greycen :; sam winchester

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sam and dean wanted to be nice for their friend who had passed away.

so, they had decided to have a proper funeral.

being hunters, they of course had her cremated.

"ok, how do you spell samantha's last name?" the man had asked, getting the name for her tombstone.

dean elbowed sam knowing sam would want to answer this question more than anything in the world at the moment.

"g-r-e-y-c-e-n." sam quickly replied, the man writing down every letter.

"what is it? like, how do you pronounce it?" he asked, awkwardly chuckling.

"it's greycen."

sam winchester simply said,

because he always knew.

The End

A/N: I thought of this story in the middle of the night and wrote and finished it in the same middle of the night I need to be applauded.

hope this hurt your heart as much as it hurt mine.

the whole witch fight wasn't the best and it might not be super logical and crap but I didn't feel like putting in detail and logic haha

If you enjoyed this story, read "Froot Loop :; castiel" it's another story of mine with the same style as this one, hopefully you'd enjoy it. You could also check out "drink :; dean winchester" because yeahhh also same style!! heehee

Thank you!

goodnight now :)