STEPHANIE'S POV
The ghost gestured to the wall besides me, pointing madly, as he groaned my name. Dean nodded, and walked over, pressing against the rock face. There was a small lunch tin, tucked away inside a crevice. He pulled it out, passing it to me.
"Prrrttteccctt…" He tried to get out, nodding at Dean. I dare say, this wasn't what Dean expected his first 'meet the parents' to be like.
"Protect her? You have my word, sir." The ghost nodded at Dean's response. He walked towards me, putting a hand on my face before a light shone through him, and he disintegrated.
"He's moved on." Dean explained, putting an arm around me.
"He's in a better place now." He stopped and looked down.
"What is that?"
I dusted the surface of the metal, my fingers brushing the engraving of my father's name. I opened it, as Dean held the flashlight, to reveal an antique flask, a locket and a few pages underneath. He latched the necklace around my neck, before I pulled a few pages out.
There was a couple of photographs; my mother smiling and holding a baby, me, and a picture of me taking my first steps. Dean caught the tear as it rolled down my cheek, whispering,
"It's okay."