"A pair? I've never heard of that. Did they die at the same time? Or did one go and the other followed?" Dean asked, riding shotgun in Bobby's car.
Bobby was driving. "If I remember correctly, it was at the same time. Sam, will you read my notes out loud?"
From the backseat, Sam shuffled papers around until he found the one he needed. Then he read, "The shooter broke into the Prulin household at three in the morning. Mr. Prulin was killed in the kitchen, his wife in their bedroom. Both of their children, who shared the bedroom across the hallway, were killed minutes later."
"Damn. Did they ever catch the killer?" Dean said.
"Yeah, it says he died in prison two years later in a riot."
"So is it the parents and the kids doing the haunting?"
Bobby answered, "The hunter I talked to said when he tried to dig up the bodies, the husband's ghost attacked him. And people have reported seeing glimpses of the wife either in the windows of the house or hearing her crying."
"And we're helping him dig up the bodies?" Sam asked.
"Not exactly. He's laid up in a motel with a concussion because the husband threw him against a tombstone. Dean and I are going to take turns digging and holding the salt gun. And Sam, you get cop watch."
"What?" Sam protested. "I can use a weapon, or hold the light while you dig."
"Your cast is supposed to come off in a couple days. I don't want something to delay that. Dean gets the gun because he can use both hands. I'm not saying you have to sit in the car."
"Good, because I wouldn't have anyway."
"Sam, relax. It's just a pair of ghosts," Dean spoke up. "We'll be careful, all you have to do is make sure we don't get arrested."
Cemetery
Dean selected a shotgun and iron rod from the trunk and asked Sam, "Did you grab your gun?"
Sam hesitated. "Yes, and I'm not putting it back. Just because Bobby said I'm on cop watch does not mean I'm going to be unarmed. I have a canister of salt, too."
Dean sighed. "I want you to be armed. And stop giving Bobby a hard time about this, he's just looking out for you."
"I know. But as soon as this cast is off-"
"You'll be able to go after the big game. I know, Sammy. Now let's get to work."
Dean met Bobby by the graves and Sam circled around to the other side of the cemetery. Dean started digging up the husband and Bobby kept an eye out for the wife. Sam was on the edge of the parking lot when he saw movement other than the two hunters. The ghost of the wife went for Bobby and he threw salt in her face. Sam knew he hadn't used the gun because he didn't want someone to hear it and call the cops. They had another grave to take care of.
Ten minutes later, Bobby began digging up the wife. Dean waved at Sam as he circled around again. Sam returned it and wished for the hundredth time that he was at the graves with them. The husband's ghost appeared behind Dean and Sam made a spinning motion with his arm. Dean immediately turned and swung his iron rod at the husband. It disappeared, but Dean didn't lower the rod right away.
Finally, Dean and Bobby poured generous amounts of gasoline and salt over both graves. The husband and wife made a final appearance, attacking the hunters. Sam heard the shotgun go off and turned to see what had happened. He couldn't see Dean, and Bobby was on his hands and knees next to the wife's grave. He was reaching down and shouting, "Damn it, Dean!"
Sam sprinted towards him, keeping an eye out for both ghosts as he went. When he reached the graves, Bobby told him, "Drop a lighter in the other one and then help me."
"Help you with what?" Sam questioned, finding a lighter in one of his jacket pockets.
"Your brother got knocked down by the husband. And he's not answering me. Light up the other one! Hurry!"
Sam instantly flicked the lighter and threw it into the husband's grave. As it went up in flames, he turned back to Bobby and jumped down next to Dean. His brother was slumped against the side, one arm curled around his ribs. Sam grabbed him by the shoulder and said, "Hey, you with us?"
Dean grunted, so Sam got under his arm and dragged him to his feet. Dean leaned against him and Sam noticed the blood soaking through his brother's shirt. Sam called up to Bobby, "He tore his stitches, and I think he hit his head. He hasn't said a single word."
Bobby asked, "Can he climb? I can't pull him out, I'm not as young as I used to be."
Dean grumbled, "Sammy, I'm fine. I can get out. Just… don't go far."
"I'm right here," Sam assured him. He let go of Dean, leaned back against the side of the grave, and made a stirrup with his hands. Dean put a boot in the stirrup and Sam added, "On three. One, two...three!"
Sam lifted Dean up, trying not to make a sound as his broken arm flared with pain, and the older brother grabbed the edge of the grave. With Bobby's help, Dean hauled himself up and out. Sam waited until Dean was clear before attempting to get out himself. He got as far as the top of the grave before his cast slipped on the loose dirt. He started to fall backwards, but Bobby grabbed the back of his jacket. He told him, "Start climbing, boy."
Sam did, and soon he was sitting next to Dean . Both were covered in dirt and Dean's blood. Bobby looked down at them and grumbled, "I can't take you two anywhere."
Dean rolled his eyes and laid back on the ground to catch his breath while Bobby threw a match into the wife's grave.
Hi everyone! As you've noticed, I've done a bit of editing and re-uploading. I should also have a new chapter up very, very soon. Thank you to everyone who has read this, and I apologize for taking so long to finish this. You're all awesome! :)