Author's Note: If you have read most of my unfinished Supernatural Fan Fiction one would recall a certain female character of many traits… however in her story I have decided to only have her exhibit her inherited traits from her father… Also I would like to restart the introduction of this character… Further questions or suggestions are greatly welcomed so feel free and enjoy A Crazy Little Thing Called Death… Alex…
"I can't do it Bobby." I sat on the road sprawled out in a state of darkness. Bobby stood by me looking at the rising sun. The Impala was a few steps away from us and was the temporary tomb for the only family I had.
"Sam, ya can't just bury him knowing someone could stumble on him. It has to be done. It's the way of honoring a warrior… and I'm not gonna sit and watch you go through the same thing he did. This crazy game of musical chairs with your souls you damn Winchesters keep playing is a vicious cycle." I felt his stare turn on me but I couldn't bring myself to look him in the eye.
"Ruby said there was a way to save him… that I could save him. All I had to do was let her train me for whatever Lilith was going come at me with. She has his contract and she got away. She ran away with the knowledge she— she couldn't kill me."
"Sam, you do realize that is a good thing, don't ya? It gives us more time and Ruby is gone or most likely destroyed. You told me yourself that the girl both her and Lilith possessed was dead. Her neck had broken and probably by Lilith to prevent Ruby from helping ya. Sure she was handy when she wanted to be, but Sam what do you think would have happened if she trained ya in what she had planned. How do we know it wasn't a trick?"
"That's what he thought…"
"And why didn't you?"
"Because I thought if I took down Lilith I could have just saved him. I thought taking Ruby's knife and killing that bitch would have done it and when Ruby decided to help us… It seemed to be a solution."
"Risky solution is more like it." Bobby couched down beside me down. "So what are you going to do?"
"I'm not going to do anything. I can't burn Dean's body—not yet I can't. I just have this feeling, Bobby. Honest to God I think I have a feeling."
"What kind of feeling, Sam? The kind that's gonna bring your brother back? Sam, I love you like a son and I loved Dean—"
"Then help me Bobby! Help me find the way! Please…" Finally I looked him in the eye. Tears swelling in eyes were sadness and anger… and they burned like hell.
Bobby saw it and read my face for a long time until he stood back up and started to walk away. I felt something inside sink as the sun was reaching its morning apex.
"Well, are ya coming or what 'cause Louisiana is a couple day trip?"
I turned around to face him. "Wha-What?"
"I know a voodoo man who has a pretty good way of keeping a corpse fresh."
"Thank you, Bobby."