Amy felt her head collide with Dean's chest. She reacted fast, as to not hurt Dean further, and she slowly looked up.
She had fallen on top of him and her legs were dangled with his.
Her hand was on his chest and Amy asked, "Are you okay?"
Dean took in a deep breath and his head rose a bit.
"I'm fine, you?" Dean asked.
"I'm fine too," Amy replied. "Sorry…a bird, I guess, had been nesting there…"
Dean sat up slowly while Amy did the same. She was now in a position where she was slightly sitting in his lap.
Her hand was still on his chest and Amy's other hand reached up and touched the side of Dean's head.
"Small scratch…" Amy noted. "Sorry…"
"Stop apologizing," Dean rolled his eyes.
Amy smiled and nodded.
The two were staring at each other in a gentle way. Dean looked up into Amy's face and he slowly reached up and touched her cheek.
"You're freezing…" Dean whispered.
"Not so much now…" she slowly replied. Amy let her lips curve into a small smile. "You know what I just remembered?"
"What…" Dean grinned.
"You remember when we were teens…" Amy said slowly. "And every Christmas…when we exchanged gifts…you always gave me a second present…a candy cane with mistletoe attached to it…"
Dean smiled at the memory. "Yeah…"
"You knew I absolutely abhorred candy canes…" Amy smiled. "And you always joked about that mistletoe…"
"I was a guy…and you were cute…" Dean said logically.
Amy smiled and whispered, "I miss having memories like those…"
Dean returned a small smile. "Hey…" he whispered comfortingly. "We get to spend Christmas together again…and we can talk about all the bruises and scars we've received so far…"
"Sounds good…" Amy replied.
She was still sitting in his lap. The two didn't seem to notice or care.
"You know…" Dean whispered. "You never finished telling me about what happened with Michael…"
"Oh…" Amy said slowly. She ran a hand through her hair and looked away for a moment.
"What's wrong?" Dean asked.
Amy sighed and looked down at Dean. "Like I said before…to make a long story short…Michael and I did start talking again…he was still pretty, umm, freaked out after the whole Natiskawa thing…and he didn't handle seeing me die well either…well…he got a job offer at a new medical firm…in London, England…and that's that…"
"I'm sorry…" Dean whispered. He felt terrible now. She had been in a relationship with a great guy…a doctor, no less…and he had left her behind because he couldn't handle the truth about the world.
"Stop apologizing," Amy smiled.
They stared at each other again with small smiles. Amy's hand was still placed on the side of Dean's head.
She felt Dean's hand on her waist. Dean could feel Amy leaning closer toward Dean.
Their faces were so close – just inches apart. Dean reached up and touched Amy's cheek away, his thumb resting underneath her chin.
Their lips had only been centimeters apart…and Sam's voice was heard throughout the manor.
Amy looked toward the door and she and Dean both heard Sam calling their names.
"Amy! Dean! Amy – Dean!"
Amy sighed and looked down at Dean. She slowly stood up and she took Dean's hand and helped him up.
The two quickly came out of the room and leaned over the third floor banister.
Sam was seen on the first floor waving his flashlight around.
"Everything okay, Sammy!" Dean yelled loudly.
Sam looked up and he flashed the light upward.
"You guys okay!" Sam called.
"We're fine!" Amy replied back. "What's going on?"
"We have some visitors!" Sam yelled back. He then pointed his flashlight beside him and Amy and Dean were able to make out the two figures beside him.
"It's Philip and Lori," Amy whispered.
"Meet us on the second floor!" Dean shouted.
O.O.O.O.O.
Dean and Amy made their way down while Sam, Philip and Lori were walking up the stairs.
They met at the second floor and Amy looked at the two teenagers.
"What are you two doing here?" Amy asked.
"The same reason we are," Sam explained. "And that's about it…I think we need to get out of here-"
Something had creaked…
Dean and Sam flashed their lights around and pointed it on each side of the floor.
"What was that?" Lori asked worriedly. Her arm was draped around Philip's.
Amy let out a cold breath. She stared around, concerned, and whispered, "Something not good…"
Philip took the hammer that Lori held tightly.
Something creaked again…it sounded like steps against the wood floor…right on the second floor…
"Maybe we should go…" Amy offered.
"Good idea," Lori whispered.
Dean and Sam walked slowly toward the center of the hall. Philip left Lori's side and gestured for her to stay where she was, beside Amy.
Philip walked up and he stayed directly behind Dean and Sam.
"Back off, kid," Dean offered, "this could get bad…"
Lori and Amy stood side by side and watched as the guys moved several feet away from them.
"I'm not getting a good feeling about this!" Amy called after them.
Sam, Dean and Philip turned around and stared at the girls. "It's okay," Sam smiled weakly. "Just stay-"
His eyes widened when Sam saw Lori and Amy were suddenly flying into one of the guest rooms. It was as if two large, giant, invisible hands had picked them up and had thrown them into one of the rooms.
"Lori-Amy!" the guys called out.
Amy and Lori were both flung into one of the rooms and before Amy could call for help the door slammed shut.
O.O.O.O.O.
Dean and Sam both tried to kick at the door but it wouldn't budge.
"What are you waiting for, shoot at it!" Philip yelled.
Sam got up close to the door and yelled, "Amy, Lori! Get away from the door! We have to shoot at it!"
From inside, Amy and Lori slowly got up to their feet. Lori rubbed her sore arm and looked around.
It was a room Amy had not gone into. It was a bedroom with a large queen-size bed and a fire place. Amy's eyes scanned the somewhat lit room…
Where was the light coming from…
O.O.O.O.O.
"Amy-Lori-are you away from the door yet?" Dean yelled through the door.
O.O.O.O.O.
The fireplace was now roaring with red and orange flames.
Lori ran into Amy's arms and the older woman held the teenager in her grasp.
"It's okay, it's okay," she whispered comfortingly.
The two females backed away and Amy felt her back reach the doorknob.
"Sam-Dean!" Amy yelled.
Lori was suddenly screaming. Amy looked up at the fireplace and noticed a large portrait above it. It was a painting of a young, beautiful woman wearing an old blue-green dress. She had dark hair that rested across her shoulders.
But the portrait had started to move wildly against the wall.
Amy's eyes went to where Lori was screaming at.
In front of the fireplace stood the woman in the portrait…
She wasn't wearing the same blue-green dress…she wore a pink gown and her beautiful dark hair was pushed aside.
Around her chest were claw marks and the woman was bleeding. The upper part of the dress was soaked in blood and the woman's once-beautiful face was now covered in more claw marks and scars. Her left eye was red.
Lori was screaming uncontrollably. Amy tried to use her hand to cover Lori's eyes.
"Who are you…" Amy whispered.
"Why is he doing this…" the ghost whispered. "Why is he causing so much pain…"
"Your pain?" Amy asked the woman.
The woman slowly shook her head in the ghost-like way. More drops of blood were rolling down her arms and the front of her dress. Instead of tears, blood was dripping from her eyes.
"So much pain…" the woman's voice echoed through the room. "You must stop it…set the devil free…"
"You're Ana Maria…" Amy whispered. She continued to hold the screaming and crying teenager in her arms. "Why is Billy doing this?"
Her mouth opened and besides more whispers came a wind of shrill cries. Amy winced against the sound and Lori seemed to scream louder.
"SET THE DEVIL FREE!" the woman cried finally. The figure of Ana Maria disappeared as the flames in the fireplace erupted within its brick boundaries.
Amy, with Lori in her grasp, turned around quickly and opened the door.
It opened quickly and Lori and Amy both ran into the three young men.
Lori ran into Philip's arms while Amy was being held by both Dean and Sam.
"What the hell happened?" Dean asked.
"I think we need to get out of here-" Amy offered.
"Look!" Philip yelled and he pointed toward the end of the hall.
Coming down from the third floor was the animal.
The wolf stopped slowly as it saw the five visitors at the opposite end of the floor.
"Run!" Amy screamed.
Philip and Lori ran up the stairs and headed toward the third floor. Amy, Dean and Sam followed.
Sam stopped shortly and turned to shoot at the creature. The black wolf stopped its run and was able to dodge the bullet. It instead made contact with the wooden banister.
Following close behind, Sam ran after Dean and Amy up toward the third floor.
O.O.O.O.O.
Amy was now leading the way and she turned toward one of the rooms and ordered Philip and Lori to get inside. The teenagers waited for Amy to come in with them but Amy stopped when she heard more shooting.
She had to wait for Dean and Sam.
"Stay inside, keep the door closed," Amy ordered. Philip closed the door slightly but he still wanted to wait for the others.
"Dean! Sam!" Amy shouted.
The two brothers were still on the steps leading toward the third floor.
"AMY! Get away!" Sam's voice rang out.
Amy found Dean and Sam now on the third floor, both carrying their shotguns.
"RUN AMY!" Dean shouted.
Amy ran toward the end of the hall and she looked up quickly to notice an entryway to the attic.
She pulled at the thin rope and the door opened-allowing small brown steps to lower toward Amy.
"Dean-Sam!" Amy shouted. "Get the wolf to come up the attic!"
She began to climb up the steps and her body went vanished inside the attic.
Dean and Sam continued to back away as they put more ammo into the shotguns.
They both heard the growl and they turned to see the creature coming up the steps.
O.O.O.O.O.
There was light in the attic. A window allowed all the sunlight to come in.
There were old pieces of furniture covered in white sheets and old boxes against the walls. She bent down to the attic opening and shouted, "Get up the attic – we'll trap the wolf inside!"
She could hear Dean and Sam running down the hall.
Amy stood up, ready, and slowly looked up.
The attic didn't have a flat ceiling but instead came up to a point.
Her eyes suddenly grew wide and her mouth opened.
There was rope hanging from the point…and a man's body was slowly swaying side to side…
The man was wearing his old war uniform. The rope was wrapped tightly around the dead neck.
Amy began to scream and her hand went to cover her mouth.
She knew it was the vision of Billy Walker's suicide…
Dean was coming up the steps first. He heard Amy screaming and began to climb faster.
Sam was still on the third floor, shooting at the animal but missing each time.
"Sam! Come on up!" Dean yelled.
He got up to his feet and suddenly felt Amy running into his arms.
"Amy, what is it?" Dean asked.
Amy looked up again at the attic's point. She could still see Billy Walker hanging there.
Dean looked up but saw nothing but cobwebs.
"Amy-" Dean gestured.
Amy continued to scream at the sight. She couldn't pull her eyes from it…Amy continued to look up and her eyes grew in fear when Billy Walker's eyes opened.
His silver eyes glared down at her. He was actually staring sadly down at Amy. His ghostly voice whispered, "I'm sorry…"
Sam was now climbing up the ladder. He could feel the wolf struggling to get up the steps.
"Back away," Sam ordered, seeing Dean holding Amy in his arms.
"What's wrong with Amy?" Sam asked worriedly.
"I dunno…she's seeing something we can't…" Dean said, looking up at the ceiling.
Sam looked up too and saw nothing.
The two brothers both took a step back when they saw the wolf had successfully reached the attic.
Dean and Amy backed away while Sam held the shotgun close to him.
Sam wanted to shoot at it again but he knew if he raised the weapon, the wolf would attack.
Amy suddenly ran away from Dean's grip and stood in front of Sam.
"Amy-" Dean fought back.
Amy held her arms out, enclosing Dean and Sam behind her.
Her eyes were glaring into the eyes of the wolf.
"Get away girl…" the wolf spoke. It's lips had actually moved… "Get away now…"
Amy, keeping her eyes on the wolf, stammered, "Dean, S-Sam…get down to the third floor…when I come down, hurry up and close the door…"
She continued to keep Sam and Dean behind her. She slowly began to move and the wolf moved opposite of her.
They moved in a circular motion, Amy trying to lead Dean and Sam to the attic opening.
"Go now," Amy whispered.
Sam was the first to jump down the attic opening.
The wolf growled and barked but Amy kept her stance.
"Go Dean!" Amy shouted.
Dean jumped in too and Amy was left with the wolf.
"Amy-hurry!" she heard.
Amy stared at the wolf for a moment and she suddenly jumped through the opening too.
Her body fell onto the floor and Dean helped her stand.
Sam was the one who quickly pushed up the attic steps and closed the opening. The three could hear the growls and hisses given by the animal.
Dean held Amy close to his chest. She was shaking terribly and her eyes were filling with tears.
"Lori-Philip-c'mon, we're getting out of here!" Sam yelled.
He looked sadly at Amy and Sam motioned for the two to follow.
Lori and Philip came out of their protected room and the five quickly ran toward the stairs and skipped downward until they reached the first floor.
The five figures left the manor quickly and the doors slammed shut behind them.
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A/N: Sorry it took so long to update! My server was messed up so I couldn't load any documents, etc…so I hope you all enjoyed this chapter and I hope my next one won't take as long to update!