As It Was - Dean Winchester

Part 12

We waited until dark before we drove to the cemetery. It wasn't as beautiful as it had been during the day, and digging up the grave was hard work. I was sweating, listening to Dean's heave breathing while Sam shone his flashlight down at us, taking a break.

Dean's elbow hit me in the ribs, and I cursed silently, continuing to shovel up the dirt. I moved a bit further away, not that there was much space to move, and continued. We should reach the casket soon, and I expected to start smelling the decomposing body at any second.

Dirt rained down on me, and I sighed, annoyed, and glared at Dean, who didn't seem to notice that he had missed the ground level and just flung the dirt in his shovel all over me.

I took a couple of deep breaths to calm myself, feeling my anger rise.

"Already need a break, sweetheart?" Dean asked in a condescending tone, smirking at me over his shoulder.

"No," I mumbled through gritted teeth and continued to shovel, hoping that he'd just shut up.

After a little while, I felt it again, his elbow digging into me, and I had enough. I turned around and pushed him a few steps back, making him stumble forward and steady himself by holding onto the dirt wall.

"Dean! What the fuck is your problem?" I snarled.

"My problem?" He gave me an incredulous look. "You pushed me!" he growled, and suddenly he was standing toe to toe with me. I had to look up to be able to look him in the eyes.

"I wouldn't have to if you didn't fucking dig right where I was standing. Can you just back the fuck up a couple of steps?"

"If you haven't noticed, this space is a little cramped. Not much space for me to move to."

"You..." I narrowed my eyes at him, ready to push him again.

"Hey!" Sam interrupted us. "You guys need a break?"

"No, as long as your brother tucks his elbows in, we'll be fine." I straightened my back and stared the older Winchester down.

"Makes it a little hard to dig if I'm not allowed to use my arms."

"That's not what I was saying." He kept quiet, and for a second, all that was heard was the crickets in the grass. His green eyes were dark in the night, coated with long lashes. Eventually, he turned around with a scuff and picked up the shovel he had thrown to the side. I rolled my eyes and continued to dig.

I only needed a few more minutes before my shovel hit something hard.

"Shouldn't decomposing bodies smell?" I commented while brushing off some dirt from the top.

"Yeah," Sam confirmed from above. I wiped the sweat off my forehead while Dean bent down, knife in hand, and broke the lock.

"Ladies first," he smirked as he stood back up. I rolled my eyes and prepared for the worst as I opened the lid. Groaning, I stared down into the empty coffin.

"They buried the body four days ago," Dean commented, confused.

"I don't get it." Sam stared down, letting his flashlight scan the coffin.

"Wait, wait, wait. Look." I pointed to a tear in the fabric lining the walls.

"What is that?" Dean's voice was low, and he bent down to get a better look.

"I'm not sure," Sam answered,

"I've seen these kind of symbols before."

I bent down to take a look as well, ending up much closer to Dean than intended. Ignoring the fact that his body heat radiated into me, I bent forward and pulled away the torn fabric that covered the symbols.