into you?"
There was a knock on the door, and Sam quickly moved to answer it. Instead of checking to see who it was, so they could hide the weapons, he swung the door wide open to reveal a maid standing outside.
Amy quickly jumped up to cover the weapons with a blanket, but it was too late. The maid screamed when she saw the guns and knives and took off running.
"Why did you do that?" Amy asked angrily.
"What?" Sam asked. "There was someone at the door."
"I mean, why did you open it?" Amy elaborated.
Sam shrugged. "I wanted to see who it was."
Amy stared at him in shock. There was something seriously wrong with Sam right now.
Sam turned back to the mirror and began flexing, much to Amy's disbelief. "Oh, yeah. Bring it!" he said. He turned away from the mirror again. "Holy crap."
"I'm in hell," Amy muttered.
The door swung open again, and Dean stepped inside. "Sam. Where the hell you been, man? I've been trying to call you for hours."
"I picked up some food." Sam picked up the bag from earlier. "Bacon burger turbo, large chili-cheese fry, right?"
Dean snatched the bag away.
"Sorry, man," Sam said as he put his plaid shirt back on over his grey one. "Really. I-I just – I lost track of time. I didn't mean to freak you out."
"Thanks. Don't know why it took you two hours, but thanks."
"Glad you're back, Dean," Amy said, "but we're gonna have to leave now."
Dean frowned. "Why?"
"'Cause somebody-" Amy nodded her head towards Sam, "-opened the door for the maid, and she saw our weapons."
Dean turned to Sam. "Why'd you let the maid in?"
Sam shrugged. "It just happened."
"Whatever. I got to hit the head, and then we'll take off." Dean headed off towards the bathroom.
"All right. I-I'll be outside." Sam left the motel room, closing the door behind him.
Amy started cleaning up the weapons that were still lying out while she waited for Dean. He came out just as she finished packing up.
"Come on, let's get out of here."
Amy quickly moved to stop Dean. "Wait, hold on, Dean."
"What?"
"There is something seriously wrong with Sam," Amy said. "I mean, he asked who you were when I said you were coming back earlier, he was flexing in the mirror before you walked back in, and he just opened the motel room door without checking who it was earlier."
"So, what, you're saying that's not Sam?"
Amy shook her head. "I don't know what I'm saying. Just that something seems off with him tonight."
"I'll keep an eye on him," Dean said. "Come on, though. We better get going."
Amy followed Dean out to the Impala, where Sam was already waiting in the passenger seat. She slid into the back as Dean opened the driver's door.
"Hey. You ready?" Dean asked Sam.
"Absolutely." Sam grinned as Dean got into the car. "Hey, can I drive?"
"Drive?" Dean repeated.
Sam nodded. "Yeah, drive. Come on, man, please?"
"Uh, yeah, sure." Dean handed Sam the keys, and they switched places.
Sam started the engine. "Oh, this is so sweet!" he said excitedly as he began revving.
"You want to get the lead out, Andretti?" Dean asked. "Come on."
Sam put the car into gear.
"Reverse," Dean said. The car jumped back a bit. "Reverse!"
Amy instinctively grabbed the door handle as the Impala shot backward and hit the dumpster. She was thrown forward, hitting her head on the bench seat in front of her, as trash bags landed on the trunk.
"It's in reverse," Dean explained, his voice terse. He threw open the door and got out.
"I am really, really sorry," Sam said as he walked around to the other side of the car.
"Shut up," Dean snapped. He got back in on the driver's side and drove off. The trash bags on the trunk fell to the ground.
They arrived at another motel across town. Dean checked them into a room while Amy waited outside with Sam, eyeing him suspiciously.
Dean came back out, holding two room keys. He picked up his bag and led them up to the room. "Get some sleep," he said as everyone dropped their bags in the new place.
Sam jumped into the bed, kicking off his shoes. He smiled as he lay his head on the pillow and closed his eyes.
Amy and Dean stared at Sam in shock.
"Yeah, you're right," Dean said. "There's something off about him."
"I just wish I knew what," Amy said.
"We'll try to figure it out. In the meantime, we should get some sleep." Dean sat down on the edge of the bed. "Since Sam couldn't find out where this bitch is buried, we'll have to search every grave in town tomorrow."
Amy nodded. Her phone rang, and she pulled it out. It was a number she didn't recognize. "Hold on, I'm gonna take this call real quick."
"Well, do it outside," Dean said. "Key's on the nightstand."
Amy grabbed the room key and stepped outside. She answered the call and put the phone to her ear. "Hello?
"Amy?" It sounded like a teenage boy on the other line.
"Yeah?" Amy frowned.
"Amy, it's Sam," the boy said frantically. "Sam Winchester?"
"What?" Amy asked, confused. "Sam's in the motel room, asleep. Who is this?" she demanded.
"It's Sam," the boy insisted. "That's not me in there. It's my body, but not my mind. I don't know, this is weird."
"If you really are Sam, prove it," Amy demanded. "What's my last name?"
"Jones," Sam replied quickly. "Your birthday is January 18th, 1989. You'll be turning twenty-one in about two weeks. Dean and I have known you for almost three years. You're like a little sister to us, Ames." He took a deep breath. "Please believe me."
Amy let out a shaky breath. "I believe you," she said. "I knew something seemed off about you. Well, not you, but...oh, you know what I mean!"
"Where's Dean?" Sam asked. "I've been calling every one of his cells all day, but he's not answering."
"Well, he spent a couple hours looking for you earlier, but then he came back. We had to move motel rooms cause fake you opened the door and let the maid in earlier. Although...crap."
"What?"
"Fake you went out to the Impala before Dean and me," Amy realized. "I bet he did something while he was waiting. Give me a sec."
Amy ran down to the Impala and opened the door. She searched the glovebox to find all of Dean's phones gone. "Yep, I knew it," she said, putting the phone back to her ear.
"What is it?"
"All the phones in the glovebox are gone," Amy explained.
"What?" Sam asked with a hint of anger in his voice.
"Fake you-"
"Gary."
"What?"
"The kid's name is Gary," Sam explained.
"Okay, well, Gary must have gotten rid of the phones before Dean and I went out to the Impala."
"We gotta tell Dean," Sam said.
Amy nodded. "Yeah. I guess we're lucky I still had my phone in my back pocket."
"Now, what are we gonna do?" Sam asked.
"Let's get some sleep," Amy suggested. "It's late, and Dean and Gary both are already asleep, I think. I'll let Dean know what's going on in the morning, and hopefully, we can get this all figured out."
"Alright. Night, Ames."
"Night, Sam."
Amy ended the call and took a deep breath. Turns out, her suspicions had been right. Now they just needed to get the real Sam back. She stepped back into the room, eyeing Sam, no, Gary. He was sound asleep next to Dean.
Amy kicked off her shoes and lay down on the other bed. She stared up at the ceiling as she drifted off to sleep.
January 4th, 2010
Amy woke up the next morning to find that Dean was gone. Gary was sitting on the edge of the bed, watching TV.
"Where's Dean?" Amy asked.
Sam's eyes never left the screen. "He went out to get breakfast."
"Hmm." Amy nodded. She pulled out her phone, opened the camera app, and set it to record, just in case she needed proof for Dean. "So, I got an interesting phone call last night," she said.
Gary looked surprised. "Phone call?"
Amy nodded. "Yeah. Guess who it was from?"
Sam shrugged. "I dunno."
"Really?" Amy asked. "You have no idea who it could possibly have been...Sam?"
Sam shrugged again. "Nope."
"Let's try this again." Amy stood up. "You have no idea who could have possibly called me last night, saying they were the real Sam Winchester, Gary?"
That worked. Gary looked at her, a scared expression on his face. "How did you-?"
"I told you," Amy explained. "The real Sam called me last night." She held up her phone. "You missed my phone when you got rid of the others in the glove box. Guess you didn't know I had mine in my back pocket."
Gary put his hands up defensively. "Please don't tell Dean."
"And why shouldn't I?" Amy asked, folding her arms. "He's suspicious of you too, you know."
The door swung open before Gary could answer, and Dean stepped through, holding two paper bags.
Amy quickly stopped the recording and walked up to Dean. "I was right," she told him, pointing to Gary. "That's not Sam."
Dean reached for his gun. "What?"
Amy held up her phone. "The real Sam called me last night and told me everything." She could see Gary trying to stop her in the corner of her eye, but she kept going. "This-" she pointed to Sam's body, "-is a teenage boy named Gary who used a spell to swap minds with Sam."
Dean glared at Sam's body and stormed over to him, pinning his fake brother to the wall. "Where the hell is my brother?" he demanded.
"He-he's at my place," Gary stammered. "With my parents and sister."
Dean turned to Amy. "Why hasn't Sam called me yet?"
"Gary here got rid of all your phones in the glovebox," Amy explained. "I still had my phone in my pocket, though, so Sam was able to call me."
Dean glared at Gary again. "Amy, grab the rope from my bag."
Amy hurried over to Dean's duffle bag. She pulled out the rope and handed them over to Dean.
Dean released Gary and pushed him down into a chair, tying his arms up.
All right, pal. Either you start talking, or I start waterboarding," he threatened.
"Oh, my God. Please, don't hurt me. Please! I'm sorry! I'm so, so sorry!" Gary pleaded.
"Hey, pull it together, champ."
"I don't want to die," Gary said frantically, rocking back and forth. "I don't want to die."
"Why did you switch minds with Sam?" Amy asked.
"I just wanted to get closer to you," Gary told Dean. "We heard there was a bounty out on you guys, and I figured I could use Sam to get close to you."
"By swapping minds with him?" Dean snapped.
Gary whimpered again. "Don't hurt me!"
Amy sighed. "Now what?" she asked Dean.
"Now we find Sam and get this kid to give him his body back," Dean said. He untied Gary and pushed him towards the door. "Move, let's go!"
Dean half-shoved, half-pulled Gary to the Impala and shoved him into the back. Amy got into the passenger side, and Dean got in next to her, locking the back doors so Gary couldn't escape.
"Please don't do this!" Gary pleaded. "I'm sorry, I-"
"Shut up!" Dean snapped. He put the Impala into drive and peeled out of the parking lot.
Amy kept an eye on Gary the entire drive to make sure he didn't try anything. The only words Gary spoke during the drive was his friend's address, telling Dean that Sam would most likely be in the basement by now.
When they arrived at Gary's friend, Trevor's house, he led them down to the basement. Down there, they found two teenagers pacing around the room. Tied to a chair in the middle of the room was another teenage boy, who Amy recognized as the diner's server. He was wearing a blue and brown striped sweater under a blue vest.
Amy ran up to the teen. "Sam?" she asked.
"Ames!" Sam's voice came out slightly high pitched in the teenage body.
"What the hell is this?" Trevor demanded.
Dean shoved Gary further into the room. "I'm here for my brother," he demanded angrily.
The other girl stormed over to Gary. "You were supposed to knock him out, you dimwit! Not get caught."
"Sam called me last night on my cell," Amy said, holding up her phone, "told me everything."
Trevor groaned in frustration. "We told you to get rid of the phones."
"I thought I did," Gary defended.
"Hey, hey, hey!" Dean shouted. "Untie my brother." He pointed his gun at the teens. "Now!"
Gary rushed over and untied Sam from the chair.
"Good," Dean said. "Now reverse-" he waved his gun back and forth between Gary and Sam, "-this."
Gary began preparing the spell.
"Gary," the teen girl whispered, "do you really wanna do this? We have them both right here."
Gary slowly turned to look at Dean. "He's got a gun, Nora," he whispered back. "I have to."
After the ingredients were ready, Gary and Sam sat down on either side of a large bowl.
"Animae domum redeant. Fas atque nefas instauretur," Gary chanted. "Potestate et auctoritate, sic fiat." He dropped a powder into the bowl, and a light flared up. When it died down, Sam stood up and looked at himself in the mirror.
"So, we good?" Dean asked.
"Yeah." Sam smiled. "We're good. Oh, man, it's nice to be back."
"Nice to have you back, Sam," Amy said, smiling back.
"Yeah," Gary said dryly. "Awesome."
"So…" Dean cleared his throat. "Gary."
"I know – my bad."
""My bad"?" Dean repeated angrily. "Kid, "my bad" ain't gonna cut it. See, if you were of voting age... you'd be dead. Because we would kill you. So either you straighten up and fly right, or we will kill you. Are we clear?"
Gary nodded. "Crystal."
"Good." Dean turned to Sam and Amy. "Come on, we still gotta find Maggie Brigg's grave."
"Wait. M-Maggie Briggs?" Gary asked. "You mean, like – like, the witch Maggie Briggs?"
"Yeah, Sherlock," Dean confirmed.
"She's in the basement of Isaiah Pickett's house."
"Come again?"
Gary took a few steps forward. "Okay, there's this legend that he hung her, but he didn't. The real truth is that she was carrying his illegitimate child, and he killed her and then buried her in the basement."
"The murdered chylde," Dean realized. "That would explain the scratches." He turned back to Gary and nodded. "Thanks, kid."
They left the basement, the real Sam with them.
"Good to have you back, Sam," Amy repeated.
"Yeah," Sam said. "Guess I was lucky you still had your phone."
"Yeah," Amy agreed. "Real lucky."
They climbed into the Impala and sped off towards the abandoned house to finish the hunt.
They arrived at the house shortly after. Dean passed out flashlights and grabbed his duffle bag before leading the way inside.
Amy followed Sam and Dean into the basement, shining her flashlight around.
"You okay?" Dean asked Sam.
Sam nodded. "Yeah."
They approached a spot on the ground, covered in moss.
"Well, I'll be damned," Dean muttered. "Willow moss."
Sam chuckled. "Guess the kid was right after all."
"Yeah," Amy said. She pulled a shovel out of the bag. Sam and Dean did the same, and they began digging.
It hardly took any time to reach the bones of the witch.
Dean dropped his shovel to the ground. "Alright, let's do this." He bent down to get the lighter fluid and lighter from the bag.
As Dean dug around in the bag, Sam was suddenly thrown backward. He hit the wall on the other side of the basement.
"Sam!" Amy and Dean hurried over to the other Winchester.
"You okay?" Dean asked.
Sam groaned in pain. "Yeah, yeah, I'm okay."
Dean suddenly went flying into the wall next.
"Dean!" Amy cried out. She hurried over to the bag and found the lighter fluid before the ghost could reach her next.
As Amy poured the lighter fluid on the bones, the ghost threw her against the wall next.
A ghost appeared in front of Amy. She had stringy black hair and wore greyish clothing. The spirit of Maggie rushed towards Amy but burned up just before she could reach her.
Amy panted heavily as she looked over to see Dean standing over the burning grave. She leaned back against the wall. "Thanks," she said.
Sam pulled Amy to her feet. "You okay?"
"Yeah," Amy said with a nod. "Yeah, I'm good."
"Good." Sam picked up his shovel. "Let's get out of here."
They packed everything up and headed back out to the Impala. Dean put the bag back into the trunk, and they climbed back into the car.
"I'll call Donna when we get back to the room," Dean offered. "Let her know it should be safe to come home."
Sam nodded. "Alright."
"So, what was it like living as a teenager again?" Amy asked.
"Man, that kid's life sucked ass," Sam admitted.
"Really?" Dean asked.
"Yeah." Sam scoffed. "All that apple-pie, family crap? It's stressful. Trust me – we didn't miss a damn thing."
"Or we don't know what we're missing," Dean countered. He started the engine and drove down the road, back to the motel.
