Angel Wings and Demon Pitchforks

3. It's a Long Way to Sioux Falls

The sky was alight with pinks and blues on the day of the funeral. There wasn't a cloud in the sky when Bobby and Dean lowered John's coffin into the ground. No rain fell as Jo placed the bouquet of lilies underneath the headstone.

John Winchester, Loving Husband.

It was what Michael had engraved and no one could convince him to add anything else. As far as he, and his brothers, were concerned, John had been nothing more than a husband to Mary.

"Does anyone want to say anything?" Bobby asked. Everyone stared at the freshly turned dirt.

"He was a monster," Michael growled. Dean clenched his fists but didn't say anything. "I'm glad he's dead." A moment passed and then Michael turned and walked out of the graveyard. No one stopped him.

Only Dean and Sam cried as they stood next to the grave. Their tears were small and silent, they didn't even realise they were there. Dean cried for the man his father could have been. Sam cried because it was John's fault he was forced to move. Jo felt incredibly out of place next to the grave, she hadn't known John that well, and Bobby hated the man. He was only sad that he had to take the boys away from their lives in Lawrence.

They stayed at the graveside for another ten minutes before Sam turned away, wiping his cheeks. Dean walked over to his brother and brought him in for an embrace.

"Come on, Sammy, let's go." Sam shook his head but let Dean lead him back to Bobby's car.

The impala was still at Bobby's workshop so the Chevelle was packed with their bags and suitcases. Michael was already sitting in the front seat when they arrived. Dean glared at his brother but didn't say anything as he slid into the backseat after Sam, leaving a spot in the middle for Jo. Their legs were up against their chests, their feet resting on boxes.

The car ride was silent. Michael stared out the window, Sam texted Jess, and Dean nodded his head along to his music. Jo read her book, constantly shifting to find a comfortable position between Sam and Dean. After the second hour, Dean had enough.

He tore his headphones off. "Can you sit still?" He snapped at Jo.

"No, because you're taking up all the room."

"I can't move over anymore!"

Michael sensed the tension coming from the back. "Maybe it's time for a pit stop," He said.

"Finally!" Jo sighed. "This time, Sam's in the middle."

"No complaint here," Dean mumbled.

"You're the one who-"

"That's enough Joanna," Bobby said sternly. Jo shut up, crossing her arms and glaring at the back of her dad's chair. "And Dean, I know that you're dad just died, but-"

"But what, Bobby?" Dean snapped.

"You need to drop the attitude," Bobby said. Dean frowned and shoved his headphones back on.

A couple of minutes later, they pulled into a gas station. The teenagers scrambled out onto the solid ground, stretching out the cramps and aches.

"Lunch isn't for another few hours," Bobby said, "can you hold out til we reach Omaha?"

"Yeah," Jo rolled her eyes, "if Dean rides in the trunk."

"I'll put you in the trunk," Dean mumbled.

"I'll leave you both here if you don't shut up," Bobby snapped.

"I'll go in the back with Sam and Dean," Michael said, "Jo can have the front."

"Michael, you are an angel." Jo kissed his cheek and hopped into the passenger seat, stretching her legs out the open door with a sigh.