Unfortunate Souls

by Owl At The End

Collections of one shots ranging from family to angst. Snippets of the Winchester brother's lives, whether they're enjoyable or events they'd rather soon forget. Trigger warnings within each chapter.

1. Bones

AN Just throwing out some oneshots that I've written from my tumblr. Figured I should put them somewhere. :)

1: Bones

The splintering of wood sounded loud to Dean even with the dirt walls of the grave absorbing the sound. Running a hand across his forehead, not caring or noticing the smear of mud that was left behind, Dean stepped back to examine his work.

"You alright down there?" He heard Sam call down into the hole.

Dean scoffed, "Yeah, no thanks to you, princess. Too afraid to get your hands dirty? How about next time you get your ass down here and help me."

"I did help," Sam supplied, and Dean could hear him digging around in the duffel for the lighter fluid. Throwing the shovel up after caving the rest of the casket in, Dean hauled himself up and out of the grave. As Dean went to push himself out, he cursed when he realized he was about to fall into a bed of bones and broken wood as his hand slipped on the mud and lost purchase.

"Here, I gotchya." Sam said quickly and grabbed Dean's bicep, canister of lighter fluid temporarily forgotten. He pulled Dean up the rest of the way and smirked as his brother shrugged off his hand.

"Whatever, just light that son of a bitch up."

Sam happily obliged, dousing the bones in lighter fluid and flicking on Dean's lighter, taking a slight step back as the flames rose up and hungrily ate away at the lighter fluid.

"Good work today, Sammy." Dean said cheerily, giving his brother a firm pat on the shoulder and successfully smearing mud across a good portion of his flannel.

"Aw, dude." Sam jumped away from Dean, trying to brush off the mud, "You're disgusting."

Dean smirked as he pushed the shovels into Sam's arms, causing the younger to stumble slightly, "Oh please." He wiped the back of his hand across his cheek, managing to smudge the dirt further. His eyes were lit up with the undulating flames of the fire that crackled and popped down in the grave, "You like it." And he picked up the duffel and began to make his way back to the Impala, leaving Sam to fill the grave after the flames died down.