𝐇𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 > 𝐒𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐥 {𝟏}

𝐈𝐈𝐈

Burning flames. Wrapped corpse. Outside upon the starry night with no moon to shine on. The dynamic trio is back together. Standing in front of the flames. Flames of John Winchester.

Karina remembered the burning corpse of her father, in the house. Seeing it goes in flames. Turned into ashes. She had nothing to do but leave it from her home. Her father, her only home. But now, John Winchester, a man who saved her. A man who gave her an assignment. A man who is a father of the Winchester boys.

Now... Sam and Dean have remained orphans. She lit the match. She had failed. Failed to let them live their lives. Failed her mission. Failed her last wish.

Karina Leone was now a failure.

Sam and Dean are standing, hands in their pockets. Tears on their cheeks. Seeing their father goes burning. The silence between them is deafening. Karina... well... no emotions on her face. No speck of humanity in her eyes. All of them just stare at the flickering flames, remembering.

Karina was between the Winchesters, holding on to her own hands. Together in front of her. Quietly breathing her lungs. Slowly beat in the rhythm with her cold heart.

Sam began to speak as he fidgeted with his crying words. The words to Dean and Karina. "Before he... before he... Did he say anything to you?"

Dean shifted his eyes down, aiming at Sam. Thinking. Closer the sight of Karina. But her eyes didn't move a nudge.

Sam continued to talk to them, with tears rolling down. "About anything?"

Dean moved aside, starting again at the flames. Not looking at Sam or Karina. "No. Nothing."

Sam looked at Dean and Karina beside him. She can feel his eyes on her. His eyes of tears. Dean's tears are still falling down his cheeks. Sam was waiting for her response.

Karina only responded with one word. With her cold tone of voice.

"Ditto."

Sam turned away from her, wanting to hold her hand. Wanted to feel her warmth. Her comfort. Her smile. Her words of hope. Opening up to her. She gave him nothing.

Nothing. Nothing.

Winchesters with tears... as time goes by. The Huntress was between them by their sides.

***

One week later. After the funeral of John Winchester.

There lies Dean Winchester and Karina Leone working together on a hot sunny day. Working on the Impala. At Bobby's junkyard. There was silence between them, but they kept fixing up Dean's car. Sign of comfort and friendship between. Dean said a few words to her about his car, and all she did was a nod.

Dean Winchester was working underneath the car on the roller creeper, wrenching off the part of the car. Karina Leone as her hair is up, with a black tank top and black leggings, with oil on her hands and arms. Worked well covering her scars of injuries and her humanity. She was working the engine part on the empty hood.

Sam Winchester walked to two people who were working on the car. Quiet. He never heard a sound between them besides the sounds of fixing supplies of Impala, and radio music. While then before, Karina hardly spoke a word to Sam for a week, more like avoiding him.

He asked them, "How's the car coming along?"

"Slow."

"Yeah? Need any help?"

Dean finally unscrewed the part of the car and dropped it beside him. "What, you under a hood? I'll pass. Also, three's a crowd for that... since Kay here knows few things about cars."