Turning Your Face to the Sun

There was just one flower there when he scattered Sam's ashes a year ago.

Dean had tried to make a life for himself. He really did. Away from hunting, awayfrom feeling the need to be everyone's hero.

He had felt lonely without his brother. Listless without Sam's calming influence. So the time had come for him to decide. Put the past truly behind him or join his brother.

Pulling Baby over the crest of the small hill Dean was taken by surprise. The empty field was now filled with sunflowers. The sight took his breath away.

As he rested himself on the sleek black car Dean held Sam's gun in his hand. He was torn with indecision. Life alone or death with Sam.

Gazing out at flowers gently swaying in the breeze, Dean noticed something was approaching him. Eyes sharp, as the thing was cutting through the field. He steadied himself. He though, although he was on the brink, there was no way he was going to let some monster choose for him. Dean raised his weapon as it finally reached the edge of the field. "A dog?! You have got to be kidding me!" He said, as the golden retriever puppy lumbered toward him. Dean rolled his eyes as the puppy tripped over its own feet in its enthusiasm.

As it came to an ungraceful stop at his feet, Dean could help but think about his brother. Sam always wanted a dog, even commenting once that they were perfect companions for the lonely. Dean let out a big sigh as he gazed over the vast field.

He turned and opened the impala's door, not even surprised when the little pup clambered in. As he started the car there was a small smile on his face, while absentmindedly scratched behind the puppy's ear. The black car drove slowly back over the hill until Dean could just see it in the rear-view mirror. As it went out of sight Dean whispered to himself, "Thanks Sam."