Amie stood, her arms folded, looking at Sam.
"Think about it! They haven't hurt anyone guys. They want to communicate!" Amie said desperately. Kat screamed inside of the room, begging for someone to get her out. Sam looked down at Amie, then flicked his eyes at Dean, who looked sceptical.
Then Sam looked at the door and called, "Kat, it's not going to hurt you. Listen to me. You've got to face it, you've got to calm down."
"She's gotta what?" Dean shouted, looking at Sam, confused.
"The spirits, they're not trying to hurt us - they're trying to communicate," Amie supplied. Dean looked at her as if she was crazy.
Amie's heart raced and she swallowed, looking at the door with wide eyes. This had to work. It was all they had.
"Look at it. Come one, you can do it," Sam called to Kat, his heart beating just as hard as Amie's.
"I hope you're right about this," Dean said in a deep voice, looking at the door as well.
"Me too," Sam muttered. They stood outside in tense silence, unsure of what was going on inside the room.
The door clicked and Kat walked out, looking stunned. !One Thirty Seven," she said.
"What?"
"He whispered in my ear; 137." Sam looked at Dean and Amie, relieved, then checked the room for the ghost. He turned around and shook his head.
"Come on," Dean mumbled.
"Come on where?"
"Room 137, he wants us to go there," Dean answered, turning around and sweeping down the corridor. "Sam, get Kat and Gavin out of here. Me and Amie are going to find room 137."
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"Sam, put the gun down," Dean said, shifting in front of Amie.
"Is that an order?"
"Nah, more of a friendly request."
"'Cause I'm getting pretty tired of taking your orders," Sam said, pointing the gun at Dean's chest.
"Sam, stop it!" Amie cried from behind Dean. She stepped out from behind him and towards Sam. "This isn't you. Dr. Ellicott did something to you."
"Amie, stay out of this."
"She's right Sam, Dr Ellicott's messed with your brain."
"For once in your life, shut up Dean," Sam muttered.
"What you gonna do? Gun's filled with rock salt. It's not gonna kill me," Dean smiled, holding up his hands. Suddenly there was a loud bang and Amie ducked, as Dean flew backwards, propelled by the force of the shot.
"No but it will hurt like hell," Sam said calmly.
"Sam, stop!" Amie cried desperately, holding out her hands.
"Amie, this has nothing to do with you. In fact, none of this has anything to do with you! You're not part of my family."
"I may not be, but I'm your friend, and I'm Dean's girlfriend. Just let me burn Dr. Ellicott's bones, and you'll be back to normal."
"I am normal. I'm just telling the truth for the first time. Why are you even here? Because you're following Dean around, his little whore? Because you like the attention he gives you? Are you that desperate for someone to like you?"
"Sam, this isn't you."
"That's the difference between us. Dean wants me here to boss around, but at the end of the day I'm his brother. He only wants you here to fuck. That's it," He said, stepping towards Amie menacingly. Dean ran forward, blocking his path.
"Stop it Sam!" Let's find the bones."
"No! I'm sick of doing what you tell me to! We're no closer to finding Dad than we were six months ago."
"So what? You're gonna kill me?" Dean asked, staring at Sam. He lifted his gun and handed it to Sam. "Go on then, use this. Real bullets are gonna work a hell of a lot better than rock salt."
"No, Dean, no!" Amie screamed, trying to push the gun away from Sam, who took it and pointed it at Sam's face. Amie screamed for Sam to stop, she grabbed his arm and told Dean to run. Sam pushed her off him, so she stumbled back and fell over.
"You hate me that much, that you would kill your own brother? Then go ahead, do it," Dean said, staring boldly into Sam's face.
He pulled the trigger twice. Amie cried out, pressing a hand to her chest.
"Man, I'm not gonna give you a loaded pistol," Dean said angrily, then hit Sam round the face. He collapsed to the floor, then stared up at Dean. He struck him across the face again, and Sam fell onto the ground, unconscious. Dean patted him. "Sorry, Sammy."
He turned to look at Amie, who was sat, red faced on the floor. Her hair was messy, falling out of a hairband.
"You okay?" He asked. Amie nodded, shocked. She turned around to look for signs of the bones, and noticed something poking out of one of the cupboards. Amie furrowed her brow and moved onto her hands and knees, crawling over to the cupboard door.
Dean followed her, trying to distract himself from the view her position provided. He look at her for a second more, then dragged his eyes away to look at the door.
Amie opened the door, revealing a decaying, mummified body.
"Oh, that's gross," she muttered, pulling out some salt. "Soak it up," she said as she covered the corpse.
Amie covered the body in oil, just as the glowing hand of Dr. Ellicott grabbed Dean's face. She fumbled to get her lighter, as the ghost promised to "make it all better."
The bones and ghost went up in flames, just as Sam began to stir.
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Amie lay in bed with Dean, cuddled into his side. They were finally going to sleep after their long day, and she was exhausted. She closed her eyes as Dean drifted off too, his arm wrapped around her, resting on her hip.
Dean's phone rang from the ned of the bed.
"Dean?" Sam asked.
Amie tapped him but he still didn't wake, so Sam stood up and walked over to his phone, frowning.
"Hello," he said, looking at Amie, confused. She sat up a little as his expression changed.
"Dad," he breathed, sending chills down Amie's spine.