The guy's lawyer had come through with the information they needed and Deacon made sure they got out of there, fast. There was no time to waste; the alarms were sounding before they even got off the property. Dean trailed through the woods until he found the cemetery they were looking for and screeched to a halt. Time to burn some bones.
At the cemetery, it didn't take long to find the grave. They had to dig double time, surely the Feds had already questioned their lawyer and they may be on their way. The dirt was easy to get through. Dean cracked the coffin open and pulled out of the grave. Sam poured the salt, kerosene and dropped the match.
He stared into the flame. "This is bad man."
Dean nodded. "We gotta go deep this time."
"Deep? We should go to Peru."
"Damn, I'm not ready to go that deep." He brushed his pants off and tossed the shovel into the trunk. "Let's get the hell out of here."
Kayla was easy to find, too easy. Maybe it was just because he knew her; he'd have to give her a lesson on better aliases just in case.
Sam motioned towards the motel room door. "Dude, we gotta go. Now."
"Can't I just have an hour? Half an hour."
"Dean."
"Right." He grimaced. "Buzz kill." He knew Sam was right, they had to put this city into their rearview mirrors and fast.
Dean knocked on the door and didn't get an answer. He picked the lock and pushed the door open, in the moonlight he could see her sleeping on the bed. He quietly and walked over and kissed her, which brought her into consciousness just enough to kiss him back out of habit. Her eyes fluttered open and she smiled.
"Dean."
"Hey."
She pulled him down into another kiss, which he gladly returned until he heard the horn honk outside. He sighed quietly.
"The Feds are on us, we gotta go babe right now. Is your stuff together?"
Kayla nodded and yawned as she sat up. "Everything's in my bag." She leaned over and put her shoes on.
He glanced around and grabbed her bag off the chair, pulling it over his shoulder. They went out to the car and Sam was reversing out of the motel before they even got the doors shut.
"Hey Sam. Nice to see you without a glass wall."
"Yeah, no kidding."
"And you're not going to let Dean do anything this stupid ever again, right?"
"No question."
Dean stretched out in his seat. "Hell I'll even agree to that."
