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Dean was nervous as he walked away from the police station where he had just impersonated a police officer. He wasn't a stranger to illegal activities but impersonating a police officer was something that he hadn't done before. Sam had wanted to do it but Dean had pointed out Sam looked too young. Sam had countered that he'd just use his abilities on them and Dean had somehow talked him out of it. Seeing Sam or just knowing Sam was using his abilities kind of freaked him out.
He went to the drivers side of the Impala and knocked on the window and Sam rolled it down looking at him expectantly.
"What did you find out?" Sam asked.
"I got a few names." Dean said and Sam nodded and waited for him to get into the passengers seat but Dean shook his head.
"I wanna drive." Although he been given free access of the keys for the past few weeks. Sam usually always drove when they had drove together and it was bothering him. Sam looked at him for a long moment then moved over. Dean blinked in surprise, he had expected a bit more of a fight however Dean didn't wait more than a moment before settling himself in the driver's seat. He ran his hands briefly over the steering wheel before putting the car in motion.
Dean looked around the graveyard, he hadn't been in one since he had gone to the one Lawrence where their parents were buried. Sam had narrowed down the list of names Dean had given him to one. Apparently the two of them were going to dig it up and then salt and burn the remains, which seemed even more creepier now that they were actually doing and in the dark too and it had seemed plenty creepy before. Dean held a shotgun ready as he looked at anything that could possibly be a ghost he followed Sam as he lead the way to the grave where Dean stared down at the ground. He was going to help dig up a grave, he felt a little nauseous but he tried his best to avoid letting it show since Sam looked perfectly stoic and unbothered about the whole thing.
"Want first or second shift?" Dean blinked as Sam held out a shovel to him. Standing and waiting for a ghost, or digging up a grave. What kind of life had he chosen for himself? Was he absolutely insane?
"Second." he said after a long moment and traded Sam the shotgun for the shovel. Sam nodded and looked down at the ground.
"Have you done this before?" Dean asked because Sam was looking entirely too comfortable but Sam shook his head.
"Just got book knowledge of this kind of stuff, only got face to face contact with demons." Sam said than impaled the earth with the shovel. Dean kept his eyes on the surrounding looking for anything out of place, anything unusual while keeping an eye on his brother to make sure that nothing got to him.
About an hour later and his brother was sweating bullets. The same brother that was still kicking his ass when they sparred, but Dean hoped that that would change soon. Sam stopped and looked at him and Dean could tell just from his look that Sam wanted to switch, Dean nodded. Dean put the shotgun in his left arm for a moment as he pulled Sam who was partially into the ground, out from the hole he had been digging himself into. When Sam's feet hit the ground the two of them let go of each other. Sam grabbed the shotgun from him and gestured to the ground. Dean sat down and lowered himself into the grave.
Six feet deep that was how deep graves were and Sam had explained that the deeper down you went, the harder the soil was and the harder it was to dig into it. Dean estimated that Sam had probably dug about 5 feet down, leaving only a foot for him to dig through. Dean dug the shovel into the earth only to find that it was a lot harder than it usually was. Granted most of his knowledge of soil came from the one spring that one of his foster mothers had made him weed her garden, which hadn't at all been a pleasant experience. Still Dean had to do his part so he kept digging into the earth and throwing the dirt out of the grave. He tried to not think about the fact that he was digging up a grave and the fact that there was a dead guy under him, he found himself wishing that he had done the top part. His shoulders were burning now and he could feel himself sweating, but he still hadn't gotten to the grave yet.
"Dean." Dean looked up to see Sam although only a little part of him.
"Do you need me to take over.?" Sam asked sounding a little concerned.. Dean was dying, yes he wanted Sam to take over but Sam had dug 5/6th of the grave Dean could dig one lousy foot. So he shook his head and Sam nodded. It was another 15 minutes until he heard it, the sound that wasn't the sound of the shovel hitting dirt but hitting something else. He looked up at Sam who nodded telling him that yes Dean had dug far down enough.
"Now just smash through it." Dean frowned, he would actually be opening a grave? Gross. Sam after a few moments of Dean not moving asked.
"What's wrong?" Dean didn't say anything for a moment, he wasn't going to admit he was a little creeped out even though it was a perfectly normal reaction given the circumstances.
"Do you want me to do it?" Sam asked after a long moment and while inwardly he applauded Sam for asking he wasn't going to accept. After all this was a test, and to be strong enough to go against Azazel to get revenge he was going to have to pass the test. Not to mention the deaths he would be helping to stop the deaths of innocent people. Stopping people from going through what he and Sam had to go through. With that in mind even though he was creeped out he used his strength to break open the grave. Dean looked up at Sam with a grin on his face only to find Sam's eyes focused on something else before flickering back to him. Sam went to the lip of hole and held out his hand and Dean took it and allowed Sam to pull him up.
Sam handed the shotgun to Dean who took it and looked for ghosts while Sam starting pouring salt into the grave and that was when things went to hell.
Dean was one big bruise. Apparently he hadn't been as prepared for a ghost as he would like to have thought. Although he was faster and stronger than he used to be, he still had been unprepared for the ghost. The things would suddenly appear and disappear and move. However in the end Dean had managed to distract the ghost long enough with his body so that Sam could burn the sucker.
Dean groaned as he shifted slightly on the motel room bedspread. Sam was watching TV again but at least he seemed to be looking at it a little less intensely. Sam had brought him ice for his many bruises and had stitched him up in a few different areas, some tombstones were apparently sharp. Dean wasn't a stranger to pain or even to stitches, but he was pretty sure he'd never been hurt so bad in his life. Dean jerked as he noticed something different it took him a moment to realize that Sam had muted the TV.
"Dean are you okay?" Sam asked slightly hesitantly. Was he okay? N,o but he wasn't the type to cry about it so he just answered.
"I'll live." Sam nodded but didn't turn back on the volume or look away from him. Dean was not in a sharing and caring mood right now, so he didn't say anything. However Sam broke the silence and said something that surprised him.
"I'm glad that you didn't die." Sam admitted and turned back on the TV's volume. Dean looked at Sam for a long moment. For anyone else that might have been a little vague or cold but for Sam who wasn't used to expressing himself it was the warmest thing that Sam had ever said to him and Dean smiled even though he was in severe pain.
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