Dean and Sam lay Bobby on the old mattress, Bobby all wrapped up in a white sheet is being salted by me and yup you guessed it, he's gonna be burned. "Well Bobby said he wanted to go out like a hunter so he is." Dean frowns as he pours the gasoline on Bobby and the mattress. Sam goes inside for what I don't know. "Sam! Get your ass out here!" Shouts Dean. Sam comes out of Bobby's house with a bottle of whiskey. "I think Bobby would want this Dean."
"Son of a bitch would."
" I know something else he would want." I say. I walk inside and grab Bobby's radio then I walk back outside to the boys. I plug the radio in and what do you know, Knockin' on Heaven 's Door by Bob Dylan is playing.
"God there seems to be a damn song for every situation we're in." I say my voice trembling. Sam lights a single match and throws it. The fire crackles and burns away the only real father I knew and what do I do, I just stand there and watch. Dean looks over to me and sees my tears which makes him come over to me. He puts his arms around me and his chin on my head. I can't hold back the tears anymore so I cry into Dean's worn leather jacket.
After we leave Bobby's, Dean and I go to a motel to spend the night. Dean forces Sam to get a room to himself. I guess Dean just wants me to himself tonight. I walk into the room and drop my duffle bag on the purple sheets, Dean does the same. I turn towards Dean, I extend my neck and Dean leans down so we can kiss. I pull from the kiss and I start to talk. "I want to do a lot more than just that tonight Dean. Let's go have some fun in the sheets...naked." I say alluring Dean. "Hell yeah." Dean smiles. And at that we practically rip off our clothes. I'll let your imagination get to you about what we did.
