𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐘 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋, d. winchester ₁

𝔁𝔁𝓿𝓲𝓲. shovels and the truth comes out

"THIS WOULD'VE TAKEN LESS time if you would've let me help," Evan remarked with a hint of exasperation, observing Sam and Dean as they laboriously dug into the earth beneath their feet. The air carried the scent of freshly turned soil, and the rhythmic sound of shovels striking dirt filled the air.

"I've already explained this to you," Dean responded, his voice tinged with irritation as he used his foot to drive the shovel deeper into the ground. The metal blade sank into the soft earth with a satisfying squelch. "We didn't have an extra shovel available."

"Well, maybe it's time to consider expanding your tool inventory," Evan retorted, her eyes rolling dramatically. The gesture didn't go unnoticed by Dean, who let out an audible groan of frustration. The tension between them was palpable, crackling in the air like static electricity.

"Are you sure we can just dig a few more feet and bury her here?" Dean glanced over at Sam, his expression a mixture of exhaustion and dark humor.

"We are not burying her, Dean," Sam responded firmly, shooting a stern glare at his brother before turning his disapproving gaze toward Evan. "And yes, we'll get a shovel for you in the future, alright? There. The matter is settled." His tone brooked no argument, effectively putting an end to the bickering.

Evan's eyes performed yet another dramatic roll, but before she could formulate a retort, a sharp metallic clang pierced the night air. The sound of metal striking metal immediately drew her attention back to Sam and Dean. Her eyes widened as she watched them unearth a small red bicycle from the depths of the earth, its paint dulled by years of burial but still unmistakably vibrant against the dark soil.

"Peter's bike," Sam breathed out, his voice barely above a whisper. The gravity of their discovery hung heavy in the air, but before they could fully process its implications, the sound of approaching footsteps shattered the moment of revelation.

"Who are you?" A gruff voice demanded, accompanied by the ominous click of a gun being cocked. The trio spun around, their eyes widening in alarm as they found themselves face to face with Sheriff Devens, his weapon trained steadily on them. "How did you know that was there?" The sheriff's voice was a mixture of suspicion and barely concealed fear, his finger hovering dangerously close to the trigger.

Evan inhaled sharply, struggling to maintain a neutral expression despite the fear that threatened to overwhelm her. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest, each beat seeming to echo in the tense silence. "What happened?" Dean questioned, his voice steady despite the danger. His hand moved slowly, almost imperceptibly, to grasp Evan's arm. "You and Bill kill Peter?" As he spoke, Dean gently pulled Evan behind him, the movement so subtle it was barely noticeable. "Drowned him in the lake and then buried the bike?" Dean pressed on, his grip on Evan tightening slightly as he positioned her safely behind his body. "You can't bury the truth, Jake. Nothing stays buried"

"I don't know what the hell you're talking about," Sheriff Devens retorted, his gaze fixed intently on Dean. The sunlight glinted off the barrel of his gun, a constant reminder of the precarious situation they found themselves in.

"You and Bill killed Peter Sweeney thirty-five years ago," Dean stated firmly, his eyes never leaving the sheriff's face. Sam stood beside him, equally focused on Devens, while Evan kept her gaze trained on the sheriff's trigger finger, ready to duck at the slightest twitch. "That's what."

"Dad!" Andrea's voice cut through the tension as she came running towards them, her eyes wide with fear as she took in the scene before her, gaze darting between her father and the trio.

"And now you've got one seriously pissed-off spirit," Dean began, his voice low and urgent.

Sam picked up where his brother left off, "It's gonna take Andrea, Lucas, everyone you love. It's gonna drown them, and it's gonna drag their bodies God knows where, so you can feel the same pain Peter's mom felt. And then, after that, it's gonna take you. And it's not gonna stop until it does."