Hey everyone thanks for the comments and support! I really appreciate them. Here is chapter four. I will get chapter five up before I go to work and then get chapter six up tonight. Thanks again!

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Chapter 4

Dean wiped beads of perspiration off his forehead and leaned heavily against his shovel. He was completely worn out and he wasn't even half way to Mandy's coffin yet. Dean closed his eyes and willed his racing heart and heavy breathing to return to normal.

After a few moments of rest he began the task at hand again. He shoved the shovel as hard into the ground as he could and threw the full load over his shoulder towards the small pile he already had on the side of the hole.

Dean continued to dig letting the pounding of his own heart and the sound of his own labored breathing fill his ears. His arm muscles screamed in protest after he lifted another heavy load of dirt and tossed it over his shoulder. Dean paused again wiping his forehead against his arm making the dirt stick to his wet face.

He was about to start again when he noticed that the air around him was quiet…too quiet. Dean strained his ears listening for noise, any noise. Nothing not even the chirping of crickets. Dean let out a breath he didn't even know he was holding and was surprised that he could see his own breath. 'It wasn't that cold ten minutes ago.'

Dean felt a sudden chill and pulled his jacket tighter around his body. A familiar ring pierced the silence of the night making Dean jump. "Get a grip Dean!" He muttered to himself and struggled to get out of the hole. He clawed at the top of the hole and started to drag himself out when he hit his sore stomach against a sharp rock and fell back into the hole, clutching himself in pain.

His cell phone stopped ringing and silence once again filled the air for a whole minute before his phone started ringing again. "Damn it Sam." Dean gasped and once again struggled to his feet and managed to successfully pull himself out of the hole.

He didn't bother to grab his cell phone though; he was too distracted by the spirit of a young woman watching him from a nearby tombstone. Her eyes were black and empty but Dean could feel the hate penetrating from her form to his body. He swallowed and backed up a couple steps.

The girl seemed to sense his hesitation and made her way towards him a small smile creeping across her lips. She reached her hand out towards him as if she wanted him to hold her hand. "Want to play with me?"

"Sorry I don't have time to play my little brother's coming and he'll be jealous." Dean said taking another step back and found himself on the edge of the freshly dug hole. His gaze never leaving the spirits.

The girl didn't seem too pleased with his answer and rushed towards him until she was only an inch away from his face. "I want you to play with me." She let her hand brush against Dean's face and he shuddered, as the cold chill seemed to touch him all the way to his bones.

"Play with me!" The girl went to grab at Dean but he took another step back forgetting exactly where he was standing. He toppled backwards into the grave and fell hard on his back completely winded. He opened his eyes and saw the girl looking down at him smiling.

"Dean!" Sam's voice sounded so distant and full of panic.

"Sam!" Dean closed his eyes against the spirit's cold eyes and tried to scream his brother's name, it only came out a hoarse whisper. He took a deep breath and almost choked the air around him was so cold it felt like he was trying to breathe in ice. He opened his eyes and tried to inch back when he saw the cold dark eyes directly over his.

"Don't worry this won't hurt for too long." The spirit inched her hands down Dean's body and found his aching stomach. She slashed quickly across it ripping open a long tear spilling precious blood onto Dean's soiled clothes and dirt surrounding him.

"Sam!" This time Dean was able to get his voice to cooperate and it echoed into the empty night as the spirit disappeared.

"Dean!" Sam could feel his leg muscles screaming for oxygen as he pushed them on. He pushed Dean's speed dial again knowing that his brother wouldn't answer. He had been calling for the last five minutes in a row and each time got his brother's voice mail. It was the shrill ring that echoed through the night announcing that he was close to his brother's position. He let the ringing lead him to where he knew his brother should be.

"Hey this is Dean."

Sam clicked his phone shut and opened it immediately and once again pushed his brother's speed dial. "Dean!"

"Sam!"

Sam stopped his brother sounded pretty close. He listened to the shrill ring about twenty feet to his right and he ran until he reached the open grave and his brother's burning supplies.

"Dean! Where are you?"

"Down here!" Dean's voice echoed up from the open hole and Sam stepped cautiously up to it. Dean was struggling to his knees holding a hand to his abdomen while he looked to the top of the open grave.

"Dean you ok?" Sam couldn't help but worry as his brother struggled slowly into an upright position. Sam eased himself down so that he was standing next to his brother. "Did you hurt your stomach again?"

"No the bitch Mandy did!" Dean spat bitterly and looking at his now blood covered hand. "We should get back to the motel."

"Ok." Sam said watching as Dean tried to pull himself out of the hole. "Do you need help Dean?"

"No!"

Sam waited until Dean had clawed his way out of the hole before following him. "I'll come back and finish off Mandy after we get you cleaned up."

"Whatever I'm fine." Dean said picking up his tools only to have them snatched away by Sam.

"Get your cell and get to the impala dumb ass. Keep your wound covered as best you can the less blood you loose the better."

Dean glared at him but didn't say anything as he pocketed his cell phone and made his way slowly back to the impala. He settled into the passenger seat and let his head rest against the window.

Sam threw the shovel and burning supplies into the trunk before pulling out their first aid kit. He opened the passenger door and shoved Dean's limp form against the back of the seat so he could clean Dean's wound up as much as possible.

Dean didn't protest as Sam lifted his t-shirt and began to mop away the fresh blood. "It doesn't look too deep or too long. That's a good thing you won't even need stitches."

"Well that's a relief as much as I love your girly stitch work it hurts like hell when you're done." Dean smiled and let out a soft chuckle and closed his eyes.

"Shut up smarty." Sam said handing Dean a small washcloth. "Hold this to your wound." Dean complied and Sam took the first aid kit back to the trunk. He hurried around to the driver's side of the impala and climbed in. He started the impala with a roar and tore off to the motel.

"Ouch! Easy there Sasquatch." Dean grumbled as Sam applied pressure to Dean's stomach.

"Sorry I have to stop the bleeding Dean." Sam said keeping his pressure steady.

"Well you're sure no Florence Nightingale that's for sure." Dean said smiling lightly.

"Dean what happened?"

"Nothing just caught off guard by the spirit she was sitting on a tombstone nearby." Dean said shrugging his shoulders.

"Mandy's spirit?" Sam said looking up at Dean and raising his eyebrows.

"I'd assume so she was pretty pissed off that I was digging up her grave." Dean said pushing Sam off of him tired of his brother hovering over him.

"Dean!" Sam said angrily and making his way back to Dean but Dean stopped him by standing up.

"Don't treat me like a little kid Sam I can clean up a scratch by myself!" Dean shot back. "I'm so sick of you hovering over me like I'm two. I mean you're following me into the bathroom for crying out loud. What can't a guy even pee in peace? I hate to break it to you but I've been able to do that by myself before you were born! Stop playing the mother hen already!"

"I'm just trying to help you Dean." Sam said his anger boiling over and feeling as if his whole head was going to explode from the pressure of it all.

"I don't need your help! I don't need a babysitter and I sure as hell don't need you to protect me! So why don't you just back off!" Dean regretted these words as soon as they came out when he saw Sam's face crumple.

"Sorry didn't know I was such a big pain in your ass. Although this is what I've put up with all my life! You're right you don't need my help!" Sam grabbed his jacket off the bed.

"Where the hell do you think you're going?" Dean asked watching as Sam stormed to the door.

"For a walk! I'll be back later." He turned to look at Dean his blood boiling in anger. "Maybe, if I feel like it!" He left slamming the door behind him not bothering to care about the stunned look on his brother's face.