Why not? Destiel & Sam/Jess (high school AU)

Uncovering old ghosts

Dean

This is my fault. Sammy, 13 year old Sammy, how could I leave him there? And Aiden, he, he...

I don't remember how long I've been driving for. I lost track of all time. It doesn't matter anyways. Nothing matters except getting Sammy back.

God! How could I be so selfish? How could I leave him there when he was the one who needed to escape the most?

I couldn't take it anymore. My head felt like it might burst. I slammed on the brakes and pushed open the door. I ran to the side of the street and fell onto my hands and knees and vomited whatever was left of lunch I had eaten that day.

I laid there, staring at the puddle I had made. I couldn't bring myself to get back in the car, so I decided to walk to my destination.

I walked for miles. I was dehydrated, but I barely even noticed. I don't even deserve to drink water. It felt like years before I finally arrived. I stood in front of the gated cemetery labeled old oak cemetery. I toke a deep breath. It had been so long since I last visited here. Dad never wanted to go.

I trudged across all the other deceased graves until I reached the one I was searching for. The small tomb read

here lies Mary Winchester
Loving wife and mother of two
Forever missed
Rip

It was always hard for me to come here. I knelt down in front of the grave and stared at it as if she was still here.

"I'm so sorry, mom," I started. I immediately choked on my own words. I didn't want to cry, but I couldn't hold them in anymore. "I failed. I couldn't do it. I couldn't protect him. He's my little brother, and I ruined everything." I looked down at my feet, down at the dirt.

I knew her body wasn't there. Her body was all ash from the fire. But I still felt her with me.

"I know what you're thinking, Dean." Said a whispery voice coming from behind me. I immidialaty grabbed my gun from my pocket and spun around. I was ready to shoot, but as soon as I saw who it was, my hands fell to my side and the gun to the ground.

"Mom?" I said. No. It can't be her. She looked the same as she did that night, that horrible night. Except, she looked, tired, more worn out. She smiled, and I wanted to start crying. She moved towards me.

"Dean," she said. I couldn't believe this. It had to be a trick. A terrible, twisted trick. I couldn't say anything, my voice was caught in my throat. Smile faded away, and she stood still.

"Mom? What's wrong?" I asked. She started to look how she did when I first saw her. She looked weak.

"You have to stop this," she said. Everybody is saying to stop this, but I don't even know what it is!

"Stop what mom?" She frowned slightly.

"You have to burn it. Please." She said. What was she talking about? Burn what? She started to fade away. I could tell she was trying to hold on, but she just wasn't strong enough.

"Mom! No! Please, please don't go." I begged. Her frown quickly turned into the smile once again.

"It wasn't your fault Dean." Was all she said before she was completely gone. I stood there, overwhelmed. What just happened? What the fuck is going on?

I know what you're thinking, Dean. You have to stop this. You have to burn it. It wasn't your fault Dean. Her voice replayed in my head. It almost sounded like she was trying to start sentences, but she wasn't able to finish them. None of it made sense to me. Honestly, I wasn't really thinking about what it meant at the moment. I heard my moms voice for the first time in 13 years. But it couldn't have been her, could it? No, her body was burned when she died.