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Burial Ground

Chapter fifteen

The next morning

Nothing else happened during the night and they left the campsite at first light. Both brothers were exhausted from staying awake all night keeping watch. Normally they would have taken turns but Dean knew he had to stay awake to keep Sam awake. If Sam did have a concussion, falling asleep for even a few minutes could cause him to fall into a coma from which he might never awake. But Dean was certain that the critical time period had passed and that tonight they could each catch a little sleep while the other kept watch, that's was if they survived the coming day.

They spent most of the day slowly back tracking Andy's trail. Mike and Andrea had been together with Andy up until his death and remembered most of the trails they had followed. Along the way Sam and Dean looked for any sign of the bow. They turned over rocks and also looked for signs of anything being buried. So far they had no luck.

"Did Andy leave you at any point?" Dean asked.

"Only once or twice when he had to take a leak." Mike said.

"How far off did he go?"

"Only a few feet off the trail, after what happened to Tim and Rob we stuck pretty close together."

Sam looked over at Dean and shook his head.

"It could be anywhere. It's like looking for a needle in a haystack."

"Yeah." Dean knew it would be next to impossible to find it, but they had to try. He knew if they didn't more people would die, including maybe even themselves.

They had walked another mile when Sam suddenly grabbed Dean's arm and nodded toward the sky. The western part of the sky had turned a dark threatening black.

"We better find shelter." Sam said trying to keep his voice calm, he knew the weather could be part of the curse and he didn't want to frighten the couple anymore then they already were.

Dean looked at the couple.

"When you came through this way before did you see any cabin or shed….anything that we could use as a shelter?"

Andrea looked at Mike.

"Isn't there an old cabin about half a mile or so from here?" She pointed to an odd rock formation. "I remember passing it about half an hour before we passed this rock."

"Yeah…." Mike looked at the brothers. "…she's right. It isn't much but it'll get us out of the storm."

"We better hurry." Sam said as he glanced at the sky and could see the storm quickly approaching.

They hurried toward the cabin as the sky grew darker and darker. Soon the storm was right above them. Hail, strong winds, and rain began pounding down on them. They held their backpacks over their heads trying to protect themselves from the painful hail. Finally they reached the cabin and hurried inside. Once everyone was inside Dean quickly shut the shutters and bolted the door which kept blowing open. The sound of the hail pounding the roof was deafening.

"Everyone okay?" He shouted. He could see red welts on their face and hands where the hail had hit them. He was sure he looked as bad as they did.

"Yeah, we're fine." Mike said as he checked out Andrea's face.

"Sam…you okay?" Dean asked.

"Yeah, how 'bout yourself?"

"I'm fine." Dean looked around the dark cabin. "Let's see if we can find some candles."

They all looked around the cabin and finally found some used candles in an old crate on the floor. Dean lit them and put them around the room.

"We might as well make ourselves comfortable; we'll probably be spending the night here."

Sam looked at the couple.

"You said you passed the cabin before…you didn't enter it?"

"No, we just walked by." Mike said but Andrea suddenly grabbed his arm as she remembered something.

"Yeah we walked by….but Andy went inside; he wanted to check out the cabin. He thought maybe he could find some supplies that someone might have left behind and that we could use."

"That's right, he did….Maybe he hid the bow here!" Mike looked back and forth between Dean and Sam.

"Let's hope so." Sam hoped it was true. If they found it maybe they could end this thing before anyone else got hurt.

Dean walked over to a window and looked out through the cracks in the shutter. He then turned toward the others.

"Why don't you three look around in here and see if you can find it. I'll be right back." Dean headed for the door.

"Where are you going?" Sam grabbed Dean's arm.

"There's a stack of firewood a few feet from the cabin and we could use some for tonight if it gets cold." Dean continued toward the door.

"Why don't you wait till the storm dies down?" Sam didn't like the idea of his brother going out into the storm alone. Even though the stack of firewood was only a few feet away he had seen enough to know that anything could happen.

"The storm could last for hours."

"Well then I'll go with you."

"Sam I'll be fine. … You keep an eye on them and try to find that bow." Dean quickly opened the door and slipped outside before Sam could argue with him.

Using the porch roof as shelter from the hail Dean ran back and forth from the pile of wood to the porch. He had made three quick trips with no problem, but on his forth trip he heard a low growl when he reached the firewood. He slowly backed up and looked up. Standing on top of the pile of wood stood a lone wolf.

TBC