─ 𝗜𝘁 𝗜𝘀𝗻'𝘁 𝗜𝗻 𝗠𝘆 𝗕𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗱
❝ help me, it's like the walls are caving in. sometimes I feel like giving up, no medicine is strong enough. someone help me. ❞
in which after the death
of their father they try and
figure out a way that they...
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4.1 Children Shouldn't Play With Dead Things
"Come on, guys, I'm begging you. This is stupid." Dean whined for about the thousands time. "How is this stupid?" I asked fixing Salem's collar, who was laying on my stomach.
"Going to visit Mom's grave?" Dean asked. "She doesn't even have a grave─there, there was no body left after the fire."
"She has a headstone," Sam pointed out.
"Yeah, put up by her uncle, a man we've never even met. So you wanna, go pay your respects to a slab of granite put up by a stranger?" Dean asked.
"Dean, that's not the point," Sam said.
"Well then, enlightened me, Sam," Dean said, glancing at him before back at the road. "It's not about a body, or, or a casket. It's about her memory, okay?" Sam said, getting only a small nod and an eye roll. "And after Dad it just...just feels like the right thing to do."
"It's irrational, is what it is," Dean said. "Look, man. No one asked you to come, and Carmen's curious." Sam pointed out.
"Why don't we swing by the roadhouse instead? I mean, we haven't heard anything on the demon lately. We should be hunting that son of a bitch down," Dean said.
"That's the best idea you've had," I agreed sitting up propping myself up with the back of the front seat. "Just drop me and Sammy, and Salme of course, we'll hitch a ride, and meet you here tomorrow." Sam smirked, clearly thinking the same.
"Right," Dean said and let out a huff, "Stuck- stuck with those people, making awkward small talk until you show up? No thanks."
"Then, stop your damn whining and sped the hell up, dude," I whined hitting the back of his head, making Sam laugh. Dean had scoffed, "Yes, ma'am," He muttered.
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After an hour or something, I fell asleep, we finally made it to the Graveyard where Mary was buried.
We climbed out of the Impala and Sam and I made our way to the headstone while Dean walked off somewhere, clearly not wanting to see it. I stared at Mary's headstone for a moment;
Mary Winchester
1954─1983
In loving memory
Sam kneeled down before it and started digging into the ground with his knife while I watched, fumbling with Salem's collar. He looked up at me, "Can I have them?" He asked. I nodded slowly taking Dad's old dog tags from my back pocket.
I handed them to him, "Thanks," He said and let out a sigh when he looked back at the headstone. "I think, um...I think Dad would have wanted you to have these," He said softly, holding the tags up.
