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I know I haven't updated this...well, forever! So I thought I would update it now, and try and update it as soon as I can!
I hope everyone still likes this story, and I am sorry it's taken so long for me to get around to it, but RL got in the way!
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'Come on Sam-it's this way!'
'How do you know? We could've past it and not known about it!
'Cos I can see the sign-it quite clearly says 'Greenfields Cemetery'
'...Ok...'
Sam trudged in front of his brother, Dean keeping one hand on his shoulder as he walked, making sure he didn't go off track anywhere.
'It's awful silent here...' Sam said, turning to face Dean as he said it, before snorting.
'Yeah thanks for that Sammy-don't forget your own screaming banshee bitch alert!' Dean muttered, poking him in the back. He was getting better at reading Sam's lips; he didn't have to repeat everything he said ten times over.
'Yeah I know-not that I'll know what direction they're coming from...'
'Oh just say you heard it, and I'll do the rest...' Dean said, before stopping Sam by putting weight on his shoulder.
'We're here' he said in a low voice.
'Right, let's just find this grave and get back to Bobby's, I don't like not being able to see what might eat me...' Sam said, walking forwards, his arms stretched out, a shovel in one hand.
'Relax, I wont let anything touch you' Dean said, patting Sam's back as he walked behind him.
They had actually been able to walk to the cemetery; Bobby had picked a nice local location, and by all accounts, all they had to do was smoke a skeleton-some other hunters had done the rest of the leg work. It was just a nice, easy job, not too hard...
'Where are we going then, or are we just gonna walk around a cemetery all night?' Sam muttered.
'Not far now, it's just down by a large tree over to your left, we'll have to walk in some long grass though, it's a bit overgrown...' Dean was getting used to describing everything to Sam now; it was kinda like explaining things to a kid, but with the added aspect that the kid can't see.
'Thanks...' Sam muttered, and he allowed himself to be moved by his brother as Dean gently steered him to the left.
As they walked, Sam became aware that the ground was slippery. His feet squelched in the slight covering of mud that had now presumably covered the soles of his boots.
'Dean...how far is it to the grave now?' he asked, turning slowly to face Dean.
'Not far Sammy...' Dean replied. He could see Sam slightly slipping as he walked, and guessed it couldn't be easy walking like he had his eyes closed.
All of a sudden, one of Sam's feet went from under him, and he careered backwards with a yell, his arms flailing.
Dean caught him and set him back on his feet, groaning as he felt one of his hands bend back as he held Sam steady.
'You ok?' he asked, brushing Sam down and placing both hands on his shoulder.
'No-this was a stupid idea...' Sam grumbled, but he continued walking anyway, slowly picking up his feet and making sure he walked slow enough not to fall over.
After a while Dean tapped him on the shoulder again to signal him to stop. 'Right, this is it Sam-we do this and we can go' he muttered, steering Sam to the side of the grave and putting one of his hands on the gravestone.
'You just listen out for any nasties, and I'll salt and burn this thing' he said, rubbing Sam's shoulder comfortingly.
'Ok, just hurry, please?' Sam nodded, giving the tree next to Dean a smile.
Dean hid an affectionate snort and gently took the shovel from Sam's other hand.
He walked over to the foot of the grave and began to dig, spooning the dirt out to the side, every now and then casting a look to Sam.
Sam looked up and listened. He could hear the sound of crickets chirruping in the grass, as well as the whispers of the wind floating through the trees, and the curious sound of a river bubbling down somewhere behind him. It all sounded quite peaceful to him, and he allowed himself a smile.
What he could also hear was the sound of Dean digging into that infernal grave, the dark sound making him wince and jump every time the shovel bit into hard mud.
After a while he heard the brittle sound of metal hitting wood.
'Right, got it!' he heard Dean yell out from the grave-pit.
'You want the salt and fuel?' he called down to him.
Silence.
Sam sighed. Dean wasn't looking at him, therefore he couldn't hear him.
'Damn it...' he muttered, before trying to think of a way to get to him. He slowly walked out from the grave-stone, making sure he kept a tight hold of the granite stone as he did.
'Dean...please look up...' he pleaded quietly, edging out even more, using just the toes of his boots to gauge the edge of pit.
'Sam...? SAM! What are you doing?' Dean yelped, jumping out of the grave-pit as Sam damn near fell in. He grabbed Sam by the chest and pulled him back.
He walked him back to the gravestone and slapped his hand back on the stone.
'That-is where you stay! Geez Sammy! What where you doing over there?' he asked, shaking his head, though Sam obviously couldn't see it.
'I asked you whether you wanted the salt and the fuel, and you didn't answer. I wasn't going far...' Sam realised he sounded like a petulant child, but he didn't care.
'I'm sorry Sammy, I should've looked up.' Dean cursed himself. He had almost got Sam hurt; he couldn't let that happen again.
'Let's do this and get out' he said. 'Can I have the salt and fuel please?' he added with a smile on his face.
Sam chuckled and nodded, reaching into his pocket and pulling out the tools.
'Right, won't be a sec' Dean said. 'Now you stay here, ok!' he chuckled, before jumping back down and looking at the skeleton in front of him.
He pored the salt over and then the fuel, before pulling his lighter out of his pocket and clicking it.
He threw it onto the skeleton and watched it go up in flames, noticing how weird if felt seeing it burn, but not actually hearing the crackling, or the whoosh as the body went up in flames.
It unnerved him, and he shuddered to get the feeling away.
He climbed back up and looked at Sam.
'I just gotta put the dirt back in then we can go' he said, putting a hand on his shoulder again to let him know he was there.
'That's ok, just do it quick; it's getting colder now...'
'Well we've got an open bonfire here if you wanna warm your hands?' Dean offered.
'No thank you...' Sam said stiffly, before smiling.
Tonight had been...interesting to say the least.
As soon as Dean had finished he started to guide Sam back, and as he did, Sam turned to face him once more.
'I don't think we should go on any more hunts or gigs while we're like this Dean-we could get killed!' Sam said seriously, before turning back.
'I agree Sammy' Dean nodded, not wanting to experience tonight again whilst they where like this either.
'At least we still have the prank war!' he muttered.
'I am so gonna whoop your ass tomorrow!'
Oh no, what are the boy's going to do next? Find out in the next chapter!
I hope you enjoyed this chapter, but don't worry-more humour and pranks are on the way!
Thank you for reading, and please review, I would love to know what you think! ^^
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