Beautiful ( a Supernatural DEAN x OC ff)

What's Dead

A/N: Heyyy lovelies. I mean three chapters in chronological order?! Whaaaaat? But seriously guys I love this plotline so much right now. I hope y'all enjoy! Hoping to get y'all some more chapters soon, but after today it depends on rehearsal schedule again. Love y'all and here's hoping I can keep this pace up!

Daylight trickled through the dirty windows. It settled on Sam and Lillian, making it look like they were merely sleeping one the table they laid out on. Aside from the blood and gore that covered Lil's abdomen of course. Dean stood nearby, a bottle in hand, watching the two of them as if simply waiting for them to wake. The stench was almost unbearable as it settled into the wooden walls. Memories of the three of them together flashed through his mind.

"Die Hard or Home Alone?" Bobby had asked his daughter. "The boys can't make up their minds."

"Die Hard isn't a Christmas movie," Sam had whined.

"Yeah, but it's awesome so who cares."

"How about a double feature?" Lil had decided.

He smirked, fighting tears at the memory.

"Okay..." Sam had whispered. "....three... two... one... Now!"

Lil had squealed with delight as she'd walked in and the boys jumped out. "Happy birthday!" they'd shouted in unison.

"You guys are amazing, you know that."

"Ah!" Dean had laughed even as he hugged her. "No chick flick moments!"

The door creaked open, forcing Dean away from his happy memories. Bobby stood in the doorway, carefully looking at the only living person in the room. He gestured to the bucket of fried chicken he carried "Brought you this back."

Dean shook his head, unable to muster up the energy for even a smile. "No, thanks. I'm fine.".

Bobby sighed, shaking his head. "You should eat something."

"I said I'm fine!" he snapped. He took a long swing of whiskey.

An awkward silence settled as Bobby walked through to the next room, turning his gaze towards the ceiling. Tear formed in his eyes as he thought through what he was about to say. "Dean..." he choked out at last. "I hate to bring this up. You know I do, but... Don't you think maybe it's about time we..." he choked on the sentence before it could finish. After a pause to regain his composure, he tried again. "...Don't you think it's time we buried them?"

The Winchester boy looked up, cold determination in his eyes. "No."

Bobby squeezed his eyes shut, trying desperately to think of a way to get through to the Winchester boy who was sitting. "We could..." He took a deep breath. "Maybe..."

"What torch their corpses?" Dean shook his head. "Not yet."

Bobby leaned past the bodies to look the boy who had always been like a son to him in the eyes. "I want you to come with me."

Dean's fist clenched as he again shook his head, turning his attention away again. "I'm not going anywhere."

"Dean, please."

"Would you cut me some slack?"

"I just don't think you should be alone, that's all. I gotta admit, I could use your help." The younger man snorted, but the elder plowed on anyway. "Look, something big is going down. End-of-the-world big."