Don't Leave Me-SPN S2

Chapter 4 - Children Shouldn't Play with Dead Things

The Impala zoomed down a two-lane blacktop. Dean is driving, me in the passenger's seat and Sam in the back.

"Come on, Sam, I'm begging you. This is stupid." Dean said.

"Why?" Sam asked.

"Going to visit Mom's grave? She doesn't even have a grave, there was no body left after the fire." Dean said.

"She has a headstone." Sam said.

"Yeah, put up by her uncle, a man we've never even met. So you want to go pay your respects to a slab of granite put up by a stranger?" Dean said.

"Dean, that's not the point." Sam said.

"Well then, enlighten me, Sam." Dean said.

"It's not about a body, or, or a casket. It's about her memory, okay?" Sam said.

"Hmmm." Dean said.

"And after Dad it just... just feels like the right thing to do." Sam said.

"It's irrational is what it is." Dean said.

"Look, man. No one asked you to come." Sam said.

"Why don't we swing by the roadhouse instead? I mean, we haven't heard anything about the demon lately, we should be hunting that son of a bitch down." Dean said.

"That's a good idea, you two should. Just drop me off, I'll hitch a ride, and I'll meet you there tomorrow." Sam said.

"Right. To be... stuck with those people, making awkward small talk until you show up? No thanks." I said.

We made it to Lawrence Cemetery. Sam kneeled before a headstone, digging in the ground with a folding knife. He pulled a set of dog tags out of his pocket. He sighed.

"I think, um, I think Dad would have wanted you to have these." Sam said. He buried them.

"I love you, Mom." Sam said. Nearby, Dean was standing by another gravestone, marked as 'Loving Father'. He saw a dying tree, and stopped, frowning. He walked over to it and noticed a perfect circle of dead grass surrounding a gravestone. He crouched down, fingering dead flowers.

Some time had passed. I was with Dean now. He had shown me the ground he found. He took a card from a man in a suit, then walked over to Sam.

"Angela Mason. She was a student at the local college; funeral was three days ago." Dean said.

"And?" Sam asked.

"And? You saw her grave. Everything dead around it, in a perfect circle? You don't think that's a little weird?" I said.

"Maybe the groundskeeper went a little agro with the pesticide." Sam said.

"No, I asked him, I asked him. No pesticide, no chemicals. Nobody can explain it." Dean said.

"Okay, so what are you thinking?" Sam asked.

"I dunno. Unholy ground, maybe?" I said.

"Un-" Sam said.

"What? If something evil happened there, it could easily poison the ground. Remember the farm outside of Cedar Rapids?" Dean said.

"Yeah, b-" Sam said.

"Could be the sign of a demonic presence. Or the, the Angela girl's spirit, if it's powerful enough." Dean said. Sam nodded, and turned away.

"Well, don't get too excited, you might pull something." Dean said.

"It's just... stumbling onto a hunt? Here, of all places?" Sam asked.

"So?" Dean asked.

"So? Are you sure this is about a hunt, and not about something else?" Sam asked.