Originally this was going to start out a new story I'm working on but I decided to do a one-shot instead. I've recently been writing Dean POV in Shades of Gray and I'm kinda liking his POV so...here we are!
Dean Winchester was used to grieving. After his mother's gruesome death Dean was exposed to death more than any child should be. He grew up learning to fight supernatural creatures, learning to put spirits of the dead to rest. The twenty year old had even known a few hunters to go down. Hell, he'd seen a hunter killed in front of him. But nothing prepared him for this moment.
Before him stood a large pyre made of stones and wood. On top of the pyre was a wrapped corpse, the corpse of John E. Winchester. Dean swallowed as he saw out of the corner of his eye Sam toss in their father's favorite lighter, lit and setting the corpse on fire in a matter of seconds.
Why? Dean mentally demanded as he watched the pyre begin to catch fire quickly. Why would you do this? After Dean had awoken from his...spirit coma...barely twenty minutes later his father was dead. Neither Dean or Sam would say it, but they both had put the puzzle pieces together: John had made a deal. Not just a deal, though, a deal for Dean. John had basically traded places with Dean but John was ten times worse off. Not only was he dead, but he was in Hell. John had gone against one of the most important rules of hunting; Never deal with demons. Never. Dean had learned that from the man himself.
As the flames rose higher and higher, Dean heard his brother sniff a little. He felt water in his own eyes but refused to cry. Dean would never cry in front of his father, even if the man was dead.
Dead.
Dean was still trying to wrap his head around that. The great John Winchester was dead. Gone. Forever. In Hell. For twenty-two years the man had been invincible and Dean's hero, that didn't faulter until Sam left for college. The next seven months were spent between Dean blaming himself and Dean blaming his father.
But that was in the past and Dean had decided there was enough blame to go around for him, John, and Sam. Not that he'd be blaming his dad anymore-he was dead.
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