Back in Black

Chapter 10

Dean and Sam were in Lawrence, mostly to visit their mother's grave and bury John's dog tags in the plot. While they might have hated his guts, he did devote most of his life since that day to hunting her killer. That was enough of a reason to at least bury a part of him with his wife, even if he did have a third son with another woman several years later.

Dean laid he flowers while Sam buried the dog tags in the ground...before Bear whined loudly.

"What is it boy?"

The dog barked, and immediately trotted over to a plot of land where there was nothing living. Dean and Sam shared a look. Bear had developed a nose for trouble, and this definitely qualified.

They waited until nightfall to start digging, and what they found had Dean groaning in dismay.

"Undead...just great."

"Not an inferi, you think?"

Dean noticed some runes on the casket's coffin, and shook his head.

"Definitely not. I'm betting someone found a resurrection ritual and didn't know that bringing people back to 'life' always ends badly for everyone. Hey Mort," said Dean off handedly.

I hate necromancy, said Mort sourly.

"If we get this chick back to the graveyard and in her coffin, can you make sure she stays there once she's in? I really don't want to haul a freakin' corpse around," said Dean.

Find the lost body and get her back where she belongs, and I'll insure she returns to wherever she was dragged from. I might send a reaper to haunt whoever was stupid enough to bring her back, if you don't get to him first, said Mort.

If there was one thing that annoyed Death, it was necromancy. He didn't care what the reasoning behind it was, if someone was stupid enough to bring another person back from his domain he was going to have words with them. Or at least put the idiot on reaper watch.

Fortunately Dean didn't mind acting as Death's hand when it came to cases like these. Mostly because undead souls were always unstable and turned murderous before long.

"Sam get something from the casket so Bear can track her down. The sooner we get her back in the grave, the better," said Dean.

"Right."

Sam took the pillow from the grave and they carefully hid the open hole and the dirt around it with a spell. No way were they digging that up twice.

It took Bear two hours to locate the house, and they had to wait until nightfall. Fortunately the dog kept the undead chick inside so she couldn't go after her cheating ex-boyfriend like she planned. After that it was a matter of herding her towards the cemetery, which was a lot harder than it sounded because she was hella pissed off at them.

Dean had never been more glad that his creature form was apparently bullet (and apparently) zombie proof in his life. He was still going to be a mess of bruises in the morning though.

Once Sam tripped her into the casket, Mort took care of her with just a touch. Because he couldn't affect the physical realm, he couldn't help with getting her to that spot. The body went limp, rigor mortis setting in mere minutes. Sam tiredly closed the casket and a tag-team of Bear and Stitch put the dirt back with their claws.

The only reason Dean didn't have Bear help them dig more often was because the one time he did, it was a total bitch and a half getting the dog out of the hole. He was simply too heavy to levitate.

Both brothers sagged in relief once the job was done. There would be a minor fight over who got the shower first once they got back to the hotel though.