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Burial Ground
Chapter five
They ran out of the woods and stood in a small clearing trying to catch their breath.
"Boy that was weird." Dean said as he looked back at the trees.
"Yeah….it reminded me of The Wizard of Oz."
"Who?"
"The Wizard of Oz." When Dean looked at him Sam could tell he had no idea what he was talking about. "The Wizard of Oz." Sam repeated. When he got a blank look from Dean he continued. "You know where the trees were throwing apples at Dorothy and the Scarecrow?"
"What the hell are you talking about?"
"Don't tell me you never saw The Wizard of Oz?"
"Yeah I've heard of it….but I never watched it."
"It's a move…a real classic. Dorothy, the Scarecrow, the Tin Man, and the Lion go to Oz to find the Wizard and…." Sam stopped when Dean started laughing.
"Can you be anymore girly then you already are?"
"I can't believe you never saw it."
"I can't believe you did."
"Dean everybody saw The Wizard of Oz."
"Not everyone."
"Well then everyone but you. … I remember I had dreams about the monkey people for weeks afterward."
"Monkey people? You got to be kidding." Dean laughed then suddenly became serious as he looked back toward the woods.
"What's the matter?" Sam also looked over toward the woods.
"Shhhhh." Dean put his finger to his lips.
"What? What is it?"
"Don't you hear that?"
"What?" Sam listened but all he heard were birds chirping. "Dean what is it?"
"That!" Dean pointed toward the sky where a dark cloud of birds rose out of the woods as one and started flying toward them.
"You got to be kidding." Sam said in disbelief. "First The Wizard of Oz and now The Birds." He followed Dean as he slowly backed toward the woods at the other end of the clearing.
"Don't make any sudden movement….just keep backing up real slow…"
They continued backing up as the cloud of birds followed them. But soon the entire flock of birds began swooping down on them.
"Son of a bitch!" Dean shouted as he swatted at the birds with his hands.
"Ouch! Damn it ouch!" Sam cried out as the birds pecked at his neck and hands. "What are we going to do?" He shouted over to his brother as he too swatted at the birds.
"Hang in there Sam I got an idea! Just protect your eyes!" Dean shouted to his brother as he reached in his backpack. Finally he found what he was looking for. He pulled out a road flare and lit it. He then began swinging it over his and Sam's head. He soon got the result he wanted. The birds, scared of the bright light, stopped their assault and flew back into the woods.
"Good thinking." Sam said as he wiped blood from his face.
"This is nuts….We're here to protect the burial ground, so why the hell are the spirits that guard the ground attacking us?"
"I don't know. Maybe they've heard enough of the white man's promises and lies over the years that they don't trust anyone."
"Well we've got a ways to go yet till we get to Mirror Lake. Let's just hope this Andy guy's there and we can end this vendetta."
Later
They had traveled a few more miles without any incidents when they came upon a rockslide.
"Careful Sam." Dean warned his brother as Sam started to climb over the rocks which were blocking their path.
"We got to cross them to get to the lake."
"I know….but just be careful. This could be a trap."
They both gingerly picked their way across the rocks and were almost to the other side when they heard a weak voice.
"Help….please help me."
They both began looking for the source of the voice.
"Dean over here." Sam called out to his brother as he knelt by a pile of rocks. Buried underneath them they could barely make out a man's face and shoulder.
TBC