Capri Coleman was a normal girl, getting ready to graduate college when her life fell apart. Her close friend died in a mysterious fire, she learns that her family's death from years ago might not be what she always thought, and she is thrown into t...
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"Would you get the flashlight out of my eyes?" Dean asked through a grunt as he tossed another shove-full of dirt.
"Sure," I said, moving the beam of the light directly into his eyes for a moment.
When I moved the light downward toward the grave, Dean looked up to glare at me. I smiled back. He continued to dig, grumbling under his breath.
"What was that?" I teased. "I didn't hear you."
"I said you're gonna fucking get it if you don't stop screwing around," he replied. "Should've left your ass back at the motel."
"Would you two stop screwing around?" Sam asked through a breath.
Once uncovering the casket, Dean straightened his back. "Ladies first." He looked at Sam.
Sam sighed, leaning down to prop open the top of the coffin.
For a moment, they both stared blankly. I walked around to the other side of the grave to see the body only there wasn't one.
"Now I'm new to this whole grave robbing thing, but usually there are bodies in the coffins, no?" I asked.
"They buried the body four days ago," Dean stated.
"I don't get it," Sam said. "Wait, Ria, move your light."
"Which way?" I asked, unsure what he was seeing.
Sam reached up, gently taking my wrist and guiding my hand to shine on the underside of the top of the casket where part of the fabric had been ripped. I knelt to get a better look and hold the light on the area better.
On the wood were weird carvings, symbols.
"What is that?" Dean asked.
"I'm not sure," Sam answered.
Realization crossed Dean's face. "I've seen these kinds of symbols before."
⛤⛤⛤
"Just wait here. There could be a zombie in this guy's house," Dean told me.
I crossed my arms my chest as the three of us stood on the sidewalk a few blocks down from Mr. Mason's house. "So what if you guys die? Do I get the car...? If so, can I have the keys now?"
"Ria," Sam complained.
"Then let me come with you guys. It's been a year and a half. I can handle myself," I stated.
"I think Dean's right. It's safer if you hang back, but the comments about our death aren't reassuring."
