Destiny's Bitch

Chapter 5, Raising the Dead

We had been in the building for two days, debating on what to do with Sam. I wanted to give him a hunter's funeral so his body couldn't be possessed or otherwise used against us. Bobby wanted to bury him and Dean, well Dean was a class of his own.

I had just finished cleaning Sam's wound and was about to wash down his body in preparation for the final goodbye when I noticed Dean looking at me. I glanced up at his face to find it lacking all emotion. That's when Bobby entered through the front door. "Dean? Ava?" I kept looking at Dean who merely glanced at Bobby. "Brought you this back." I could only assume Bobby had picked up some food for Dean while he was out as Dean was the only one who didn't really eat.

I went back to my task and began to lift the cold hand of the boy before me as I listened to the conversation. "No, thanks. I'm fine." I shook my head as I knew he was anything but. I glanced up at him to meet with the surprisingly dull eyes of Dean Winchester and gave him a gentle smile. "You should eat something."

He stared down at me without as much as a change in his expression save for the slight tilt of his lip, changing his indifference to a frown. "I said I'm fine." He left the doorway and went out into the kitchen where Bobby was standing. Bobby's soft spoken and hesitant voice reached my ears. "Dean... I hate to bring this up. I really do. But don't you think maybe it's time... We bury Sam?"

I looked up in anticipation as I watched Dean's face harden. "No." He sat down in the chair, and I couldn't help but let out a sigh. "Well, we could maybe..." "What? Torch his corpse? Not yet." I got up from my place by Sam's Body and moved to stand beside Dean.

"I know this is hard, and I just want to help you the best way I can but remember: you're not the only one who lost someone. I Lost Jo and Ellen. I don't even know if they're alive, they could be dead for all I know so you and Bobby are the only ones I have left, and I am not about to lose either of you to eternal sleep anytime soon." Dean didn't answer but the huff that escaped his nose let me know I'd been heard.

"I want you to come with me." I looked up at Bobby with wide eyes. Only for Dean to lean on the table with the half-drunk bottle in his hand. "I'm not going anywhere." For the second time in my life, I heard Bobby beg and both times had been within the past two days. "Dean, please." "Would you cut me some slack?" For the first time in my life, I felt the need to defend another person on principle as I listened to Bobby speak.

"I just don't think you should be alone, that's all." I took a step towards Bobby. "He's not alone, I'm here and I can tell you he needs to mourn otherwise he'll end up like me." Bobby gave me a look, but I didn't budge. "I got to admit, I could use your help. Something big is going down... End-Of-The-World big."

"WELL, THEN LET IT END!" Dean's outburst had me flinch and jump back on instinct. Bobby's voice held disbelief as he spoke, but my eyes were glued to the last Winchester. "You don't mean that." Dean pushed back his chair so hard it fell. I couldn't help but back away and lean my back against the nearest wall. "You don't think so? Huh? You don't think I've given enough? You don't think I've paid enough? I'm done with it. All of it. If you know what's good for you, turn around and get the hell out of here."

Dean turned to walk away from Bobby when a rush of anger seemed to take control of him. I closed my eyes and turned away as I instinctively pressed my body further against the wall trying not to make a sound. "GO!!"

Dean's voice was low when he spoke again. "I'm sorry... I'm sorry." The second time he said it his voice sounded closer to me. I carefully opened my eyes to find Dean looking at me with sad eyes before he went to one of the chairs by the table and glanced at Bobby with what I could only believe was shame. "Please just go." Bobby's voice was thick with defeat as he responded. "You know where I'll be."