The brothers stepped out into the daylight, and walked over to the car. Dean opened the trunk. “I got this idea from Ghostbusters."

Sam snorted a laugh in disbelief. "You got an idea from a movie?"

Dean frowned, as he reached into the trunk. "Yeah, if more people thought like me then I could materialize like they do in Star Trek instead of having to take a plane."

"More people like you . . . that’s just scary." Sam shook his head.

Dean found what he was looking for and pulled out a shoe box. Taking off the lid, Sam peaked inside to see that it was still wrapped up in cotton material. Dean pulled back the cloth and Sam could see long, natural crystals.

“Crystals?”

“Not just any crystals.” Dean pressed on. “There are five of these, all the same height and length, each with five sides. They are like the proton thing in Ghostbusters. We lay them in a circle on the floor, get the nasty Caspers to get in the center and they are trapped. . .”

“And then what?” Sam said as Dean gave him a duffle bag of weapons. Dean didn’t answer, instead he walked back to the house, leaving Sam to follow.

“Grab some smudge sticks; just don’t put them in the family room-that’s where we want the Embertos to end up.”

Sam grabbed a handful of the wrapped, dry sage bundles. He headed to the rooms opposite the family room, while Dean set up the crystals in the family room and then quickly went upstairs. Sam lit one of the sticks and blew on it until it started to smoke, then laid it in a corner. He repeated this until the rooms were smoky, and filled with the pungency of sage.

He retreated to the family room, as Dean came down the stairs. “Emberto family come on down, and be the next contestant on the Price is Right!”

The house was filled with the strong smell of sage, and the smoke streamed into the family room, watering Sam’s eyes. Dean just narrowed his eyes, and looked at the opening to the room. “They’re heeere,” he announced in the sing-song voice.

The smoke brought a distinct shape to the three spirits. Sam could deduce each of the characters-the shorter wispy figure was the son, Matteo; the thinner energy was the mother, Julia; and the more domineering figure was the father, Edmund. Sam brought his sawed off shotgun to his shoulder, readying himself for a possible attack. He noticed his brother stood on the side of the room with the rifle slack by his side.

A humming noise enveloped the ghosts. Dean spoke loudly over the din. “They are attracted to the center crystal-like moths to a porch light.”

Sam nodded, and watched the scene unfold. The three ghosts congregated to the center crystal, and hovered above it in wonderment. Sam was amazed, and drawn in by the deathly beauty of the ethereal figures. Granted, he knew how dangerous and vicious ghosts were, but seeing them floating and glowing in a soft indigo affected him.

“Sam!” Dean yelled out. He was positioned over a crystal. “The idea is for every point there is a counter point. I bring in one crystal—you bring in the other and the fifth one stays in the center.”

The younger Winchester comprehended, and placed his hand on the crystal opposite Dean. It zinged in his hand. He stepped forward, but it was like walking in a hurricane. Even though Sam knew this was an urgent situation, he was limited by the physical force the Emberto family was emitting. They resisted, because they were facing being trapped together in the suffocating depths of eternity.

Once the two crystals were moved, Sam and Dean struggled to reach the other two crystals. The wind in the room picked up its velocity, whipping the furniture into frenzy. “Dean!” Sam yelled out as a high back chair veered in his brother’s direction. Dean dropped to the floor. The chair sailed by, hitting and breaking the window.

Dean smiled in gratitude. “You ready?”

Sam gave his brother the thumbs up. Both of them braced themselves against the attack, more determined to complete the task and their obligation.

The ghosts began shrieking, tempting both brothers to cover their ears in pain. They persevered, bending down to brace themselves against the brutality of the maelstrom they had stepped into. With effort, they brought the two crystals to the center.

A beam of light shot up to the ceiling, widening to encompass the Emberto spirits. The frenetic energy closed around them, then narrowed again until it was absorbed by the center crystal.

“That was awesome.” Sam said. He’d forgotten the rush of adrenaline he used to feel after a successful, injury-free hunt. He stared at his brother, who was crouched down by the crystals. “I’m proud of you,” he blurted.

Dean looked up, perplexed and caught off guard by his brother’s comment. “What?”

“Umm, I’m proud of you and don’t say anything - just accept it,” Sam replied sheepishly, scratching the back of his neck in discomfort.

Dean nodded, and accepted the compliment. “We’ve got to pack these crystals up, and then bury them.” He cleared his throat. “You did good.”

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