I'm sorry for being so late with this chapter, but something happened to my laptop and I thought I had lost everything. Luckily it's back in function and I hadn't lost anything. So here's a new chapter, spellchecked and ready!

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E - Entombed

Sam is 19, Dean is 23

Dean was sitting behind the wheel of his beloved Impala, waiting for his little brother to come join him. It hadn't been easy the last year and a half that Sam had been at school, and they rarely saw one another. Last year Sam had spent Christmas with his new girlfriend Jessica's family, something that had deeply offended Dean. He never told Sam this though, and believed that he could just forgive and forget now that Sam had said he'd spend this holiday with his family. Well, spend it with Dean at least. John would be out on a hunt with Uncle Bobby, but he promised he would try to be back by Christmas Eve. Sadly both Winchester boys had learned the hard way that their father had a tendency to make a lot of empty promises.

A knock on the roof of the car that made Dean jump a little and he quickly turned in his seat to look where the sound came from. Sam of course.

"Hey Dean!" Sam smiled brightly and slid into the passengers seat. Dean grinned fondly and clapped his little brother on the shoulder,

"I'm happy you wanted to spend Christmas with me this year." Dean said it so it could've been misunderstood as sarcasm by a bystander - he wouldn't make a chick flick moment out of their reunion, but he really meant it. Dean had always loved Christmas even though John was rarely there. It was usually just him and Sam. That's why he needed Sam and wanted Sam to be there. Sam on the other hand wasn't too fond of Christmas. He clearly loved being with his big brother and all, but Christmas had never really been special in the Winchester family.

Looking back, they maybe had only two-three really special Christmases that stood out in memory.

"So, what's the plan?" Sam asked as Dean started the Impala and and pulled out onto the road

"The plan is to go to Uncle Bobby's shack. You remember that place, right? The one in the forest. And we are going to have the best Christmas ever," Dean declared with a wide grin.

"Without dad I assume?" Sam asked, not bothering to hide his disappointment.

"Hopefully not. But hey, you've got me. That's ten times better," Dean patted Sam's skinny knee before focusing on the road.

*_*_*

"There's something here, isn't there?" Sam glared at his brother as the Impala stopped in front of the cozy looking cabin in the middle of nowhere.

"What are you talking about?" Dean snorted and frowned before climbing out of the car. He grabbed the bags from the fast food place they'd stopped off and went to open the trunk.

"Dean! Why else would we be here?" Sam followed his brother out of the car."What is it? You took me here on a hunt? Is that it?" he demanded, crossing his arms.

"Fine! Yes! Dad told me there's a ghost or two somewhere near," Dean admitted He handed Sam his bag, then grabbed his own duffle and slung it over his shoulder. "But that's not the only reason we're here. A ghost is an easy job, Sammy. Once that's done we'll have a great Christmas here!" he promised, hoping to convince Sam. The glare on his younger brother's face was not encouraging.

"Fine," Sam relented, heading towards the door. "Can we eat first? I'm starving."

"That's my boy," Dean puts his arm proudly around his brother's shoulder as he unlocked the door.

"Can't hunt on empty stomach," he snickered and patted Sam on the tummy. "So, they don't feed you at college?"

"What's that's supposed to mean?" Sam lifted an eyebrow and sat down at what passed for the dinign room table.

"Well you look like an emaciated puppy," Dean joked and laughed when a french fries came flying in his direction.

"I'm not skinny. Just..." Sam seemed to struggle to find the right word.

"Stretched?" Dean smiled happily at the glare Sam sent him. Sam's late growth spur seemed to have gone into overdrive.

"You're such a hoot today," Sam sighed and forked his food unenthusiastically.

The dinner was far from impressive, but as long as it tasted good it didn't really matter for the Winchester brothers. They had learned as children not to be too fussy about what they ate when options were limited.

"So, what's the story with this ghost?" Sam asked, swallowing a bite of his burger. "Or do I have to do the research too?"

"It would be the perfect Christmas gift for you, but no. I've already done it," he proclaimed proudly, grinning at Sam's impressed expression.

"Back in the 70s there was a couple of huts up here where people spent their summer holidays. One of them was the Jamerson family. Mother Sarah, the dad Lloyd and their fifteen year old daughter, Cynthia. One evening Cynthia went missing and four men, including Lloyd Jamerson went out to search for her. Instead three of the men came back with the news that both father and daughter were dead," Dean explained casually.

"What had happened to them?" Sam asked, biting his bottom lip as he considered the story.

"Bear attack. The bodies were so mangled they had would never have guessed it was them if it wasn't for the three other men witnessing the attack," Dean continued, noticing that Sam seemed honestly curious despite his earlier reluctance. "They were buried somewhere in the forest so I guess all we need to do is to find the graves and burn the bones."

*_*_*

The sun was already setting by the time they were ready for the hunt.

"Dean, I'm 19 years old. I know what to bring with me," Sam glared down at Dean, taking advantage of the new height he'd gained in the past few years. His big brother might be older then him, but certainly not taller.

"I just want to make sure you've got everything, Sammy. It's been a while since you hunted," Dean answered and handed Sam a shotgun with loaded with rock salt. He'd already packed a sack of salt and some fuel in Sam's backpack. "Besides, I'm not taking chances. You're pretty accident prone."

Sam glared at his brother, but didn't press the issue. Dean picked up his own pack and led the way into the forest. Sam walked quietly at his side, shotgun at the ready.

"Who buries their loved ones in the middle of nowhere anyway?" Sam asked as they reach a lake.

"Weirdoes. Apparently the family was a little eccentric. They had a lot of friends and all, but their cabin up here was their second home so the mother wanted to put her husband and child to rest here," Dean looked at Sam and frowned when Sam laughed. "What?"

"I'm impressed, Dean. You've read all that on your own?" He choked on his laughter as Dean nudged him in the side.

"Shut up, bitch."

"What are you calling me a bitch for?" Sam pushed Dean back, but smirked and actually looked quite happy despite trying to hide it.

"It's our new thing," Dean explained, suddenly all serious. "I call you bitch, you call me awesome big brother."

Sam snorted out loud. "Could you be more of a jerk?" he sighed loudly. They continued walking along the lake, bickering like an old married couple.

"Did you hear that?" Dean stopped suddenly, holding up his hand to signal Sam to keep quiet. They stood deathly still when they heard rustling on their right side. Slowly both turned their heads to the left and spotted what looked like a mausoleum in between the snow covered trees.

"Okay, that's just weird," Sam scratched the back of his neck as the boys moved quietly towards the crypt, their guns held ready to fire..

"Tell me about it," Dean muttered. When they got closer they noticed how the mausoleum appeared to have been carved into the stone of the hill behind it. The door into the grave was broken.

"I guess that might have something to do with restless spirits," Dean gestured with his head at the door. They got out their flashlights and aimed the light into the dark of the grave as they cautiously stepped inside. It was larger then expected and Sam could just stand straight inside without bending.

"You see anything…" Sam was cut of when something rumbled behind them. Before they knew what was happening, the opening was closed by falling stones.

"Sam!" Dean shouted as he saw his brother's flashlight hit the ground. Then he felt something hard hit the back of his head and everything went dark.

*_*_*

"Sonova-" Dean groaned and put a hand to his head. He winced when it touched something wet.

"Peachy," he grumbled, rolling over so he lay on his side. He grabbed for his flashlight that was still shining up at nothing.

"Sam?" Dean grunted as he sat up, directing the flashlight around himself and stopped when the light landed on a red shirt. Sam's shirt.

"Damn it." The older Winchester pressed his eyes closed when dizziness at the sudden movement hit him, but he kept crawling towards Sam. His hand landed on the soft fabric of Sam's jacket and shook him gently without any reaction coming from his brother. Dean rested his flashlight on a nearby pile of rubble so he could see his surroundings and focus on Sam.

"Sammy?" The kid wasn't moving and dark liquid covered the side of his face and hair. It looked black in the near total darkness, but Dean knew all too well that the liquid would be red. Dean quickly checked for Sam's pulse and sighed in relief when he felt steady beatings and rested his forehead against Sam's.

"Damn it. I dunno how you do it, but you always seem to be the one who…" His voice trailed off when he finally noticed that Sam's chest wasn't rising.

"Sam!" Dean pressed his ear to his brother's chest. He feels the heartbeat, but his brother didn't seem to be breathing.

"No, no, no. You have a pulse damn it!" Dean grabbed the side of Sam's face and leaned down, hovering his cheek over his brother's mouth and nose. Nothing. Not even a tiny hint of breath. Dean forced himself to relax before carefully tilting his little brother's head back, mindful of the hard ground and pinched Sam's nose shut before pressing his mouth over his brother's and forcing air into his lungs. Dean barely noticed his hand getting wet from where it was resting on the top of Sam's head. His focus was on getting Sam breathing again.

"Come on, man! This is just way past personal space." Dean forced the awkwardness of the closeness away and forced more air into Sam's mouth. Out of the corner of his eye Dean could see Sam's chest rise from the assisted breathing. He forced the childishness of his thoughts on the intimacy out of his mind and focused on what he had to do. He lost count over how many times he breathed for Sam, but somewhere along the way he realized Sam was breathing on his own again.

"Thank God." Dean ripped up a bit of his shirt to bundle it against the wound on his unconscious little brother's head.

"Wakey, wakey," he encouraged and gently tapped Sam's face. Sam's eyes were tightly shut and he showed no signs in wakening. Dean suddenly got a feeling of being watched and spun around. It took him a second to realize he was knelt face to face with a young girl.

"Cynthia," he mumbled, realizing who she had to be. The girl started screaming and Dean fell backwards, throwing his arm over Sam protectively, but he kept his eye fixed on the screaming ghost. .

"I forgot about them," he mumbled to himself and started rummaging through Sam's pack. He found one of the containers of salt and popped it open.

"Get lost!" he yelled and flung it at the girl. The ghost vanished with an angry yell and Dean hurriedly picked up the flashlight. Sure enough he could see the remains of two tombs and knew what to do.

"Guess its up to me to burn these suckers," Dean muttered and stood up. "Feel free to wake up while waiting," he added.

*_*_*

Besides the obvious bad turn of events with the whole place caving in on them, finding the tombs was quite easy. Seemed that the ghost of Cynthia wasn't evil, just annoying. The girl had been spoiled rotten while alive and whenever Dean wasn't paying attention she would start screaming. The father was standing close by, trying to calm his daughter down without success and it was quite a pathetic sight. Though he wasn't going to underestimate the ghosts. It was thanks to them the cave had collapsed and Sam was unconscious. Or had been.

"Sam!" Dean had been ready to set Cynthia's bones on fire when he heard a groan from where his brother was laying.

"Be careful." Dean knelt behind Sam and helped him into a sitting position. "There you go," he said, voice full of concern as he carefully rubbed Sam's slim arm, helping him regain his mental equilibrium.

"What happened?" Sam mumbled and hung his head while running a hand carefully through his blood soaked hair.

"The ghost of the girl made the mausoleum collapse. Knocked you right out," Dean explained."Ready to burn these suckers?" he asked, putting one hand at the back of Sam's neck.

"What-what about the ghosts? Aren't they…" Sam stopped talking when Dean shook his head.

"They're harmless. Annoying, but in dire need of peace."

It only took a moment for Dean to torch the annoying ghosts while Sam attempted to start removing blocks from the crypt entrance. It was going slow on Sam's part as he fought the dizziness from his head injury, but Dean joined him as soon as the flames in the graves lit the crypt.

"Good boy," Dean praised when Sam removed a stone that brought early morning light and fresh air into the mausoleum. From there on it was a quick job moving enough stones so they could climb out.

"Merry friggin' Christmas, Dean," Sam moaned as he lay down in the little snow that had found its way down between the tree tops. He covered his eyes with his arm let his mouth fall open, inviting fresh air into his lungs.

"There's no Christmas like a Winchester's Christmas," Dean snickered and sat down beside Sam and started fussing over injuries. Now in the light, he could check how badly Sam had been hurt. Sam was fortunate that he only cracked his head open, but aside from the bleeding, he seemed to have escaped serious injury.

"You've lost a bit of blood, Sammy," he said and moved Sam's arm away from his eyes. Sam's eyes remained closed, but the ghost of a smile found its way onto the lips.

"Well red is the color of Christmas, Dean," Sam opened one eye and lay still content to let Dean fuss over him. "You're bleeding too," he noted, pointing at Dean's chin.

"It's just a scratch," Dean assured his brother and lay down beside Sam.

"What are you doing?" Sam turned his head a bit to look at Dean.

"Resting. It isn't that cold," Dean said, looking up at the treetops. It felt good to lie there. The weather was comfortable and finally the older brother felt the feeling that he had always associated with Christmas come over him.

"We should probably get going," Sam warned, ruining the moment.

Dean sighed and nodded, helping his brother get to his feet. They both needed to get checked out medically and Dean was looking forward to spending time with his brother now that the hunt was over. It was Christmas; they were both alive and together. He couldn't ask for more then that.

That's it for now! A little longer then the other chapters right? Next one is going to be goooory! ;D

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