A/N: We have come to the end of our journey my dear readers and I hope you have enjoyed the ride. It has been so much fun creating the new character for this series and developing Storm's character. I hope you will join me for another Storm story in the near future. Thank you to all who have read my stories and have left me reviews. I write for my readers and hope I have been able to make you laugh and make you cry. I do like to know your thoughts, please review/comment. Enjoy…. NC

Chapter 16

It was early the next morning when the two hunters and their girlfriends made their way back into the Broadway Cemetery to try and find the little boy's spirit. Sam was carrying a bag with things they might need while Dean led the way. There were very few people out this time of the morning, but they kept a close eye out for anyone that might stop them or pose a threat.

"I looked up the Pearson family and they were a rich family back then when the town was settled. The mausoleum is in the older part of the cemetery, so we need to head right," Sam told them as they entered the grounds once again.

"Okay, these things are usually found in the middle of the cemetery," Dean offered. "I can see some roofs over that way. Let's head toward them."

The four visitors moved quietly through the hallowed ground where bodies were laid in their final resting place. They were respectful of the dead and made sure not to tromp across the graves. It didn't take them long to find the mausoleums scattered among the tombstones.

"You guys check the ones over there and we'll look at the ones on this side," Dean instructed. "Call out if you find it."

They split up and walked toward the structures, getting close enough to read the names chiseled above the doors. Ten minutes later, Sam looked the way Dean and Storm had gone when a shrill whistle got his attention.

"Dean has found it," Sam told Breeze as he grabbed her hand and led her toward the sound. They walked quickly and found Dean and Storm standing outside a large building with Pearson carved in large letters along the front of it.

"Sammy," Dean said. "Want to do the honors."

Sam when to the door without speaking and squatted, letting the pack slip from his shoulder to the ground. He opened it and pulled out his tools to pick the lock. Dean stood guard, looking around to see if anyone was nearby. It didn't take Sam long to get the door opened. He stood and gave a gentle push and it opened wider with a loud screech that made chills run up all their backs.

"That's not creepy at all," Storm commented as she stretched her neck to try and see into the darkness of the crypt.

"You girls wait out here," Dean told them.

"Not on your life," Storm answered in a stern voice. "We've come this far, I'm seeing this through."

"What she said," Breeze added, with a determined look on her face too. "You're not shuffling us to the side, no way."

"At least stay behind us," Dean grumbled taking out a flashlight and shining it down the steps before slowly stepping into the darkness. He made his way down the stone steps, brushing cobwebs out of the way as he went. The air was dank and stale smelling, like a cellar or basement that had been closed for a long time. He stepped into a large open area that was coated in dusk and hung with more cobwebs. He let his light roam around the room and saw the stone markers lining the walls for entombment.

"I hate spiders," Breeze grimaced smacking at a long web that blew back and forth from the slight whisps of air that followed them inside. She ducked and looked around expecting a spider to jump out at her.

"Damn, there's a lot of markers in here," Dean noted slowly panning the room with his light. "Okay, start looking for Grace Parson's marker," he instructed.

"Got it," Storm replied as she stepped to one wall and started reading the names on the outside of the stone markers. She let her light shine on each marker long enough to see the name and dates before moving to the next.

Sam pulled a camping light from his pack and turned it on, casting the room in shadows. He pulled out a large screwdriver and small crowbar to use once they found the right marker. He had the ingredients they would need to summon Matthew if he couldn't come to them.

"How do we let Matthew know we're here?" Breeze asked Sam as she watched him closely.

"We call him," Sam said standing up. "Matthew, can you hear me? We're back and think we can help you. Can you come to us? We're in the mausoleum where you and your family are entombed."

"Found it," Storm called to Dean from across the room. She was partway down the wall and shining her light at chest level on a marker with the name of Grace Pearson on it, Beloved Wife and Mother.

"Good work Stormy," Dean praised her as he joined her. He ran his hand over where the two pieces of stone met and turned to look at Sam. "Screwdriver Sammy," Dean ordered like a surgeon holding his hand out.

Sam slapped the screwdriver into the palm of his hand as he continued to look around for Matthew. He hoped that the spirit of the child would find them and appear.

"Matthew?" Breeze questioned when the air near her started to shimmer, and the temperature dropped considerably in the room. She waited, holding her breath, until the shadowy shape of the small boy began to fade in and out until it became corporal. "There you are sweetie," she cooed to him, slowly raising her hand to cup his cold face. Breeze smiled up at Sam when Matthew stepped into her arms and let her hug him.

"Sammy, little help here," Dean told him as he finished removing the last screw from the stone marker. He took the small crowbar and wedged it into crack trying to loosen it to remove it.

"Hold on," Sam fussed moving to his side and positioning his hands to help remove the stone.

Dean worked on getting the stone out and they eased it to the floor out of the way. Inside the opening was a casket that sat undisturbed for years. Being careful, the brothers pulled it out and sat it on the floor where they could open it.

"What is that?" Matthew asked as he watched the brothers preform their task.

"That is your Mama's casket little one," Storm told him. "She was so grief stricken when you died that she couldn't let you go. A massive storm hit this area and sadly your mother went out in it and was lost. Your father buried an empty casket except for a doll that your mother loved. She used your hair for the doll's hair so she would have something of you close to her."

Sam unlocked the casket and lifted the lid to reveal the body of the baby as it rested on a silk pillow that was yellowed and crumbling away. The baby at first glance almost looked like a real, living child and had Breeze and Storm gasping in surprise.

"Okay, that's what we're looking for," Dean told them. He picked up the baby and laid in on the floor of the crypt.

"Matthew, when we burn this, it should release you and you can move on," Sam told him. "Don't be afraid, there should be someone there to guide you, go with them and they will take you to a better place."

"Okay," Matthew whispered. He stood in the middle of the room by himself and watched.

Dean took out the lighter fluid and doused the baby and then lit a match to drop on it. He watched as the small form quickly caught fire and flames shot upward toward the ceiling. They all looked to Matthew who started to glow brightly, making the others shield their eyes for a moment. When they were able to see again, they saw that the small boy was gone.

"Wow," Breeze stated as she looked around the room.

"Okay, now that that is taken care of, let's put this casket back," Dean grunted looking at the pile of ash on the floor.

Sam closed the casket and locked it so they could pick it up and replace it in the opening. They lifted the marker and positioned it with Sam holding it in place while Dean got the screws started to seal it again. Once that was done, they packed their tools and camping light and stepped back into the warming sunlight.

"Will Matthew be okay?" Storm asked Dean as they headed back for the entrance.

"He will, there are reapers that ferry souls to Heaven. Hopefully, his family will be waiting on him."

"That's good to know. It felt good helping the child."

"Yeah, it did. Now we can get back to our vacation," Dean told her wrapping an arm around her waist and holding her to him.

"That was amazing," Breeze commented walking hand and hand with Sam. "I know this was probably a simple case, but still, I saw a real honest to god ghost."

"Yeah, this was one of the simplest ones we've done," Sam told her. "I'm glad it was that way for your sake."

"What are we doing today?" Dean asked.

"Lounging at the pool, maybe a walk on the beach. Tonight, we're doing the Pub Crawl and may be out late. I thought we could rest up for that."

"Now, that I am looking forward to," Dean nodded.

They headed back to the house to change and sun at the pool for a while and then they took a walk by the ocean and enjoyed the day. All of them were glowing from their time in the sun. They were enjoying their down time, not having to worry about cases or work or life.

The remainder of the week was spent doing all kinds of things on Galveston Island and they even took a day trip to Houston and checked out some of the sites and attractions. Sam and Breeze grew closer and were learning more about each other. They were inseparable, except when Storm and she took an afternoon to themselves and went shopping. The guys hung out at the pool and fixed their own lunch, waiting for their women to return.

Before they knew it, it was time to clean the house and prepare to leave to head back home. Storm and Breeze changed the sheets and did the laundry while Dean and Sam cleaned the beach chairs and umbrella and around the pool. They put the house back the way it was and packed the remaining food to take back with them.

Dean and Sam packed the car and after a final walk on the beach. They all piled into the Impala and picked up the main road off the island to drive north toward home. They were going to take turns driving like coming down so they wouldn't have to stop anywhere and spend the night. It would be late when they got to the bar, but Storm wouldn't have to open it back up for a few days.

The guys were going to stay at least a couple of days with Storm before heading out and Breeze at least one day before she needed to head home.

This vacation was what all of them needed and they all felt relaxed and recharged, and ready for their next adventure.

The End

I hope you will join me for another story called, 'A Dream Comes True'. I will be posting it soon. NC