Coping (Sam)

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--Sam--

I swallowed my pain and anguish, as Dean and Keyla fought. My mind was hazy, I couldn't focus on anything but the pain if having my sister dead. I turned my body so that I was facing Dean and Keyla, who was now hugging quite intimately. I smiled despite my grief, Dean had met his match. I shook my head before I let my thoughts wonder to my own lonely state. I hugged Paige's body closer to myself and felt the moisture fill my eyes once more.

"Dean," I whispered, my voice foreign to even my own ears. Dean didn't hear me, though, and so I spoke up. "Dean," I said louder, and this time I had captured his attention.

"Yes Sammy?" He asked, his voice filled with grief again as he looked from me to Paige's body in my arms. I cleared my throat to clear the lump that was forming over my next sentence.

"She needs a proper service, her body may be slowly turning into ash but she needs to be put to rest right. She deserves that for the horrible way she had to go." I said mournfully. Dean nodded, his eyes clouded and filled with grief.

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