6 ft under 11
'Ryan Holdern, yes I can hold.' Deans eyes were darting to get some paper and a pen. He just stared as the lines was quiet.
'Why do you want the place of burial sir?'
Dean rolled his green eyes, 'He was my cousin and I just wanted to visit his grave. Get some closer after all these years.'
'Okay sir, the address is….'
Dean scribbled the address of burial and quickly said thanks you to the woman on the other line.
'Phew, like drawing blood from a stone. ' His eyes wee wide with amazement from the phone call he just had.
'Where are we going Dean?'
'Erm not much further, take your first left then carry on up until you see another turning and then turn right and then left. That will take us to the woods.'
'Woods?'
'Uh-huh, Ryan was buried in his backyard by his wife, she up and left but kept his body there I guess.' Dean looked at his watch. 1 hour. 1 hour to find Sammy.
He groaned as his wounds continued to sting and bleed. The box seemed to get smaller the longer he was in it. His head heavy from blood loss and the stale air still what he was breathing in and out. A beeping went off in the box with him, his hands shifting around to feel for what it might be. An alarm with 60 minuets on the screen. He had one hour left before he would die. Sam had been close to dying before, but this scared him. Lash time he DID die he saw Dean's face. This time, all he could see was the darkness; beckoning him forward. He could feel the air slowing down.
'Dean, get your ass here will you. I hope that vision thingy worked.' 1 hour. 60 minuets. That's all of whats left of Sam's life. He closed his eyes and thought of Jess. The nights when he would hold her close, they would kiss. Nothing too forward, just gently.
A fond memory which made him smile was one time they had decided to rent some films and make popcorn. They didn't watch the film; to busy having a popcorn fight and laughing. Jess went to run away into the bedroom but Sam caught up with her and held her close. He looked down into her eyes and smiled; knowing this was the woman he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. His hands were tight on her hips and he bent down and kissed her. He could feel the passion escape as his lips connected with hers. Without breaking away she nudged open the bedroom door, and they giggled. Slowly he laid her on the bed and kissed her belly button. She curled up with laughter as it tickled and watched as he took off his t-shirt. He started to get on the bed and felt her arms wrap around his neck. They kept on kissing and without any stopping or restarting, he lifted up her top; kissing his way up until he met her gaze. He rolled and she put her hands against his chest leaning down to kiss him more. With his hands he undone her trousers, and she did the same to him. It was magical and one of the best nights of his life. He held her gently, every care just going away. They lay in the bed, Jessica was asleep and he just watched her as the rain started to fall. Her delicate body were wrapped in the covers, he was quite warm, so they just covered his lower half. She turned onto his chest and placed her hand on top of him. She breathed softly, like a whisper. He was her protector, and she was his love.
The memory had faded and Sam was silently crying in the box. He knew he would never feel like that again and it tore him to pieces.
30 minuets left. Bobby had stopped the car and both of them rushed out towards to woods.
'Lets split up.' Dean pointed for Bobby to go east and he carried on west.
It was dark in the woods, the canopy of the trees blocking the sunlight. Frantically he was looking for any house or mound of dirt. Literally anything to hep him find Sam. Glancing he saw a little hut and started to run, shouting for Bobby as he did. There it was, the little cabin it turned out to be, not a hut. Dean breathed a sigh of relief and was just about to look around the grounds for and upturned dirt when he heard something. Reaching for his gun he listened again. What was that noise. Then he realised; it was crying. Jogging to where the noise had came from, Dean saw a young woman looking worse for wear.
'Please help me, I'm lost. I cant find my way out.' The red haired woman looked at dean and pleaded with her brown eyes for help.
Dean went closer and bent down. He placed his arm around her. 'Im Dean, and going to get you out of here okay. Just calm down and tell me who you are.'
The sobbing left her voice. 'Im your worst nightmare.'
Dean turned quickly and saw the young woman's eyes turn jet black. She was the demon.