Something I wrote for my Creative Writing class. Don't totally know where this particular plot bunny/muse backhand came from, but hey. Anyone who wants Sam/Dean/Cas isn't going to find them here, due to an OC cast. Sorry this is so short, but it was the only convenient place to make a split.
I bit back tears as I watched the black smoke of the demon leave Seth's body. When it was gone, I went over to the Devil's trap and collapsed, pulling his head and shoulders into my lap.
"I'm sorry..." I said into his hair as I carded a hand through it. Never again would I look over and see him on the next bike, or see his crazed-imp grin while on a hunt, or get to poke fun at his long blonde locks. Or get to hold him ever again.
I'd told myself I would leave the world of hunting and never return, ensuring my future family a normal life. But this demon, this damn demon and its damn yellow eyes, had forced my return. The demon hadn't even been the reason we'd come out into the Canadian Rockies; it had been a wedigo. We hadn't even gotten it.
I gathered my things and prepared Seth for his funeral. It'd have to be a funeral pyre, since hanging around in wendigo country at night was a stupidly bad idea.
I poured salt over his body, just to make sure he didn't come back as anything, and tossed the match into the pyre. Wendigos hate fire, it's their one weakness, so I knew they wouldn't scavenge the body. As the smoke curled around the stars, I stole into the night.