Dean never thought this would happen. He never thought he would lose his own son, the last thing he had ever since his wife left.
On the day of his funeral, Dean wasn't present, he told everyone he was away on some business trip, but he didn't want to tell the truth, that he was actually hung over at his house, looking at photos of him when he was just a toddler. Ever since he died,hewas
drinking, trying to forget all of the good memories of him, but every time he tried, he failed, JD came to his thoughts, his dreams, even, his prayers.
The thought of his son, and his wife, the two people that were important to him even though he could never show it, were deceased, out of his life.
Dean was standing there, in front of JD's grave, the place they buried him was a rather beautiful place. A peaceful meadow filledwith beautiful blossoms of pastel pinks, blues,yellows,and purples( it was spring at the time.)
"Hey son." Dean mumbles breaking the silence
" It's been awhile since you left."
" How is it up there...you know, in heaven?"
"How's your mother"?
Dean was trying to have the conversation with his son that he never had, and now, never will. The thought of that, made his eyes well up with tears.
"I-I really miss you son." Dean's shaky voice with his heart feeling like it was being broken into billions of pieces, and every shard, stabbed him in every part of his body. Which made the tears in his eyes, fall from his face as he dropped
to his knees.
He felt the wind sighing against his body and arms, but it was really, none other than JD's ghost, embracing the elder Dean.
"I miss you too dad, I love you." JD sobs
"Mom's doing good too."
"She told me great things about you too."
"I wish I could've told you that before I left, but it's too late."
Dean, and his ghost son, were just embracing each other the rest of the morning, JD finally got the love from his father, something he always desired, but just because he was dead, didn't stop him. And Dean could finally show his son that he actuallydid
love him.
Dean now visits his son's grave occasionally, on holidays, on his birthday, his son's birthday, and the anniversary of his death.
Dean died 40 years later, warm in his bed. In his afterlife, he rushed all the way to his wife and son. He was finally reunited with them after so long.