E/O Challenge: Confession.

Confession: n- an acknowledgment or declaration, esp. of one's faults, misdeeds, or crimes

A/N1: So, this week's challenge was to use the word 'confession' in our Drabble, or to make 'confession' the theme of our Drabble. I decided to do one of each.

A/N2: Thanks to Kailene: my sister, because family don't end in blood.

Spoilers: Part one takes place at some point between the finale of season 3 and the premier of season 4. Part two takes place at some point between the finale of season 7 and the premier of season 8.

Summary: Sometimes we know exactly what our loved ones would have wanted of us and sometimes we don't. And sometimes, it doesn't matter because we are the ones who have to continue on in the world now that they are gone. All that remains, then, is the hope that they will understand.

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Graveside Confessions

Part One

The ground around Dean's grave still looked churned and roughened, and Sam's knees sank into the soft, damp soil. He didn't mind. It made him feel that much closer, as if those mere few inches downward could possibly lessen the distance between them. It couldn't, of course. Nothing could, except either to go to where Dean was or to bring Dean to him.

"I know I promised you I wouldn't, but what choice do I have?" Sam uttered, all but choking on the words.

"If using my powers can get you out…well, I hope you'll forgive me when you're back."

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Part Two

"As graveside confessions go, this one's pretty weak."

And how pathetic was his life that he'd had enough experience at them that he could even make a comparison?

"I mean, I—I don't even have a body to bury."

This time.

"I don't know what you'd want me to do. I just know I can't risk making the same mistakes."

Sam stood at the trunk of the Impala—all he had left of his entire world—and stared down at the box of cell phones.

"I'm sorry, Dean. But, I can't do this alone. I'm done."

He closed the lid.