It was dark by the time that the Winchesters and the Blackwoods reached the churchyard that was nestled behind the small church. A large tree shadowed the graves and a light fog was rolling in. The group split up to search through the stones. "Over here!" Oshea beckoned to the others. "I found him!" Sam, carrying a shovel on his shoulder, moved over to her and looked at the tombstone, nodding. He pushed the shovel into the ground and began to dig, flinging the dirt into a pile behind him.
Ella stood to the side with her sister as Dean helped Sam with the digging. She shivered a bit, as the area suddenly grew chilly. A small bucket of salt sat on the ground next to her, and she held a small box of matches in her hand. Oshea curled her arms around herself, shivering slightly. She frowned as she thought she had seen something in the fog. A chill raised up her spine, and she glanced over to Dean, opening her mouth to speak when she was violently thrown backward. She collapsed into an open grave that had been dug for a funeral the next day and screamed. "Dean!" A flickering figure appeared by the grave where Dean and Sam were digging.
"Oshea!" Ella yelled, running over to the grave her sister had been thrown into. Dean's eyes widened as the figure appeared next to him and he was thrown to the grass, the shovel falling from his hands.
Oshea tried to climb up the sides of the grave, but they were too tall. She slid down and fell hard onto her back at the floor of the grave. She gasped as clumps of dirt fell onto her. "Ella!" The figure smirked, flickering as he stood over Dean with a knife dripping blood.
"Sam! Dig faster!" Dean yelled, his eyes wide as he dug his feet into the ground and forced himself up, scrambling for the shovel. He held on to it tightly, swinging it at the young boy. The iron handle passed through him violently, the boy disappearing in a puff of smoke. "Dig faster!" he said again. Ella looked down at Oshea. "We'll get you out, okay? Just hold on," She said before she hurried to Sam's side as he digged, holding the matches and salt close.
"I'm trying!" Sam called back as he dug. The shovel finally struck the top of the coffin. He dug faster and tossed the shovel up onto the ground. "Got it!" He pulled open the coffin lid. "Hurry, Ella, the lighter!" The lighter struck him in the head as she tossed it down and he picked it up. The little boy had reappeared and was just about to drive his knife into Dean's chest when Sam lit the inside of the coffin on fire. The spirit screeched then vanished.
Dean sighed with relief, dusting himself off. "Phew, that was close," He glanced around for a moment, arching a brow. "Where's... Oshea?"
"Down here!" Oshea cried from inside the freshly dug grave. "Someone get me out of here!"
Sam, Ella, and Dean approached the grave, standing at the edge of it and looking down. Dean shook his head, chuckling a little as he got down on his knees and extended his hand out toward her. Oshea reached up and grabbed his hand, climbing out of the grave with his help. She stood up and glanced back down into the grave, shivering. "As if once wasn't enough," She muttered.
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A few hours later, the group was back at the motel. After finishing up at the cemetery, they had decided to get some rest before heading off to their next case in the morning. Sam yawned as he heard the door open and softly close. His brows furrowed and he looked to Ella, who was sleeping beside him. Sitting up in the bed, he looked to Dean's bed, seeing Oshea was gone. He stood up from the bed, careful not to wake Ella and looked to the bathroom, but the door was standing open. Quietly, he moved to the window and pulled back the curtain, seeing Oshea walking quickly down the sidewalk. He frowned and hurriedly pulled on some clothes before rushing out and following her. He followed her to another hotel and watched her go up the steps to one of the second level rooms. When the door opened and he saw the familiar male tug her inside, he cursed beneath his breath and pulled out his cell, calling his brother's phone.
Dean groaned and laid there for a moment as the phone continued to ring. He sighed, and finally rolled over, reaching for the lit up phone on the nightstand. He opened the phone, squinting at the bright light before he put it to his ear. "Hello?"
"Dean, finally," Sam said with a sigh as he rubbed his eyes. "Uh, we have kind of a situation."
"You mean other than the fact you woke me up at..." He glanced over at the clock. "Three in the morning? Wait a second... where are you?"
"Well, in case you didn't notice, Oshea isn't there either. I saw her leaving and I thought I'd follow her and see where she was heading... Dean, you're not going to like this." He said slowly, giving a low sigh. "She is at the Starlight Hotel... with... uh... with that demon... Jonah.."
Dean arched a brow and sat up in bed, reaching over and turning on the lamp He looked at the space next to him in the bed, and sure enough, Oshea was gone. He stood up and walked over to Ella's bed, slipping his hand under her pillow carefully, grabbing the knife. His jaw clenched as he looked it over and then looked at the door. "I'll be right there."