Bobby placed an arm around me and Sam took my hand. I sniffed as a couple of tears slipped from my eyes. I wiped them away as I released myself from their comfort and walked over to the fresh grave where he lay. I crouched down and placed a single red rose at the top of his grave. Lightning tore across the sky, thunder roared above me and rain slowly started to fall from the heavens. I could not care less about any of them; the lightning, thunder or the rain. They weren't the reason why I felt this way. Only the loss of him could bring me this coldness inside. I rose from the ground and looked up at the big wooden cross that marked his grave. Another tear slipped from the corner of my eye. "Goodbye Dean."