A Battle For Her Heart

Chap 17 "The Winchester Way"

Amethyst's POV
I walked into the living room to make sure the windows were locked. "Locked and secure," I sighed.
"Amethyst," Dean walked up to me. "We need to talk."
"No, Dean, we don't," I nodded as I put the blinds down and closed the curtains. I turned on the small lamp. "Right now, it's to keep everyone in the house safe."
"Amethyst, you know that's not what we need to talk about," Dean sighed.
"You're right," I turned to look at him. I crossed my arms after I put my gun on the table. "All of these years, you've lied to me. That's the only reason you were there for me. It's because I was your half sister." I nodded. "I thought you cared all these years because I was like family to you, because we grew up together, but that wasn't the reason at all. It was because you knew I was your sister. I can't believe you kept that from me." Morgan, JJ, Sam, and Reid walked in. "I'm glad you guys made it over safely."
"What are friends for?" JJ smiled.
"Henry and Will alright?" I asked.
"At the Bureau in my office," JJ nodded. "They're doing fine."
"Okay," I smiled. We just sat in the dark, in silence. Night fell and it was about seven forty five. "Morgan, where is this danger you speak of?"
"We sat here doing nothing and I'm starting to get bored," Dean sighed as he opened the bag Sam brought in. "You got beer?"
"No," I nodded. "I don't drink. Maybe Patrick will give you a bottle. He has some in the fridge."
"Help yourself," Patrick nodded. Dean went to the kitchen to get a beer. He came back and sat down. "So, what exactly are we waiting for?" At that moment the lamp I had turned on started to flicker. My brothers, my mom, and I quickly stood up. "What's going on?"
"Well, something's here," I nodded.
"Why did it get cold all of a sudden?" JJ asked.
"Amethyst," Dean stated and he threw me a shotgun. "Mom, salt the room." Dean handed Sam an iron pole. "Quickly Mom."
"I'm going as fast as I can," Mom stated. Dean got out another shotgun. "Do you got another can in there so someone can start on the other side?"
"Here," Dean handed Patrick a canister. "Salt edges of the room." Patrick started to. "Okay, you got this Amethyst?"
"Yeah," I nodded. The ghost appeared in front of me and took my gun from me. "Sam!" Sam swung at the ghost and the ghost disappeared. I got the gun back and nodded. "This can't be happening."
"Wanna tell me why a ghost is here?" Dean asked. "Or how you knew something was going to happen?"
"I don't know," I responded. "I bought this house and I was perfectly fine until today."
"Is there something significant about today?" Sam asked. Mom and Patrick finished salting the room. Sam got out his phone and checked. "Well, welcome to where a lady, Brenda Hails, died in that corner right over there today, fifty years ago."
"That's great," I nodded. "Really great! Where is she buried? We need to go salt and burn her bones."
"Are you really up for that, Amethyst?" Dean asked.
"I am a Winchester," I nodded.
"She's technically right," Sam shrugged.
"What's the location, Sammy?" Dean asked.
"The cemetery, fifteen minutes from here," Sam replied.
"Let's go," I nodded. Dean grabbed the bag and took a step out of the salted roomo first. The ghost appeared in front of him and threw him back in the salt circle. "You got a shotgun, Dean. Use it."
"Yeah," Dean nodded. "Easy for you to say."
"Here, Sam," I sighed. I handed my shotgun to Sam and got the pole. "If I can get both of us out of here, I don't know what your excuse is. You're my brother and been in this longer than I have." I took a step out of the salted room and she appeared in front of me. I swung at her and she disappeared. I ran to the front door and opened it. "Dean, let's go!" Dean walked out of the salted room. "There we go."
"Amethyst, get down!" Dean exclaimed as he raised the shotgun. I did and he shot. He ran over to me and helped me up. "You good?"
"I'm fine," I nodded. "We'll be back guys. Sam, you and Mom take care of them." We walked over to the black 1967 Chevy Impala. "I remember this car."
"Mom did too," Dean smiled. We got inside and Dean started driving. We got to the cemetery. Dean grabbed a couple tools from the trunk and a bag. "Come on, Let's go."
We started walking around. "You know, I want to catch up with you guys but I never thought that creeping around in a cemetery with my older brother would be on my list," I nodded.
"Here it is," Dean sighed as he shined the flashlight on the tombstone. "You wanna do the digging or --" I crossed my arms and looked at Dean. "Yeah, I'll dig."
"Good choice," I smiled. Dean started digging. I sat down and kept the light on the grave. After a good two hours, we got the grave dug up. I got the salt out of the bag. "Ready?"
"Help me out here," Dean sighed. I grabbed his hand and helped him out of the grave. I poured salt on the bones. Dean lit it up. "Let's get out of here."
"Yeah, this place is started to give me the creeps," I sighed. "I hate graveyards but I'm an FBI agent. I don't know how this is, Dean. Just don't question it." We got into the car and drove back home. "We're good guys. Let's get this place cleaned up."
"I'll clean, you go get cleaned up and sleep," Patrick nodded.
"Okay," I smiled. "Just keep it down while I sleep."