The sky was clear, not a cloud in sight; the sun shining in its radiant glow.
Pleasant winds blew across the grassy field creating waves along the sea of green.
In this sea of green, only 3 things were in sight. A tombstone and two boys.
Sam and Dean both looked sadly at the grave in front of them, not bothering to hide their tears as they glistened across their cheeks.
Sam's breath hitched and Dean laid a comforting hand against his baby brother's neck.
"Should I say it?" Dean asked in a husky tone. Try as he might, his tone always gave away his emotion.
Sam nodded, wiping a hand across his face to get rid of the tears. He took a deep breath to steady himself.
Dean looked towards the tombstone and let out a calming breath. They'd already been to John's grave. But somehow, this seemed to hurt more.
"Happy Father's Day Bobby." Dean whispered. He closed his eyes against the burning tears and didn't bother to brush away the lone tear that escaped and fell to the grass.
The tear was soaked up by the soil near the tombstone which read,
Here lies Bobby Singer,
...
A Father and a Friend.
END.
A/N: I know this is sad, but I saw something on tumblr that inspired me to write this. Also, I've never written drabbles like this, so this is first time for me. Hope you all liked it. Do leave me reviews and let me know how this was. :)