someone to stay, supernatural [ 1 ]

067. september eighteenth

Natalie deeply inhales, her eyes shooting open as she looks around the coffin she's in. She immediately hits the top of it a few times, dirt falling down making her cough.

"Hello?" She calls, her voice hoarse. She hits the coffin a few more times, more dirt falling down.

Managing to break the coffin, she beings to dig up so hopefully she makes it above ground. She keeps her eyes and mouth shut, doing her best to get out quickly before she dies -- again.

Putting her hand up, she feels it not be surrounded by anything, letting her know she's close. Natalie continues to move at the dirt, flinching when she feels two hands grab her free hand.

Natalie lets the person pull her out of the dirt, the woman gasping and coughing for air once she lands on the ground. She looks up, finding her older brother sitting by her. His green eyes stare at her in shock, tears even starting to gather in them.

"Dean." She weakly calls, her voice quiet. Dean immediately pulls her into a hug, tightly holding her, one of his hands balling part of her shirt in his hand. Natalie hugs him back, her head resting on his shoulder. She takes deep breaths, still trying to get used to breathing again.

Dean's other hand rests on her head and he tries to brush some of the dirt out of her hair.

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The two siblings reach a gas station, but the door's locked and nobody's inside. Dean takes his outer shirt off and rolls it around his hand. He bunches the glass and reaches inside, unlocking the door. The two go inside and go to the fridge, getting water out. They both gulp down the water, Natalie going until the bottle's practically empty.

"Oh, that feels good." She leaves out a heavy sigh.

"Yeah." Dean mumbles, agreeing.

"Who the fuck buries a claustrophobic person?" Natalie questions.

"Educated guess? Your twin." Dean says, walking around. He finds a newspaper and looks at the date. "September 18th, 2008."

"What? It's only been four months?" Natalie asks and Dean nods.

"Hey. Uh... um... well, I..." Dean stammers.

"Dean." Natalie stops him. "It's okay. I know it wasn't you. I'm not... scared of you or mad."

"You sure?" Dean asks.

"Yeah. Scarred for life? Definitely. But... scarred from everything."

"Right. Right, yeah, me, too." Dean mumbles. "I'm still sorry."

"I know." Natalie weakly smiles.

Natalie walks past him when she spots the snack aisle, and she passes his cheek in passing.

Dean goes over to the sink and washes up, getting the dirt that he can off.

Dean stares at himself in the mirror and pulls his shirt up to reveal his chest -- completely unscathed. He pushes his shirt down and notices something on his arm. Pulling his sleeve up, he finds a raw handprint that looks like he's been branded.

"Uh... Nat?" Dean calls. She turns to him, a granola bar hanging out of her mouth while she opens a Snickers bar. "Do you have one of these?" He shows her the handprint.

Natalie's eyebrows furrow and she pushes her right sleeve up, finding a matching handprint.

"What the fuck?!" She exclaims, the granola bar falling to the floor. "I'm sorry, but isn't that some sort of assault? Dude, what the hell?"

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They get a bunch of snacks and water into plastic bags. Dean finds a shelf containing porno mags and he stuffs some into his bag.