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Burial Ground

Chapter six

The man was barely visible beneath the large boulders that covered him.

Dean and Sam glanced at each other, they both realized there was no way they could lift the rocks off of the man, even attempting to would only cause him further damage.

"Help me…" The man pleaded weakly as blood bubbled from his lips, a sure sign of internal injuries.

Tears filled Sam's eyes as he looked at his brother wondering how they were going to tell the man that he was beyond help.

Dean pulled out his cell phone but put it back in his pocket when he didn't get a signal. He looked at Sam and shook his head. There was nothing they could do for the man so he took a bottle of whiskey out of his bag and offered him a drink, maybe it would at least ease the pain a little. He carefully lowered it into the narrow hole next to the man's face and he took two grateful swallows.

"T…Thanks…."

"Are you with anyone?"

"Yeah…but they…they left me here…."

"What's your name?" Dean asked as he knelt next to the man.

"Rob."

"Rob?" Dean could barely make out what the man was saying.

"Yeah…"

"Rob was there an Andy with you?"

The man gave a little nod.

"Is he still alive?"

"Yeah….I think so…."

"Is he still headed for Mirror Lake?" Dean hated questioning the man but he had to know the answers if they were going to try and end the curse.

"Yeah." The man looked at Dean. "Who are you? …How do you know Andy."

"We've been looking for him."

The man winced in pain and coughed weakly.

"Can you….can you get me out of here?"

Dean shook his head.

"I'm sorry." He didn't want to lie to the man and give him false hope.

"But we'll bring back help." Sam quickly added not wanting the man to know how truly helpless the situation was.

"Good…good…" The man relaxed a little.

Both brothers knew that even if they could lift the rocks off of him he probably already sustained injuries that would prove fatal.

Sam looked at Dean and motioned that he needed to talk to him. They walked a short distance away.

"What are we going to do? We can't just leave him here to die."

"There's nothing we can do Sam."

"It could take him hours, or even a day to die. We can't let him suffer like that."

"You're right." Dean took out his gun.

"You can't just shoot him!" Sam looked at Dean in disbelief.

"Well what do you want me to do? He's suffering Sam."

"You can't just shoot him like an animal."

"It'll be quick." When he saw the look on Sam's face he added. "Sam its better then letting him die a slow painful death." When he saw Sam still wasn't convinced he asked. "Well what do you suggest?"

"I don't know." Sam looked back at the man and was torn about what to do. He knew the man was going to die either way, either quick with a bullet, or slow and painful under the rocks.

Once again the decision was made for them. They both looked up as they heard a low rumble coming from the top of the rocks. They then watched as the rocks begin to move slightly then slowly start to tumble down the mountain toward them. They glanced at each other for a second before Dean shouted.

"Run!"

TBC