Chapter 10
Sam and Dean drove the two hours to Cross Ridge, Missouri; making it two in the morning when they arrived at the grave yard.
It took the brothers twenty minutes to find the grave in the back of the yard.
They had been dug for two hours together and got to the point where only one could dig at a time; the brothers decided to switch diggers every ten minutes. It was Dean's turn and he was now trying to maneuver the coffin in order to open it when he hard Sam yell out to him "Dean Hurry up we have company." Then Dean heard the firing of the salt gun. Dean looked over the top of the hole he was standing in to find a ghost heading toward them.
"Shit" Dean quickly got back to opening the coffin.
The sprit had felt something disturbing his grave, so he traveled back to his home town to find the brothers digging up the grave "How dare you disturb my grave." He yelled flying fast toward the younger Winchester who was above the grave.
Sam didn't have time to react because when he saw the sprit fly toward him it made itself invisible. Sam waited for it to show itself, gun at the ready. Suddenly he was thrown back into a tree. He fell to his knees.
Dean climbed out of the hole and saw Sam hit the tree. "SAM!" Dean yelled out to his brother. He then saw his brother being lifted up and get pinned to the tree as Jeff became visible again.
Sam felt the pressure around his neck as the sprit held tightly on showing himself to the brothers. "You shall die for it." Jeff whispered continuing to cut off Sam's airway.
Sam was fighting to get loose, but with every move the grip on his neck tightened.
After Jeff had shown himself Dean quickly grabbed the salt and lighter fluid pouring them over the dead body of Jeffery Wood. When he looked toward his brother to see that Sam's kicking legs and fighting arms were coming in weaker movements. "HOLD ON SAMMY I'M ALMOST DONE!" Dean yelled out.
Dean felt his pockets to find the lighter, but sadly he didn't find it. He searched for the bag finding it Dean flew to the bag quickly opening it. He searched for the lighter; he found it ran to the graved opened the lighter and threw it into the grave. When it hit the coffin erupted in flames. Dean looked up to see the sprit release Sam, who fell limply to the ground, and erupt into flames just as dead body had.
When the sprit was gone Dean ran over to Sam. "Sam, Sammy!" Dean said putting Sam's face between his hands "Sammy, say something, talk to me." Dean said
"The names Sam" came the weak voice of his baby brother.
"Sammy, Sammy" Dean pulled Sam into a loving hug then released him; "Don't you know that you will always be Sammy?" Dean asked with a smile in his face.
"Whatever Jack ass" Sam replied getting himself off the ground.
The brothers refilled the grave and then gathered the supplies that littered the ground. Together they walked back to the Impala.
"Alright let's stop by a motel, get some sleep, then we can head back to Abby." Dean said
"Good plan lets go." Sam replied.
Dean started the car and drove away from the graveyard.