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When; July 14th, after this
Rating; Uhh, maybe PG-13 for language? IDEK.
Characters; [Bad username or site: srsbusinessk title= @ livejournal.com], [Bad username or site: dude_imbatman title= @ livejournal.com], and later [Bad username or site: backseatangel title= @ livejournal.com], [Bad username or site: rehymenator title= @ livejournal.com], [Bad username or site: gotanotherplan title= @ livejournal.com]
Summary; Gravediggers Plot! Dean was digging in Jess' grave to prove to Sammy that he didn't get her killed again, when the grave decided to swallow him whole instead. Cue one extremely freaked out little brother, running to his friends for help as Dean tries to escape.
Log; Seeing Jess over the 4th-wall weekend seemed like a blessing, and Sam hadn't been happier in longer than he could really remember. But of course, everything always comes with a price, and Sam dwells on this fact as he waits in the Impala for Dean to finish digging up Jessica's grave. He doesn't know what to hope for, what to expect. Whether he'd prefer for it to be empty as proof that she wasn't killed, or for it to hold her body as proof that she was ever there at all. Regardless, they'll find out soon enough. Sam would help Dean dig, but he can't handle it right now. Besides, it won't take Dean that long to find the coffin, even on his own. No big deal, right?

Except that Dean doesn't come back to report his findings. Sam waits in the car for what feels like years but really amounts to an hour and a half before he realizes something is wrong. It shouldn't be taking him this long. He gets out of the Impala and heads back over to the grave warily. "Dean? You okay down there?" he calls out as he comes up on the hole, only to find it...empty.

Eyes widen, all signals go into red alert, and Sam looks around the cemetery wildly. "Dean?" Nothing. Nowhere. He's nowhere. He's gone. "Dean!!"

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No Dean isn't there because Dean is in the catacombs below the cemetery fighting zombies. Good thing he has John's machete on him. He's just cleared a particular strip of hallway when he hears Sam's voice over his device. He presses a button down and does what comes naturally: taking care of Sammy.

"Sam! Sammy! I'm okay. Somehow I ended up underneath the cemetery."

At first, Sam doesn't realize where Dean's voice is coming from. He's so panicked and worried that he looks around, thinking Dean's just hiding somewhere. A cruel joke? Please?

But to his dismay, he soon realizes the device is on in his pocket. He pulls it out and does what comes naturally: berates the hell out of Dean.

"Okay? How the Hell is this okay?" He's yelling, but it's just because he doesn't want Dean fighting without him. They're supposed to be a team, goddammit. "How did you even get down there?"

At least this is normal. That's good. "How the hell do you think? I got sucked in," Dean yells back. "There's gotta be a way out of here. I'll find it. Don't worry."

"Fuck that, Dean, I am not letting you stay down there alone." Because he can't. Sam can't let go of him, can't let Dean wander through danger without him by his side. They'd been through too much for too long and he'll be damned before he lets Dean fight alone.

Literally.

So Sam picks up the shovel and continues the digging in Jess', the device in his pocket and as loud as it can be so he can still hear Dean while he digs. And digs. And digs. And continues to find nothing.

"Sam, go back to the Impala and wait. Do not get your ass sucked in here with me. Do you understand?" Yeah, sorry Deano. No matter how much you use the 'John Winchester' voice he's probably not listening considering that Sam didn't listen to the real John Winchester much.

"I'll figure a way out. Can't be that damn hard. It's all dirt. Good news is, there's no body."

At least not Jess'. There do happen to be a ton of zombies wandering around. Fantastic.

God, if he isn't killing his girlfriend, he's killing his brother. There's just no end to it. "That isn't," he falters for a second, and there's a grunt from digging up a huge pile of dirt before he continues, "That isn't important right now. What's important is getting you out of there, and you aren't doing it alone. I won't let you."

"Dude, I'm not five. I'll be okay." He's actually sort of getting worried about the food and water situation. Dean's capable of not eating every three hours. He just doesn't like it. "Take care of yourself or when I get out of here I'm gonna kick your ass."

He's digging a lot, and doesn't seem to be getting anywhere, and Dean's stubbornness isn't helping his frustration. Sam throws the shovel at the opposite wall of the grave and grabs his device again. "Dean, I'm not leaving you, okay?! I," he lowers his head and exhales shortly, "I can't."

When Winchesters get desperate, they get crazy. And Sammy's going a little bit crazy. He can't protect Dean from up here, and for all they know, he could die down there. No way he's letting him die alone. So he's concentrating as hard as he can on Dean's location. He's never angel-bussed on purpose before, but desperate times call for desperate measures. And those measures seem to start with a really bad headache.

"Sammy, you're not leaving me. You're going to find help," Dean tells him. He needs to get Sam out of here. There's a moan, some bitching and cursing, the sound of hacking and when Dean speaks again he's a little out of breath.

"Friggin' zombies. I'm serious, Dude. Go get help. I'll be hanging around here. With the zombies."

"And let you have all that fun by yourself? No way, man. I'm coming down there, right, now." And Sam disappears from the cemetery. But much to his dismay, he doesn't reappear next to his brother, but rather in the apartment. And not gracefully either, but thrown against the wall like something had forced him back. He lays there groaning as the headache multiplies in intensity.

Jo was sitting on the couch listening to music when Sam made his grand entrance, and she nearly knocks over the coffee table from standing up too quickly. She's ready to scream, something, before she realizes it's him.

"What the hell, Sam?!" She's at his side in a second, trying to look him over. He... blipped. Only Castiel blips. Well, used to. "What happened, are you okay?"

Sam can't really see her at first, the pain is blinding, but it fades a lot faster and easier than the last time he blipped, and he immediately starts searching around for his device. "Dean. Dean, he's trapped under the cemetery. We gotta help him, Jo." Desperation doesn't even begin to describe, Jo.

He shakily gets to his feet and grabs his device that skittered a few feet across the floor. Ooh, but maybe moving wasn't such a good idea just yet, and Sam stumbles to the couch before he lands his ass on the floor again. He sits there with a hand over his face, trying to calm down, when Dean's voice comes in through his device again.

Jo tries to talk, tries to tell Sam to calm down, or maybe ask him what exactly trapped under the cemetery meant, but she only gapes for a second. If it drove Sam to try and blip of all things, it meant. It wasn't.

She follows him back to the couch, but okay it's really hard to help steady someone who's about twice your size, though she's shushing and reaching for the device as soon as she hears something. "Dean? It's Jo, I'm with Sam. What's going on?"

Castiel had been avoiding mostly everyone, the rush of memories back made him yearn for his old self and that old self was prone to taking time alone to-- well, it didn't matter now. Because Sam was something of a mystery and apparently they had switched roles.

He walks toward the couch with a glass of water and, rather unceremoniously, splashes it in Sam's face. Whether it's simply to help him wakey wake or some kind of resentment at his sudden ability via crazy archangel passenger to fucking appear out of thin air, he'll never tell.

"Sam, get it together. Where's Dean?"

All of the thoughts going on at once, fear and guilt, pain from blipping, worry, concern, Dean - it all hits the brakes for a moment when Cas splashes him. Sam's head is on fire and he doesn't want to calm down, but there are others in the same position right. People that can help. Family.

It takes Sam a minute to find his bearings and respond. "Uh, he's," he closes his eyes and shakes his head, "He was digging, in Jessica's grave, and it. It pulled him in. Under the cemetery." More shaking of his head and he looks up at Cas and good God, if the desperate puppy eyes aren't on full blast. "I dug in that grave for nearly an hour, and a lot deeper than Dean did. And when that didn't work, I tried teleporting down there and got thrown back here."

He drops his dripping wet head into his hands, "Dean's trapped down there alone."

Dean doesn't bug Sam for a while. He's busy fighting zombies and ghouls. He figures Sam did what he told him to. In any case it's probably twenty minutes to a half hour before Dean tries to contact him again. This time Dean's voice sounds like he's in pain. Because he is. He's been chomped on by a zombie and he's really hoping all the movies are wrong.

"Sammy? You okay?"

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Posting order Jo, Dean, Sam?

Posting order Jo, Dean, Sam?

/c-c-combo breaker? should i be here?

/sob I don't even know /replies just cause she can

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