Campbell stood over her brother's body as tears dripped down her face. She had gotten the call the day before from Sammy, telling her that their brother was gone. She remembered the carefree smile, the charm, how she would sing to Dean and Sam, or how she would fix their jeans when they out grew them. And here laid their little brother, dead, torn to shreds.
"Cam?" Sam asked her.
Cam ignored him and sat down on the bed, removing the sheet that covered him. She straighted his amulet, and stroked his face. "Oh, Dean…" she sighed.
Sam came and sat next to her, hugging her from behind. "I tried everything to save him. It's my fault."
"There was nothing you could do…" she whispered. "He made his choice. We both know what it takes to get out of a crossroads deal." She took a breath, but more tears just came out.
There are stages of grief. At this moment, Campbell Winchester experienced them. When she got the phone call, she was in denial, thinking it was some joke or trick to get her hunting. Now, she was clearing off his face, and body. Sam wanted to bury him. She didn't argue. She just sat there. After she was done, she sat at Bobby's table staring at her hands, looking at the blood that there before she washed them. She remembered holding Dean's hand as their house burned down, while their dad held baby Sammy.
"We should bury him…" Sam began.
"Sam, he would want to be salted and burned. You know that…"
"He's my brother…" Sam argued.
"Campbell?" Bobby asked her.
"Yes?" she asked, not hearing what they were saying.
"About your brother's body…"
"He's dead. He's not there…He's in Hell…" she said numbly.
"Just…let's bury Bobby." Campbell didn't care what they did. It hurt her heart anyway.
On the day they buried him Sam, Bobby, and Cam threw dirt on the wooden casket. Sam walked away first. Campbell stood over Dean's grave, as silent tears fell down her face. She heard a choked sob. She turned and saw Bobby, with his hat off, his head down.
A week later is when the shit hit the fan. Sam left, but not before Cam and he had a screaming match. Campbell decided to stay with Bobby, not wanting to be alone. She took up her private eye agency there in Sioux Falls, spying on cheating husbands, or missing cars.
She enjoyed going to the local bar on karaoke night. She had a lovely voice. She would always sing Sammy to sleep growing up, or even Dean. Her life returned to normal. One day she noticed that she had a unheard message from Dean. Taking a deep breath, she turned it on, listening to his voice.
"Hey, Sis. It's me. Dean…I just wanted to hear your voice. Remember that song you used to sing to me and Sam growing up? It's kinda like our song. We stand by each other. Well, I guess I should go. I love you. I know I don't say it often, but I do."
"I love you too, Dean." She cried herself to sleep that night. One night she heard choking sounds coming from the library. Concerned, she threw on her cashmere robe, and creped down the stairs. Bobby sat hunched over his desk, with a leather jacket in his lap. "Bobby…" she called out to him, going over to him.
"I'm sorry…I'm so sorry…." he cried into her shoulder.
"It's okay…" she soothed him.
"I should've protected him better. That idjit."
"He's a Winchester. We're stubborn…" After that moment, they never spoke of his crying again. Life seemed to fall back in place shortly after. Bobby would argue with Sheriff Mills, go on hunts with Rufus, and other things. Cam would catch husbands cheating, or wives, serve papers, and other things.
Hearing a knock on the door one day, is what was the beginning of her new life. "Coming" she called out, turning off the lights to her dark room. She liked developing her own photos. Less chance of them being stolen.
"Hello?" she asked opening the door.
There staring back at her, was similar eyes, and hair color. "Cammie?"
"Dean?"