AN: Here's another quick little story for y'all! Enjoy!
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing of Supernatural.
Dean grunts as he throws a particularly heavy shovel of dirt into the pile above him. Sam was standing nearby with a shotgun at the ready. They were digging up Thomas James' grave in order to salt and burn his bones. He had been killing young men causing them to slowly cough their insides out basically. Dean hits something hard, a thud echoing around him. Quickly, Dean clears off the coffin and opens it up, wrinkling his nose at the half-decayed corpse. Dean tosses the shovel onto the ground above him and expertly jumps out of the hole. He grabs the lighter fluid and hands it to Sam who has set the shotgun down. Sam begins pouring the fluid on the corpse while Dean opens the salt can and pours it's contents into the coffin as well. After they set their containers down, Dean strikes a match and drops it into the hole, the body catching aflame. Dean and Sam cover their mouths and noses with their sleeves, waiting for the fire to end.
"Wonder why the bastard didn't show," Dean's muffled voice sounds as he glances around them.
"I hope he wasn't taking another victim," Sam replies as he looks over at Dean and the two of them share a look.
Once the fire burned out and the hole refilled, the two Winchesters head back to the Impala. The police scanner comes to life, informing that a murder had indeed happened. Dean and Sam sigh and lean back in their seats.
"At least this will be the last one," Sam offers but it's half-hearted. Dean nods his head, his lips pursed. Without either of the hunters saying anything else, Dean starts up the Impala and drives off.
SNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSN
Dean walks into the dining room of the Men of Letters bunker with a small bag slung over his shoulder. Sam's sitting at the table with his laptop opened in front of him. He looks when Dean enters the room, seeing the bag and the Impala's keys in Dean's hand.
"You heading out?" Sam asks as he leans back in his chair.
"Yeah. If I leave now I can pick that stuff up from Garth and get back by tonight," Dean says with a nod of his head.
"All right, I'll see you later tonight then," Sam replies as he turns back to his computer. Dean nods his head and claps a hand on Sam's shoulder as he walks by his younger brother.
SNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSN
Sam sighs and leans back in his chair and runs a hand through his hair. Suddenly, a sharp pain stabs into his stomach and causes him to bend over and let out a groan. Sam takes a couple deep breaths and, when the pain subsides a little, he stands up to go into the kitchen. He had been busy with his research so he hadn't eaten all day; he assumes this is the reason for the stomach pain. Taking another couple deep breaths, Sam makes his way towards the kitchen. He doesn't make it far when the next round of stabbing pain strikes. This time it's twice as painful. Sam doubles over and an arm wraps around his stomach and a hand holds onto the table to keep his self from falling. He tries to wait it out but this time it doesn't stop. The pain increases and Sam groans. His body tenses and the knuckles turn white on the hand gripping the table. Another groan escapes Sam as the pain increases yet again and his grip on the table disappears. He falls to the floor on his knees and his free hand braces on the floor.
I take it back. This definitely isn't hunger pains, Sam thinks as he groans in pain again. Breathing through the pain, Sam pulls out his phone and scrolls down to Dean's name. Before he can hit send though, the battery drains on his phone and shuts off.
'The hell? Sam thinks and then groans from the increase in pain again. Sam falls forward and rests his forehead on the floor in front of him. He feels something dripping down his nose and he lifts his head. Sam rubs his free hand on his upper lip. Sam looks down and sees blood on his finger. He grimaces and then a shout escapes him as the pain hits him tenfold. His shout is cut off as a cough wracks his body. Sam moans, his eyes scrunched in pain. He opens his eyes and it takes a moment for them to focus. When they do, his eyes widen and sees the spots of blood sprayed in front of him.
Crap, thinks Sam as the panic sets in. Come on Dean! Another cough jerks his body and blood sprays the floor in front of Sam once again. Somewhere off in the distance, Sam hears a door slam shut. There's a few moments before a voice is heard shouting.
"Hey Sammy! I think this stuff Garth gave us will come in handy!" Dean shouts as he walks down the stairs and through the entryway. As he enters the dining room, he instantly comes to a stop, his heart beating rapidly. Sam looks up and his eyes barely focus on the form of his brother. Blood is coming from Sam's nose and splayed across his chin from when he had coughed.
"Dean, I think something is really wrong," Sam forces out in a strained voice. He coughs and blood trickles from his mouth.
"Sammy!" Dean shouts and rushes to his little brother's side. Dean holds him up and tries to check him over. Panic rises inside Dean when he has no clue what is wrong with his younger brother. "What happened? What…"
"The case. Dean…the ghost," Sam forces out as he coughs again. He had been trying to put the pieces together but it had taken longer due to the overwhelming pain. Even still, he just figured it out. Dean's eyes wide; the job they just finished, this is exactly how the victims died. But they had salted and burned the bones. Unless he wasn't the one killing people. Dean forces a swallow and runs a hand through his hair and down his face.
"Okay, okay. Come on kiddo. We're going on a road trip," Dean says as he pulls Sam up and leads him towards the stairs. He'll come back for their stuff after he gets Sam settled in the Impala.
AN: Please review and give me some feedback!