Memoirs of the Supernatural - Phase 2 [COMPLETED]

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Oh, sorry!

I got lost in thoughts for a second.

Sam's body was still warm when we were trying to convince Dean to bury him. There is a tradition among hunters when it comes to funerals. They don't put the corpses 6 feet under but salt and burn them instead. This helps them prevent hunting their own kind. The deceased won't come back to haunt them or anybody else but enjoy the life after death; if there is such a thing. We don't know for sure. Ironic, isn't it? We know so much about ghosts, pagan gods, and how to put them to rest but we don't have a clue about what happens to them after they have been dealt with. Same goes to ordinary people, like Sam. He might be in Heaven, Hell, Limbo, the Fields of Aaru, Nirvana, Elysium or simply stopped existing. A scary thought if you ask me.

(🎶Kyuss - Space Cadet)

In one way or another the body needed to be burnt. First Bobby and I tried baby steps to further the process but Dean, oh man, Dean was out of it. Never seen a lad so broken in my entire life. He just sat next to his lifeless brother's body and looked at him like some kind of delusional madman. Like he was waiting for Sam to wake up in any given second. It was beyond unsettling. And just to top that an eerie and downright disturbing atmosphere towering all over the room was definitely present during those days. Like a veil made of the essence of sorrow and gloom. No wonder I felt the need to clean up. Literally.

I took a bucket of water and a sponge with me to clean the dust and dried slob off of Sam's skin. An innocent act on my behalf, yet Dean, God bless him, was so mardy. He went nuts when he saw me approaching and slapped the container out of my hand. Maybe he thought it was oil and I wanted to prepare for the hunter's funeral without his consent. Either way he was furious. After a heated argument he stormed off and I went after him, however he was driving a car while I was riding a bicycle. That race was unfair from the start.

I went back home to Bobby's ("home", haha) and told him about what happened. He was just as worried if not more than how I was. Sam had to be buried and Dean needed to let go.

Truth to be told I wasn't ready to burn Sam's body either, not after what happened at that burnt down pub. We could dive into the psychology of this question but what good it would do for us, dear friend? I can call you friend, right? Since you've been listening to me this whole time. I'm sure you understand how things were, and I wish Dean had the same point of view like you.

A few hours later someone rang the doorbell and Bobby went to answer it then I heard Dean talking. A silly thought crossed my mind when I believed he might have come around. I've never been so wrong in my entire life. I remained in the kitchen to finish doing the rest of the dishes when I heard another familiar voice. It was Sam's.

"Surely it can't be him. It's just my mind deceiving me."

I walked out and saw the 3 of them having a casual chin-wag like they'd do on any other day. It really was Sam standing there breathing fresh air looking perfectly healthy. He was a bit pale thought but you know, being dead for 2 days unquestionably has its downsides.

"The hell is that...? Am I descending into madness? Is there somebody taking the piss out of me?" – These were the sentences shifting through my mind without actually being said. I stood there for a moment and then in true English fashion I carried on.

And just like that Sam was alive again after we've spent 2 days mourning him and dealing with our losses. It was quite an experience but as tempting as it might be I strongly advise you not to try this at home.

Remember when I said that Dean and I argued? Well, I might have said that I wish Sam back to life and I'd do anything to save him but nobody consulted me in the matter of actually bringing him back from the dead. Normally when this happens they start rotting away and have an uncontrollable hunger for brains. Or maybe I saw too many old monster movies.

I innocently tried to make myself believe that "things can still be fine" using this specific phrase what everyone says right before an imminent breakdown. I should have said something right at the time when I saw him but I was raised with decorum like most of us in the UK. I blanked and didn't have a clue what to do in such a situation. There is no manual on how to act and feel when your most precious friend comes back from the dead and he's sitting in the next room with his sibling and friend waiting for me to show up and to be myself by saying something clever and witty.

After doing the dishes I went back out. Bobby got Dean to follow him outside. I saw the look on his face which suggested that he's about to give the boy the biggest "what on earth were you thinking?!" speech of his life. I was left alone with Sam. I sat next to him and tried to act as natural as I could. I got a tiny bit carried away and hugged him. I felt the warmth of his body and the rhythm of his beating heart. Whatever happened it performed a miracle or a serious cock up. At that moment I was scared and feared that he might drop dead in any moment and I won't have the chance to let him know how important he was to me. Still, haven't said a word. On one hand I was afraid that he might take it the wrong way. I wasn't in love with him. He was more like a brother to me and I felt the same way for Dean. I know I don't mention him as much and don't talk about him in further detail as he would deserve, but it's because we'll get to it later. Trust me on this one. And on the other hand, speaking about emotions... is not my strongest suit.

I'm sure you realised that when I'm telling you these stories I'm not trying to paint a colourful picture of my emotional spectrum and I'm sorry about that. It might sound like an excuse but, darling you better not want to know how it felt like watching the people I cared for dying in front of my eyes or arriving too late to step in and save them. But if you wish I'll try to describe in more depth. Maybe this will do us both good.