Disclaimer: This is a work of fan fiction using characters from the Supernatural world, which is trademarked by Eric Kripke, et. al. Both Sam and Dean Winchester are characters created and owned by Eric Kripke, et. al., and I do not claim any ownership over them or the world of Supernatural. The story I tell here about Sam and Dean is my own invention, and it is not purported or believed to be part of Eric Kripke et. al.'s story canon. This story is for entertainment purposes only and is not part of the official story line. I am not profiting financially from the creation and publication of this story. I am grateful to Mr. Kripke, et al. for his wonderful stories about Sam and Dean, for without his television series Supernatural, my story would not exist.
A bit of background: there is no magic, no supernatural things, no ghosts, no witches, no evil beings, no demons, no nothing. Just real life things, except one thing that is super made up and cannot happen in reality but doesn't really have supernatural elements and is conducive to the plot. Sam and Dean are brothers and are bounty hunters. Their uncle, an OC, is a retired cop that helps them with their cases.
***September 27, 2003***
We are brothers. We are best of friends. I have always loved you, my dear brother, and I always will.
-Sam
Sam wiped a glistening tear from his cheek and sighed. He held the worn envelope in his hand. He traced his brother's name in black ink on the front. He placed the envelope on the cherry wood. Looking to his uncle, Sam gave a nod. His uncle took his arm, leading Sam away. The crowd settled, and an elderly man with white hair, matching his white clerical collar stepped to the front of the crowd. The priest wiped a raindrop from his forehead as he opened his mouth to speak. In a soft drone, the priest offered condolences and blessings, and told of Dean's place in eternal life.
Sam did not hear the words. Instead, his mind filled with words of his own. Playing with the hem of his suit, Sam pondered his future. Uncle Charlie grabbed Sam's hand and gave it a squeeze, knowing Sam was troubled. One by one, the funeral attendees left, leaving only Sam and his Uncle Charlie staring at Dean's closed casket. Sam brushed his hand soothingly over the polished wood, leaving a smudge. Sam placed a single white rose next to the portrait on his brother's casket, and said, "Dean, brother, I will miss you. May you rest in peace." Sam closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Sam turned to walk away, but hesitated for a moment. After staring briefly into nothing, he looked back. "Should have told you this, but you're going to be a dad, Dean." Sam placed a hand over his flat belly. "We're having a kid, Dean. Why did you have to do this now?"
To Be Continued…