A.N~ I do not own supernatural and I do not own the characters from supernatural. I only own the characters that I make up.
DEAN POV (Dean 17, Sam 13) Thursday 9:47 PM
"Dean, come on this is a bad idea." Sam complained as I drove the shovel into the dirt once more and threw it back towards him. " Can't wait to burn the bones until after the storm!"
I rolled my eyes and turned to face him from inside the (almost empty) grave. "Sammy, I am almost done with this, All you have to do is stand there and hold the umbrella so that you don't get sick. If you do get sick, Dad will have my head. So just stand there, and shut up. OK?" I replied annoyed. He had tried to convince me the entire time we were out here that this was a bad idea. But I had to do this, Dad had asked me to do this himself.
I finally hit the coffin 10 mins later and Sam nearly fainted from the appearance of the dead body. I drowned the body in lighter fluid and salt and lit the body. We waited until it was ash and then I recovered the grave and we left. As we got into the car to drive home Sam started talking about stuff he forgot to tell me earlier about his day at school.
" Mr Percy told me how I was doing excellent on all of my tests and all of my essays and that he was going to really miss me when we leave on saturday." He seemed really sad to leave this school. But there was nothing we could do about it. Dad would be back next week and then he will probably take us to Uncle Bobby's or something until he found his next job.
We finally pulled up to the motel around 11:00 pm. Even though it was a lot later the rain hadn't let up. It was still pouring outside so I pulled up as close as I could to the building for Sammy to get out. I tossed him the key. "Go inside, I'm going to park the car I'll be there in a minute." He nodded and raced to the door, unlocked it, and went inside. After I parked I also raced inside, eager to be out of these wet, dirty clothes. After showering and changing into sweats I got Sammy to shower and go to bed. Around midnight I started to drift off so I went to bed.
SAM POV Friday 3:00 am
I woke up to the sound of Dean coughing up a lung in the bed next to mine. As I listened I sat up and stared at him. He stared back at me for a moment and stopped coughing. " Sammy." He choked out. I raised my eyebrows in response. "I think I'm sick."