Supernatural Siblings

Chapter 3

Disclaimer: I don't own supernatural but I do own the idea of Amy, most of the episode ideas and any modifications I make to the actual TV episodes.

Author's note: I'm soooooooooooo sorry that it took so long for me to post this chapter! And for the last time, I LOVE SUPERNATURAL… the only reason I'm changing the story line is because I have this great idea. I mean, come on! How cool would it be to be Sam and Dean's sister?

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About 2 hours later…

They had passed a sign that said welcome to Salem, Massachusetts 2 minutes ago. Now they could see the small, busy town. There were people running around with baskets of food and others were putting up decorations. The whole town looked as if a red, orange and yellow tidal wave had come through the town. There were witches that had crashed into trees, pumpkins and jack-o-lanterns, skeletons and Frankensteins, and lots of turkeys, cornucopias and fake leaves.

"Wow…these people sure do take fall seriously!" Amy stared around at some children that were playing outside in the park, helping to decorate the trees and benches. "First we should find some where to stay. Then we should go to the museum because it seems to me that the amulet is the cause of the deaths."

"You catch on pretty quickly to how we do things around here don't you Aimers?" Dean was also looking at the townsfolk.

"And you forget that I used to go hunting with you guys all of the time when I was younger." Amy just rolled her eyes and stared out of the window again.

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They stopped outside of Sal's Salem Inn. Dean and Sam unloaded their truck and Amy went inside to the front desk. "Excuse me…is anyone here?" Amy looked around, but there was no one in the lobby to help her. "Excuse me. Is anybody here?" She rang the bell on the front desk until a woman in her early 20's came out of the door behind the desk.

"Sorry mam. Would you like a room for the night?" She asked politely.

"Um actually for more than one night but we don't know how long we're staying for."

"Oh that's alright, we charge by night anyway. Just pay every morning." Amy looked at the rack of keys and noticed that there weren't a lot missing.

"So business is slow this time of year."

"Oh not usually, but because of all the murders and such." She said as she hesitantly handed two identical room keys to Amy.

"Oh it's Ok." Amy knew that the lady was scared that she wouldn't stay. "I knew about the murders. That's actually why my fellow news reporters and me are here. Have there been other things happening too?" Amy was putting on the reporter act now. 'Yes, Someone who can give us some info and hopefully a lead to what's been happening!' Amy took out the pencil and the pad of paper that she always kept in her pocket.

"Well, there have been quite a few other disappearances in which the authorities never found the bodies, and lately there have been wolves surrounding the village at night, howling at the moon. We've never had problems with the animals in the forest before." The lady seemed a bit scared "and they say it's all the fault of the amulet that the archeologists brought back from the old Grizwalda place which is said to be cursed with Ana-Maria's spirit." The lady was leaning against her desk and Amy was writing down some info when Sam and Dean came through the double doors of the hotel with the luggage.

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"So she mentioned a cursed house, wolves in the forest near the village and more disappearances. Sounds to me like we've got ourselves an angry spirit on our hands." Dean leaned back on the couch while flipping through the channels on the T.V. and Sam was on the computer.

"And she also mentioned an Ana-Maria Grizwalda… she said that people believe that her spirit still haunts the place. Hey! Now would be a good time to go check out the Witchcraft museum. Let's go." Amy energetically got up from the bed and Dean sluggishly got up from the couch and turned off the T.V. "I don't think that we need any weapons right now." Sam closed the screen of the laptop and walked towards his siblings at the door. "So let's go!"