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Free Supernatural Fanfiction – Chapter Summary:

Analina adapts to hunting, becoming adept with ghosts and demons. During a grave dig, she shares personal anecdotes about fears and cemeteries, solidifying her place on the team.

Rating: PG
Contains:  Mild Thematic Elements, Humor and Banter,
No Explicit Content: There is no strong language, sexual content, or graphic violence. The violence is implied by the “salt and burn” method but not explicitly detailed in its execution beyond flames.

CHAPTER ELEVEN:  
Graveyard

Fall 2010

IT DIDN’T TAKE TOO LONG after that to be part of the team. Dean, as well as Sam, was still protective. As I observed and started to do more on their cases with them, I slowly became more accepted.

I seemed to be more of an expert on ghosts and demons, and one could possibly argue angels. A lot of the cases that Sam and Dean ran into involved some sort of vengeful spirits. I found out that those kinds of spirits didn’t usually “go into the light” like the unrested ones. For vengeful spirits, we relied on their usual methods—salt and burn the bones.

DEAN AND I WAITED IN THE CAR as Sam ran into the store for some more salt. This would be the first time that I would see them dig up a grave to salt and burn the bones.

“So you’re not going to freak out on us, are you?” Dean asked, shifting to look at me in the backseat.

“Highly doubtful,” I replied. “I don’t tend to scare very easily at these sorts of things.”

Dean nodded. “And I guess scary movies don’t do what they are supposed to either?”

“No, not usually,” I said, and then smiled.

“What?”

“I just thought of my coworker. She hates scary movies and refuses to watch them. She’s only seen a few and said that she watched them through her fingers,” I laughed softly. “I almost disowned her at that point. I told her we would have to watch one together sometime.”

“Why’s that?”

“Because I tend to laugh at them more than anything,” I said.

“Laugh?” he smiled.

“Slightly inappropriate, I know. But, sometimes,” I shook my head, “I just can’t help it.”

“So what’s your favorite scary movie?” he asked.

I groaned. “Did you quote Scream on purpose or was that accidental?”

He chuckled. “Subconsciously did it. So?”

I thought for a moment. “I guess I would have to say The Exorcist. For two reasons: First, it was based on a true story despite that it was supposed to be a boy. And the second is how they filmed it without any special effects or anything. That was impressive. Especially her doing that spider walk down the stairs.”

He nodded in agreement. “A classic. It also hits a little close to home.”

“True. Thankfully, pea soup wasn’t involved with any of the things that happened to my family.” I smiled as I remembered something. “You know, my parents used to come home from work when I was little around the same time. They would hobble out of their cars and quite literally look like those zombies in the Night of the Living Dead.”

Dean laughed.

“So when we watched the movie together, they laughed and pointed out that’s how they look like coming home from work. Now I can’t keep a straight face when watching those movies.”

“Night of the Living Dead is one of my favorites.”

“We were kind of partial to Dawn of the Dead since it was filmed in the mall near our old house,” I said.

“Really?”

“Yep, I got the background story of my parents’ younger days in that movie. That ice skating rink is no longer there, and things like that.”

“Yeah, that would be cool… If there was a zombie apocalypse, being trapped in a mall would have its benefits.” He paused a moment. “So scary movies don’t scare you. What does?”

“People,” I said right away. He lifted an eyebrow at that. “Well, large groups of people. Although there have been some individuals that fit the bill.”

He snorted. “Like I say: demons I get, people are just crazy.”

“I’m also scared of heights. I can do heights if I have to, but I would prefer not to,” I said.

“Heights, huh?”

I nodded. “My family and I went to the Kinzua Bridge not that long ago. It’s this very high railroad bridge. It’s a tourist thing, but you can walk all the way down to the end of it—which is about half of the original bridge. At the end is an observation area and a glass bottom. But, the bridge is just wooden slats, so if you look down, you can see in between them. And it’s high. Like really high.”

“Did you do it?”

“Oh yes, I did it as calmly as my pounding heart would allow. I walked briskly to the observation deck. Sat down on the bench there. Waited while they took their pictures and things. I purposely stayed away from the glass bottom. Then, I briskly walked back to terra firma,” I said with a smile. “It was absolutely terrifying.”

I swore he smiled in appreciation at that.

“What about you?” I asked. He was not getting off this easy. “What are you afraid of? And, I hope it’s not ghosts.”

He smiled. “No, I’m not scared of no ghosts.” I smiled at another movie reference.

“Cone of silence,” I prompted when he didn’t answer.

He smiled and looked down at his hands for a moment. He looked back up and said, “Flying.”

That was all he said. He shrugged his shoulders a little.

“You know, I’m slightly disappointed in that answer.”

“Why’s that?” he asked.

“It just seems too normal for you,” I said with a little chuckle.

He grinned, becoming more comfortable again. “Sorry to disappoint.”

Sam was walking towards us. Dean started the car, and we were off to the graveyard.

We waited until it was dark, which wasn’t a long wait. Desecrating graves in the daylight was probably not a bright idea. Sam and Dean grabbed their stuff, and we headed over to Timothy Carr’s grave.

“Being in a cemetery at night doesn’t scare you?” Sam asked, as we walked. I saw Dean glance over with a smile at the question.

“Nope,” I answered.

They dropped the bag in front of the grave, and Dean handed me the flashlight.

“I used to live two blocks from a cemetery, so cemeteries don’t scare me.”

They brought out two shovels.

“Care to dig?” Dean asked, holding the shovel up.

“Thanks, but I’ll hold the flashlight,” I said with a smile and stood behind the marker as they started to dig.

“We used to take walks through the cemetery when I was growing up,” I continued. “We didn’t really have a park to go to, so we took walks around the cemetery.”

“So you played with dead people?” Dean smirked as he flung dirt to the side.

“Nah, we weren’t cool enough to play with them,” I joked. “We did see some interesting graves.”

“Oh yeah?” Sam asked.

“My favorite one was—well, actually I can see Dean wanting this for his with a few minor changes—the headstone had a champagne glass and the words ‘the party is over’ written on it.”

They laughed.

“For my birthday….I think it was my thirteenth,” I said, thinking back. “I can’t remember. Anyway, my birthday is in October, so we would sometimes do Halloween-ish things. This birthday, we went to the cemetery at night to see ghosts.”

“You know that ghosts rarely haunt a cemetery, right?” Dean asked, wiping his brow. He looked up at me.

“Yeah, but they didn’t,” I said with a smile. “Anyway, on our way up to the cemetery, there was this corner house that had some troublesome older teens in it at the time. Well, they decided to follow us at a distance. So, we get to the cemetery and go in, but they were too scared to follow us past the open gate.”

I heard some chuckling in the hole below. “They also didn’t know about the hole in the fence on the side either,” I added.

“How long did they stay there waiting for you?” Dean asked.

I shrugged. “Not sure. I would imagine that they eventually gave up. It’s a large cemetery and connected to a second one by a small wall. There’s more than one way to get in and out of it without anyone seeing.”

They dug some more as I lapsed into silence, watching them work. They made it look so easy, and they worked fast. Sam eventually jumped out as Dean continued to work. The hole was getting too deep for two grown men to be in there shoveling dirt.

Dean glanced up at me. “You sure you don’t want to try it out?” He waved the shovel at me again.

“Nope, I’m enjoying myself just fine, thank you. I have a nice view.”

He scooped up some dirt and threw it in my direction. I ducked behind the gravestone just in time.

“Not nice,” I reprimanded lightly.

He smiled. “I thought you liked the view.”

“The view is fine. The attitude could be adjusted,” I jested.

“Alright, you two, are we going to finish this before dawn?” Sam asked.

Dean rolled his eyes and continued to work. A minute later, he hit something. A little more work, and he pried open the lid. Skeletal remains stared up at us. It was actually kind of gross, but I was okay as long as I didn’t think about it being real. Dean jumped out of the hole, and Sam started to pour salt over the body. Dean added the gasoline and then reached into his pocket for a packet of matches. Lighting the whole packet, he dropped it into the grave, causing an eruption of flames. The spirit was now free.

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