E/O Drabble Challenge of Lateness - Word: Slip
Farewell my Friend - Sammy's POV
Note: I know it's a bit late, but this is a special Summer Solstice edition (21 June 2011) for the wonderful Muffy Morrigan. May the year ahead be blessed and full of wonderful surprises :D
Also, Thanks to everyone for the wonderful reviews, for both new and old stories, life is really hectic at the moment, but I promise I'll reply to you all soon :D
100 words on the nose :D
I watch Dean do the burial ritual, not daring to speak. He insists on digging the grave, occasionally swiping at moist eyes while he works. I can only offer silent support, knowing he appreciates I'm here.
Laying the remains to rest, he gently pats the soft dirt, saying a few words through muffled sobs. His hand lingers for an instant before he stands, turning to look at me with heartbroken eyes.
"I loved that gun, Sammy!"
I slip my arm over his shuddering shoulders, pulling him closer as we slowly walk back towards the Impala.
"I know, dude, I know."