The impala pulled up to the cemetery gates. Bright orange peaked on the surface of the world, lighting a fraction of the sky. Dean and Sam sat, staring out the windshield, going over their options.
"You sure this is the cemetery?" Dean asked roughley.
Sam shurgged, sighing. "No, not really. But it's the closest one to the Novak house." He turned off the engine and his his hand fall to his side. They both sat in silence for a minute until dean cleared his throat. "Wonderful." He spoke sarcastically.
Sam took a breath. "So, by digging up his corpse, you think Cas will just jump into Jimmy's body and restore him back to normal? Is that your plan?" Sam said with undeniable doubt. Dean knew he was right. This was crazy, and it would probably never work, but it was the Winchesters... nothing is crazy.
Dean shifted in his seat, placing his fingers on the door handle. "Let's get this over with." He opened his door and hopped out of the car, shifting the weight. Sam stayed put, then forced himself to move.
"Where you guys going?" A voice said from the back. Sam quickly turned his head and faced his sister who had just woken up. Speechless, he dropped his jaw. "Uhh, Bobby called and said there was a spirit he wanted us to take care off. Nothing big, just gotta burn a corpse." Sam lied.
Melinda rubbed her face, and threw her hair over her shoulder. "Great. I'll help." She offered sleepily as she sat up. Sam quickly got out the the car and opened Melinda's door. "No no, it's fine. Dean and I got this. You just stay here." He defended.
"Yeah right." Melinda glared at him. "I've been sleeping for hours, I need some air." She pushed passed Sam and shut the door. "Hey, where are we anyways?"
Sam simply looked at her. "Illinois." He didn't lie. Melinda turned around and followed Dean who had climbed over a fence to get to the other side. Sam knew he had to distract Melinda somehow. If they found his grave, she'd wanna see who it is. God, he hated lying to her. Especially now of all times.
"Hey uh, Mel. Can you help me with this gasoline?" Sam asked, making up a diversion. He went to the trunk and fumbled for the red can. As Melinda came back, Sam ran after Dean, leaving her alone by the car. "Uh, Sam!" She hollered, but he had already hopped the fence. Melinda shook her head and rolled her eyes, latching onto the gas can and shutting the trunk.
Meanwhile, Sam had caught up to Dean. "This is a stupid, stupid idea, Dean." He half-whispered. Dean looked around at the headstones. "Yeah, probably."
"You realize Melinda has no idea what we're doing. She thinks were taking down some ghost." Sam shot back. Suddenly, Dean stopped. He read the tombstone.
"Bingo." Dean partically smiled. He went over to the headstone and kicked it over, then turned around and faced Sam. "Let's hope she doesn't read it." He said before he drove his shovel into the grass. Sam followed his lead and began digging at the earth. Melinda had finally showed up with the gas can and set it down beside herself. She took a seat on a grave stone and watched her brothers dig. It would probably take all morning too.
Hours had passed. The sun was barely up, but it was still there. They were losing the cover of darkness. They had to move faster. Finally, Dean's shovel had come in contact with wood. The brothers pryed away at the dirt and uncovered the submerged coffin. "That looks pretty new." Melinda commented. Dean and Sam shared a worried look. They continued on unraveling the coffin. Now that things were moving along, Melinda got up and stood over the hole they dug.
Melinda waited paitently until they opened the coffin. She had no idea.
Sam leaned in to Dean. "Are you sure you want to do this?" He whispered.
"Of course I do." Dean quickly replied.
"What if this doesn't work? She'll kill us." Sam said rather scared.
He had a point. Digging up Cas's body would through Melinda over the edge. But what if this is what Castiel wanted? And what if by some miracle, it worked?
Dean put his hands on the coffin door and pulled with all this strength. The door flung open, revealing death inside. Sam and Dean brought their hands to their faces, looking down at the body.
Melinda peered into the coffin, taking a long, hard look. It was certainly hard to tell, but it almost looked like...
No, that's impossible. It can't be, she thought. She glanced over at the fallen headstone. It had been knocked over. Quickly, Melinda shot her brother's a suspicous stare, before walking over to the slab of rock.
"No, Melinda don't!" Sam hollered, trying to stop her from reading it. He quickly crawled out of the hole, followed by Dean.
But it was too late. Melinda's eyes fell upon the engraved roads, reading them out loud. "Jimmy Novak." She couldn't believe it.
"Mel..." Sam called sympathetically. He looked at Dean with his 'I-told-you-this-was-a-stupid-idea' face. Dean simply rolled his eyes and looked at his sister. "Mel, you don't understand."
She whipped around, glaring at Dean wildly. She began walking towards him. Her eyes watering madly. "No, I don't understand." She stated. Melinda stopped walking and shifted her eyes back from Sam to Dean. "How could you? He's not bothering anyone! Just leave him to rest!" Melinda yelled at them.
What a slap in the face. Melinda was totally against digging up her dead lover. It made no sense at all. She began to walk away rom Sam and Dean, back to the impala.
"Mel, listen to us," Dean called after her.
"Shut up, Dean!" Melinda yelled back.
"We're trying to help Cas." Sam defended.
Melinda stopped walking. She waited a minute, but did not turn around. "Castiel is dead, Sam. You know this." She began to walk away again. Sam looked at Dean. "Great. Just great, Dean." Sam slapped his hands to his side and began to follow Melinda. Dean stayed put, looking down at Jimmy's rotted body. Dean bent down, preparing to shut his coffin, until he heard something.
It was faint, and extremely distant, but it grabbed his attention. It was static, almost like a high frequency buzzing. And it got louder, and louder. Sam must have heard it too. He turned around, starting at Dean with confusion.
Dean stepped away from the grave site, watching the body carefully. He then looked at the sky, then at Sam. The noise got louder and louder, and the sky went lighter and lighter.
Dean quickly ran towards Sam, and he pulled him down behind a large headstone. He called out to Melinda.
"Mel! Get down!" He screamed. Melinda turned around, first giving Dean and evil look, but then looked at the sky and how bright it had gotten. Her ears then began to hurt, and she fell to her knees, placing her hands over her head. She groaned in pain, but the world seemed to get only lighter, until everything was surrounded in a white light, just like in Dean's dream.
Until it all went neutral. The static was gone, the light was gone. Dean and Sam looked at each other with worried eyes. Quickly, they got up, standing beside each other closely. "Just like my dream, and the motel." Dean whispered. He looked at Sam, then back at the grave. Slowly, he began to walk towards it. Sam followed, cautiously taking baby steps.
Melinda watched her brothers from a distance, but couldn't make sense of what was happening. She got to her keep, carefully.
Sam and Dean made their way to the egde of the hole, then peered inside the coffin.
"Holy Hell."