Sam and Dean hadn't realized how big the cemetery was, they had split up and started combing the grounds. It had been an hour and they still weren't even close to half way. It was starting to get dark which meant that it would be harder to find a fresh dug grave. Dean was pissed, he had told her, he had offered to keep her safe but no, that girl refused. Dean pictured her in his mind saying I am an independent woman, I don't need your help thank you. And don't call me sweetheart. Yah that pretty much summed this girl up.

Yet for some reason Dean couldn't get her out of his mind. Why was he so worried about her, why did he care so much about this girl he had just met not two days ago. He pushed the idea out of his head, he needed to focus, and nothing helped Dean focus like ganking a demon. He flipped on his flash light and started searching the grounds.

Twenty minutes later Dean called up Sam.

"Any luck?" he asked his younger brother.

"Nope, how 'bout you," Sam replied.

"Do you think I would be callin' you if I did," Dean retorted.

The boys discussed their whereabouts and decided to meet up in the middle to get a game plan going. They were sitting on some of the taller grave stones when Sam shushed Dean.

"Don't shush me," He said angrily.

"Dean shut it, I hear something," Sam retorted.

"I don't hear jack shit Sammy. Maybe you're just as crazy as I always thought you were," Dean said chuckling proud of his slam.

"You don't hear a girl screaming?" Sam asked Dean.

Dean stood silently for a moment, "Nope."

Sam started walking toward the sound, as it grew louder he took off in a sprint when he saw the mound of dirt. Dean followed close on his heels. Both boys dropped to the ground and started digging with their hands. About three feet down Dean felt a hand grasp his own.

"Sammy right here, she's here dig faster," Dean shouted.

Dean tried to get his hand free but the hand under the dirt refused to let go so he dug as fast as he could with his one hand. When the dirt was loose enough Dean started pulling the hand and it started to rise. With that though came a scream, Dean had then realized that the hand was sticking out of a wooden plank. Once again he tried to let the hand go but the person refused to let that happen.

When the dirt was off of the half of the box where the arm was sticking up Dean said, "I need you to let go so we can get this lid off."

The hand reluctantly let go, and Dean and Sam finished uncovering the box. Dean wasted no time tearing the lid off and then he reached down and grabbed the dirt covered girl and hoisted her up above ground. He laid back with her on top of him. He lifted her head and looked at her tear streaked face.

"It's okay now. I got you," and pulled her close and held her tight.