Dean woke up, his chest still tight from the smoke. Remembering what had happened almost immediately, he quickly looked around for Sam, and let out a huge sigh of relief when he saw Sam lying beside him, still out like a light.
He was suddenly cold; he realised that they were outside, but he didn't know where.
'Sammy?' he asked, prodding Sam awake, watching with concern as Sam groggily shook his head and sat up. He coughed a few times, clutching his chest, and then looked at Dean with horror.
'Dean...what happened?' he asked, standing up, helping Dean up too.
Sam looked up, and with a frown he saw that they were at the bottom of a deep pit; the walls were so high Sam could only just see a small square of starlight.
'I don't know, I though we were goners...then someone came and helped us' he said, not quite believing what had happened.
'Helped us?' Sam repeated, frowning at his brother.
'Yeah...I don't know who it was; whoever they were, they were huge' said Dean, remembering the hulking great figure than had helped them survive the smoke.
'The wonders of a fire proof suit' came a soft voice from above; the boys looked up and squinted to catch a glimpse of the man looking down on them.
'Who are you?' Sam called up, but the man just chuckled and walked away.
'Hey! He was talking to you!' Dean yelled, fear and anger saturating his veins, adrenaline pumping.
The man returned, smiling down at Sam and Dean, although they didn't know that; the man was still not showing his face, and the gloom of the night sky was hiding it even more.
'I must say you two did an extraordinarily good job with the fire; Dean, your courage to save your brother was commendable, I cant say that same about Sam I'm afraid-never mind...'
The man then disappeared again, and after a couple of seconds the brothers could hear the sounds of shovel being used-hell, they had used a shovel many times, so they knew what they sounded like.
Before Sam and Dean could even look at each other the sky on the top of the pit suddenly clouded over, then Sam recoiled into the back of the pit as a huge clump of earth landed on his head.
'Sam!' Dean gasped, grabbing his brother's arm to keep him upright.
Seconds later, more dirt was coming into the whole, the earth and dirt was now coming thick and fast into the pit, covering the floor.
Dean now knew why the pit was tall, but not very wide. It would be easier to fill up.
'Oh my god-he's gonna bury us alive!' Sam gasped, watching as the dirt levels began to rise.
Dean tried to climb up the walls; his fingernails embedded into the soft earth, but as soon as he tried to put a foot into the wall, it immediately slipped, and he fell back down with a cry.
Sam helped him up, then tried himself, but then fell down again.
'PLEASE, STOP!' Dean begged, but the earth kept on coming, all the way up to their knees.
'Climb on top of it, we can use it to get up!' Sam said, trying to get his foot from under the heavy weight of the earth that was covering them.
Dean tried to move his feet, but the weight of the earth was making it damn near impossible.
'I can't...it's too heavy!'
'Try Dean!' Sam said, himself struggling to move his feet under the dirt, but it was getting increasingly harder.
After a couple of minutes the mud was just beginning to come up over their knees, and Dean really started to panic. He looked across at Sam, his face a mirror image of his own; pale, and full of terror.
'What are we gonna do?' he asked, but Dean wasn't really listening- he was watching the dirt rise up his legs.
'Please!' he called up, voice cracking. 'Please! Why are you doing this? Let us go!' he yelled, still trying to move his legs from the dirt.
Sam grabbed his arm and hauled him up, and Dean's legs managed to get above the dirt, but if he tried to help Sam, his feet sank back down.
'Sammy...we can't do it!' he yelped, grabbing Sam and trying to move him too.
'Don't worry about me Dean...let's get you out!' Sam snapped, but Dean shot him a look.
'Don't worry about you-are you nuts?' he asked incredulously, looking across at his brother.
'Come on Dean-better you than me!'
'Not where I come from you idiot!' growled Dean, and with much force he grabbed Sam and hauled him up, wiggling him a bit to get his feet on top of the dirt.
'Your taller...you pull me up!' he instructed, looking down in worry as his knees went under the dirt, the earth fast rising above his thighs.
'Oh god...' he murmured, looking at Sam, and helping him get more footway.
Sam looked up; the dirt was rising to the top, and he was riding the dirt.
'Are you...nearly there Sammy?' gasped Dean, feeding Sam's body on the top as he went up with the dirt.
Dean noticed with a thrill of panic that the dirt was reaching his chest; if he wasn't quick, Sam wouldn't be able to pull him up before he went under...
'I can almost reach it now' Sam said, reaching up and grasping the edge of the pit, he hauled himself up with a groan and rolled onto the wet grass.
He knelt and looked around, trying to spot the man who was throwing the dirt in the pit-but he was gone.
There was no sign of him.
They were in a graveyard, and the pit they were in was a grave.
'Sam!' Dean gasped from below, his voice cracked and strained.
Sam looked down and yelped when he saw Dean, all the way up to his neck in mud and earth.
'Hold on bro-I'm gonna get you out!' Sam yelled, kneeling further to the entrance of the pit, all the while keeping a lookout for the son of a bitch who had done this to them.
'Sammy...please!' choked out Dean, trying to move his head, but dirt kept going down his shirt.
Sam started to dig around Dean's head with his finger to get some leeway, and then started to pull his brother's head gently.
Seeing this wasn't working, Dean tried to move his arms, and finally managed to unearth one of his arms, which he hooked around Sam's neck to help propel him forward.
'That's it Dean- keep pulling...I'll get you out!' Sam gasped, moving backwards in a steady motion so Dean could lever his way out.
After a few minutes Dean managed to get his other arm free, and with a grunt he started to pull himself up, using Sam's shoulder and neck as a hold.
'almost...there...' he growled, and then with a gasp he was out, falling on Sam as he threw himself on the ground, panting and breathing heavily.
'You ok?' Sam asked from under his brother.
'Yeah-I'm good...let's go!' Dean said, getting off of him and helping him up.
'Sounds good to me' agreed Sam, and they started to walk across the graveyard, always looking for the crazy that had done this to him.
'Oh I hope we don't meet him-I'm gonna beat the living snot outta him!' growled Dean, but Sam kept pushing him forwards. He didn't want to meet him either, so he figured it was best if they kept moving.
There was a crack of a branch behind them, and the brother's whirled round to be met by a large man in a hooded shirt, the shadow of the hood obscuring his face.
Sam tensed, afraid, but Dean stood his ground.
He growled as he launched himself at the man, punching him in the face and bringing him to the ground.
The man laughed and stood up, before, quicker than Sam would have thought possible, reached into his coat and pulled out the shovel.
Dean tried to move away but was caught in the face by the metal tool; he went sprawling to the floor at Sam's feet, a large purple bruise already forming on the side of his face.
'You son of a bitch!' growled Sam, face full of fury as he stepped in front of his brother.
'what are you going to do Sam?' asked the man, soft voice floating in the cool breeze, brown leaves scattering at their feet, it looked just like a movie scene as Sam and the man surveyed each other.
'Why are you doing this?' asked Sam, voice quaking with anger.
His first instinct was to run, to get as far away from here as he could-but he would never leave Dean.
'Why, for the results of course...you two have some of the best results I have ever seen! You two must be so proud of yourselves, and I'm guessing your father is too?'
'How the hell do you know about my dad?' spat Sam, not willing to make conversation, but he realised it was the only option, he would humour him for a while.
'Oh, I know I lot of things about you Sam' said the man, and it was obvious from his voice that he was smiling.
'You think you are happy...content with your brother-but I know your just as messed up as me!'
'Your a sick son of a bitch-I'm gonna kill you!' snarled Sam, and he lunged for the man, but he stepped aside, pushing Sam into the wet ground, mud streaking his jacket.
'No Sam...I think I am going to kill you' he said, before holding the shovel above his head and bringing it down on Sam's back, sending him groaning to the floor.
He then raised his foot, and stamped on the back of the younger Winchester's head, knocking him unconscious.
'There. That wasn't so hard now, was it?' said the man to himself, before chuckling and looking towards test subject two's brother, who was still out for the count beside him.
Now was the time for the next test...
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