Capri Coleman was a normal girl, getting ready to graduate college when her life fell apart. Her close friend died in a mysterious fire, she learns that her family's death from years ago might not be what she always thought, and she is thrown into t...
Chapter Six - Children Shouldn't Play With Dead Things
"He is my slut."
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"Come on, Sam. I'm begging you. This is stupid," Dean said, eyes trained on the road before him.
"Why?" Sam asked from the passenger seat.
"Going to visit mom's grave? She doesn't even have a grave. There was no body left after the fire."
"She has a headstone."
"Yeah, put up by our uncle, a man we've never even met. You want to pay your respects to a slab of granite put up by a stranger?" Dean asked.
"Dude, you are so fucking depressing," I said, flipping to the next page of the magazine I held.
"Don't 'dude' me, Witch. I am not your dude."
"You're right. You're my slut," I stated.
"I am not your slut," Dean said. "I am not her slut," he repeated with Sam chuckled.
"He's my slut whether he likes it or not." I flipped the page once more.
"The slab of granite isn't the point," Sam told his brother.
"Well, then enlighten me, Sam," Dean said.
"It's not about a body or a casket. It's about her memory, okay? And after dad, it just...it feels like the right thing to do."
"It's irrational, is what it is."
"Look, man, no one asked you to come," Sam stated.
"Why don't we swing by the roadhouse instead?" Dean asked. "We haven't heard anything on the demon lately."
"Maybe because there is nothing on the demon. Ash said he would call," I pointed out.
"Would you be quiet?"
"No. Not my style." I shut the magazine, dropping it onto the leather seat beside me. "Just like graveyards aren't my thing, so I will not be joining you idiots there."
"That's a good idea. You two should go to the roadhouse," Sam agreed. "Just drop me off, I'll hitch a ride and meet you there tomorrow."
"Deal. Don't pimp yourself out to a lot of people, Sammy. It's dangerous out there. A ride is not worth it," I teased.
"Right." Dean scoffed. "Stuck with those people, making awkward small talk until you show up."
"Ria will be there. She'll scare away anyone who wants to make small talk," Sam said.
"Yeah, fuck you too, dumbass," I said.
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"You know, I've always wanted to have sex in a graveyard," I said as Dean and I walked in the opposite direction of his mother's grave.
