the prophecy, spn [ 1 ]

028. children shouldn't play with dead things

"Come on, Sam, I'm begging you. This is stupid." Dean says as he drives.

"Why?" Sam asks.

"Going to visit mom's grave? She doesn't even have a grave. There-- there was no body left after the fire." Dean says.

"She has a headstone." Sam says.

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

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

"Well then, enlighten me, Sam."

"It's not about a body, or-- or a casket. It's about her memory, okay? And after dad, even though he sucked, it-- it just feels like the right thing to do. I don't know why."

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

"Hey." Thomas smacks him over the head. "How people deal with emotions is not for you to judge unless they're hurting you. Sam isn't hurting anyone."

"He's making me drive all the way out here." Dean says.

"Boo-fucking-hoo. It's not causing harm." Thomas says.

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

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

"That's a good idea, you should. Just drop us off, we'll hitch a ride, and we'll meet you there tomorrow." Sam says.

"Hitch a-- what?" Rachel asks. "I'd rather walk."

"Yeah, right, got it." Sam brushes her off.

"Right. Heh. Stuck... stuck with those people, making awkward small talk until you show up? No thanks." Dean says.

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Thomas walks over to Sam who is still knelt by Mary's grave. He watches Sam bury John's dog tags.

"I love you, mom."

"You all right?" Thomas quietly asks.

"Yeah." Sam clears his throat, wiping his face. "Yeah. Fine." He gets up.

"I wasn't-- I wasn't trying to make you stop." Thomas says.

"No. No, I-I was pretty much done anyway." Sam shrugs.

"Right." Thomas mumbles. He pats Sam on the head before walking to the car to check on Rachel.

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"Angela Mason." Dean says, walking over to his siblings. "She was a student at the local college, funeral was three days ago."

"And?" Sam asks as they head back to the car.

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

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

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

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

"I dunno. Unholy ground, maybe?"

"Un--" Sam stops.

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

"Yeah, b--"