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If anyone were to ever look into the back of the Impala, into the rear seat, they would see only a folded trench coat. Ambiguous to anyone else, but meaning so much to the boys. It wasn't much, but the back seat of the Impala was the trench coats final resting place. From there it could go everywhere with the boys. It could see them working, and in a small sense watch over them, as the late wearer had.
But the back seat had never been its' first spot. After washing the trench coat, Dean had folded it. With the reverence of someone folding a flag. He had held it close for a brief moment, and with fighting tears he had smoothed his hands over it.
It was first placed in back dash. In an attempt to distance the boys from the pain. But every time one of them glanced in the rear view mirror they would catch a glimpse of the coat. A hint of the tan that symbolized their friend and for a hopeful moment they would think that maybe he was there.
Its second place had been around the back of the driver seat, Dean's seat. It hung there, pinned by the head rest as if cocooning Dean. And sometimes, deep in the night or after a hard day, Dean would swear he could still feel Cas' wings surrounding him after the coat rustled. It had stayed there for quite some time. Sam hadn't said anything. He has simply looked at it and with a small sad smile turned away.
When Bobby had seen it, he looked at it and then Dean. He looked away, fighting for composure at the loss. Dean didn't make friends easy. Never had. Sure, he had tons of ladies, but never friends. His first priority had always been Sam. His Sammy, his brother and only friend for the longest. That had changed when Cas' came around. Sure, it was a rough start, but in the end they had made it work. Bobby's heart broke a little for his boy. His Dean, raised to be the perfect warrior, mourning the loss of his friend.
Finally, the coat had been moved to the back seat. It lay there in the middle, folded and pristine. A memoir of all the travels and trials of an angel, that befriended two lost boys and chose to fight with them. And Angel that understood the true meaning of family, and found a home with two young men fighting all the evils in the world, trials so great it seemed they would shatter the very foundations of the family, destinies so great and abysmal that left so many weeping. A family that had lost a brother and friend. A family that had only a single trench coat, laid in the best and most honored place in their home. His spot for his trench coat.
*****A note from Gemna: Hey everyone! Sorry it took so long to come back. I'm really terribly sorry if I made anyone upset or cry with this story. I should have put a tissue alert. Sorry! Thank you for taking the time to read this story and reviews, comments, critiques and so on are always appreciated! Wishing you happiness, love and all the best, Gemna