The sand monster attacked them fiercely, angered even more by the shotguns they emptied into it. Neither the salt rounds nor silver bullets had any effect on it whatsoever. They were in a bad situation and as the Magura-Schendel continued to make its way out of the sand box, they realized it was going to be even worse. It already towered over them, and it wasn't even half way out.
A sandy arm pinned Dean to the ground, crushing him slowly. "Dean!" Sam screamed and ran towards his brother, only to be rammed into a tree. Tyler saw it all happening, locked eyes with Dean and ran. The other direction. She is running away! Is she just going to leave us here? Sam was unconscious, there would be no help coming from him.
Dean could feel his breath being pushed out of him, slowly but steadily. He wouldn't last another two minutes with the Magura-Schendel's arm on top of him. He couldn't believe this was how his life would end. Crushed by sand? Abandoned by a girl he thought of as his friend? At least Sammy wouldn't have to see. He had already seen his big brother die more than enough times. At least God, if there was one, was merciful on his younger brother.
Tears squeezed out of Dean's eyes, muddying his vision. He could feel a rib snap under the weight of the sand monster. Not much longer, he told himself. Would he go to heaven this time? Or back to hell? Maybe he shouldn't think about that. Hell wasn't a happy memory for him. Crap. I can't….breathe….He could feel himself slipping away and heard a groan come from Sam's direction. Oh God no. Please don't let him see. Dean saw the world blacken before him.
A sneaker stomped down near his failing eyes, a voice resounding through the darkness. "Hey Sandman! Over here!" The sound of water reached his ears and the weight was suddenly lifted from his chest. Gasping, Dean sat up, his head groggy. He heard screams, inhuman screams and saw Sam looking at something behind him. Carefully, he turned around.
Tyler was standing across the monster, with a hose in her hands. The Magura-Schendel was slowly dissolving into a mud pile. Sam crawled to his brother, helping him up. "You came back," Dean managed to say. Tyler turned her head. "Well, I never meant to leave forever. I had a plan." "So we see," Sam said.
She turned off the water and threw the shovel to Sam. "I don't think it's dead, so we better scoop him up in a bucket and seal him in concrete or something." Sam groaned but started scooping up the mud as Tyler went to fetch the bucket. Dean made his way to the Impala and sat down on her hood. This was bad. One of his ribs was definitely broken. That meant the hospital for him and he hated hospitals.
After a while Sam and Tyler joined him at the car. "Ready?" They nodded. They got into the Impala and drove away. They needed to find a place to bury this damn monster.