They were finally digging up the correct grave. Sam had argued they should wait until it was pitch black, but Dean figured twilight was close enough. "Besides," he argued, "the longer we wait, the more likely your feds will be on us."
Sam sighed, shoving his shovel back into the dirt. Dean copied his actions and together the brothers dug their way down to the simple pine box buried beneath.
Dean pried open the lid of the coffin with his crowbar - the unpleasant stench of death hitting him. He shook his head. "Never get used to that." Then he began handing the bones up to Sam who was still standing above. Dean supposed he should be glad this wasn't a meaty corpse.
"Come on, Sammy, help me up," Dean said once the entire skeleton had been put into the canvas bag they'd brought.
"Getting weak in your old age, huh?" the younger brother goaded.
Dean glared and was about to retort about how he could still throw the sasquatch across the damn cemetery when the distinct sound of heavy footsteps invaded the night's silence.
Sam switched off his flashlight and Dean roughly hauled himself from the grave. They'd been caught.
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FanfictionA Supernatural, Criminal Minds, and Bones Crossover. Co-written by siblings. *Swearing* After bones are scattered across the highway out of Sam and Dean's 1967 chevy impala, the FBI's best are sent to investigate. And of course it's fanfiction, I ow...
