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─── ⋆⋅🎀⋅⋆“Come on, Sam, I'm begging you. This is stupid” Dean whined from the driver seat of the impala. The older hunter had been crabby ever since Sam brought up the idea of visiting their mothers grave.
It seemed to be a sensitive topic for the older hunter, so Evangeline stayed out of their small bickering, opting for silence as she stared out the window.
It wasn't that she didn't think it was a nice idea. For Sam, at the very least, the huntress was just in a foul mood, ever since she had been reunited with her jerk of a brother.
“Why”?
“Going to visit Mom's grave? She doesn't even have a grave -- there, there was no body left after the fire”.
There was no body to bury Emilia Clarke either. It was somewhere lost in the wood, probably under the growing roots of trees and sunken under the earth, left to decay under the soggy leaves and brush. A bloodied mutated body with stab marks and no parents to mourn her.
Nobody from that night had a body to bury. Not little Liam, with the smile of the sun or scared Izzy, who had been the best friend a girl could ask for.
Evangeline suddenly felt on the side of Dean. What was the point of a headstone with no body? A bitterness blanched in her mouth. Why couldn't her sister at least have a body?
“She has a headstone,” Sam huffed.
“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”.
Evangeline leaned against the window, watching the passing trees.
“Dean, that's not the point”.
“Well then, enlighten me, Sam”.
“It's not about a body, or, or, a casket. It's about her memory, okay”?
Evangeline frowned.
“It's irrational, is what it is” Dean bit back.
“Look, man. No one asked you to come”.
“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”.
“That's a good idea, you should. Just drop me and Evangeline off, we'll hitch a ride, and meet you there tomorrow”.
“Right” Dean chuckled “Stuck ... stuck with those people, making awkward small talk until you two show up? No thanks”.
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Evangeline let out a soft exhale. Peering down at Sam who kneeled in front of the headstone.
