[ WP ] Having accidentally killed a close friend of their , describe their actions , thoughts and feeling as they go about trying to dispose of the body .

Dean took a swig from his flask, eyes fixed on something 1000 yards away that was n't there. 
 
 `` It was either this way or their way, Dean. Maybe it's best.'' 
 
 `` Fuck'best'. Jesus, Earl, you sound like the priest back home. Always writing off God's colossal fuckups as part of The Greater Good. Never accountable.'' 
 
 `` They'd have tortured him. They'd have found out about us. Goddamn it, do you think I really wanted it this way?'' 
 
 `` Just shut the fuck up, Earl!'' 
 
 The shotgun was still lying on the rock it'd fallen on, a blue furl of smoke slowing coiling out of its barrel. 
 `` At least we already have a pit.'' Said Earl. 
 
 `` Yeah... We have a pit.'' 
 
 It yawned before them. A hole in soft earth they'd labored on for over two hours. A trickle of blood slipped down its walls and began to pool into the bottom. 
 
 `` We ca n't bury the gold here, Dean. Cadaver dogs might find it.'' 
 
 `` Cadaver dogs.'' Thought Dean aloud, dawning on him that there were whole teams and departments of people with nothing better to do but hunt them down and set them behind bars. They had, at most, 3 days before the police got wind of a missing person. They had 1 day before the Hanlin's would come looking. And the Hanlin's could care less for finding a corpse. The 200 lbs of solid gold ingots in the steel trunk in the bed of his pickup was no simple matter in hiding either. 
 
 `` God damn you, Demetrius. Damn you for dragging us into this mix and then you go and get YOUR GODDAMN HEAD BLOWN OFF!'' Dean's voice roared in the woods, dying off in faint echoes. The corpse's toe twitched, almost mocking him. 
 
 `` Easy, Dean. Easy. He did what any of us would have done in his stead. He fucked up. Twice. Four times, fuck. We wan na live through this... we just got ta pick up and get to it.'' 
 
 Dean hopped down off the tailgate, grabbing Demetrius' bloodstained shirt and picking it off the ground. With a growl he tossed it into the waiting pit. 
 
 `` Should... should we say something?'' Asked Earl. 
 
 Dean stared Earl down. ``... Dear Demetrius. You're probably already in Hell. So thoughtful of you to reserve us tickets.''
