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Burial Ground
Chapter seventeen
1:30 AM
All four of them had trouble falling asleep but finally one by one they all drifted off to a restless sleep. Dean and Sam both slept in chairs by the door, their guns lying in their laps. At 1:30 something woke Sam up and he sat upright in his chair. He wasn't sure what woke him so he looked around the cabin but still couldn't see anything wrong. He walked over to the window and looked out. Standing outside was a large white wolf, the same one he had seen standing by the wood pile. In the woods he could see the gleaming eyes of the pack, the moonlight causing their eyes to glow yellow.
Sam walked over to Dean and gently woke him up.
"They're back." Sam nodded toward the window.
Dean got up quietly not wanting to wake the sleeping couple and looked out through the shutters.
"Looks like he brought the pack with him this time."
"Yeah, I guess he wants to make sure none of us make it out of here…..What do you think we should do?"
"Well we can't do anything tonight. Even if we kill the leader the others will just take off and regroup later and there's no way I want to take on a pack of wolves at night. We might as well try to get some rest, then in the morning we'll try to get them back to the ranger's station."
The brothers made sure their guns were fully loaded then sat back down. Throughout the night they took turns keeping watch.
4:30 AM
Sam had been keeping watch for the last half hour when he stood up to stretch…it was then he smelled the smoke. He looked around the cabin but couldn't see any signs of a fire.
"Dean wake up." He grabbed his brother by the shoulder and shook him.
"What?" Dean jumped up startled from his sleep.
"Something's burning."
Together they looked around the cabin and finally saw an orange flickering light coming through the cracks in the ceiling.
"They're trying to lure us outside." Dean knew the wolves could be waiting right outside the door.
"I don't think we have a choice, if that roof caves in we're screwed."
"There's an old well outside….maybe there's still some water in it." Dean walked over to the couple and woke them up. "Get them out of here." He told Sam as he looked around for something he could use as a bucket.
Sam took the couple outside, then with his gun in front of him he stood protectively in front of them while Dean grabbed two old buckets from the back room. Dean then checked the well and was glad to see that it hadn't dried up and still had water in it. He rigged the one bucket up to the frayed rope at the well and lowered it into the well then brought it up and filled the other one with it.
"Keep the water coming." He told Sam and Mike as he climbed up on the roof and dumped the contents onto the fire. Each time he handed the bucket to one of the others to fill he scanned the area keeping an eye out for the wolf pack. He knew he and his brother were expert marksmen and could easily take out a wolf with each bullet but he also knew there were too many of them and they wouldn't have time to reload….If the wolves attacked now while they had no protection they all would more then likely be killed. Within a few minutes Dean had the fire out and climbed back down.
"Let's get them back inside." He told Sam when he reached the bottom.
But just then a smoldering piece of wood dropped from the roof and brushed against Dean's jacket. The arm of his jacket immediately went up in flames.
"Dean!" Sam shouted as he grabbed an old rug off the firewood pile and smothered the flames with it. He gave a little yelp of pain when he felt something sharp slice into his arm. Once he was sure Dean was okay he checked his arm and could see two pinholes near the inside of his elbow. He and Dean both turned toward the woodpile and watched in horror as a large rattlesnake crawled back into it.
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