Chapter 1.
Finally Dean got what he wanted for a long time…..a whole weekend off! All his moaning to Sam paid off about how their the only ones with a job and they don't get any holidays plus their saving peoples lives which is even more of a reason to get some time off to relax.
"Jez Sam the kids in Africa who work for nothing get holidays in some way! Come on Sammy you cant say you don't want to take a break for a bit, this week alone has been hectic…..vampires, witches, myths we killed them all, well at least enough to earn ourselves a little break for the weekend.!" Dean proclaimed.
"Fine, fine. Just please stop whining Dean…..we'll go to a bar or something then." Sam suggested, while closing his laptop.
"Yeeeesssss….." Dean said, with the biggest grin on his face.
Dean spent the next two hours getting ready…..something he wouldn't even do if he had a date. Where as Sam went back to his laptop until the last minute before they were leaving not knowing what the big deal was about a night out when he could be in the motel studying books and looking up more information on things he already knew but tiny details that he may of left out. Dean practically skipped with joy to the impala, booze and girls both in the same place was Dean's idea of a party plus knowing he wasn't going to have to kill anyone or quiz someone about a murder made it even more of an enjoyable night, nothing would ruin this night, he thought.
Dean was just getting into the mood, he was on his second or third beer and chatting to a bunch of girls, two of which he had their numbers already, even Sam was chatting to some girl. Dean was getting a round of drinks in when his cell phone rang, he looked at it but it said unknown!
"Hello?" Dean questioned.
Sam looked over at Dean and noticed that he was as white as a ghost. Dean hung up the phone, looked at Sam and said, "We gotta go!"
Forgetting his fear of planes, Dean and Sam are on their way to Boston to go to Cassie's funeral. Dean can't believe this is happening he was only talking to her 5 days earlier. As Dean walked through the terminal he was totally oblivious to the sounds of crying people. His mind and thoughts were on his own pain, but Sam wasn't, he walked up to someone and asked,
"What's going on?" in his caring way. The women turned to look at him.
"A plane…..it crashed…..105 people, Dear God."
But Dean just kept on walking.
"God, that's." Sam said to the crying women. Sam jogged to catch up with Dean.
"Dude, did you just hear that?" Sam said.
"Eh, hear what?" Dean says quietly.
Sam realises the pain Dean's going through and decides to leave it until after the funeral.
They both stood in the background at the graveyard. Both feeling like they don't belong. Dean hasn't said a word for almost a week now, it worried Sam a lot. When the funeral was over, Cassie's mother spotted the boys.
"Sam, Dean" she called out.
"Mrs. Robinson. I'm so sorry for your loss, we are." Sam said looking towards Dean. He waited until everyone was gone and then approached the coffin. Putting a red rose on the coffin, Dean said,
"I'm so sorry, Cassie. I should have been there for you, to protect you. But I swear I'm going to hunt down the thing that did this to you and kill that bastard. And I won't stop until I do." Dean's final words before walking away were,
"Goodbye."