"He's gone."
"No he's not."
The fumes from the burning filled our lungs, as we stood hand and hand breathing it all in.
He had fresh new scars to go along with the old ones, his eyes are harder, his skin tougher. They should rename him Dean; he's dressed in his old jacket, freshly cut hair and keys to the car in hand.
"Maybe I should burn it too, it was his anyway his and his alone."
"I'll help, burning things is fun. But we have work to do, Sam."
I didn't even dare whisper 'Sammy' I liked my head and plus I don't want to disrespect my king.
He was no longer the boy king they had playfully called him back then, no he was finally a someone who could send fear to every single demon out there.
His voice had a roughness to it, it told you that he knew what he was talking about and he could show it to.
Sure he had been full of tears when he left, but he was different this time, they latest for only a short time, and anger replaced it.
He was ready, ready to become the next big damn hero.
He took Dean's place, hunting them without needing so much saving.
"You can call me that, I don't mine. It's you after all, Ruby demon queen."
I gave him a haft smile, still unsure about letting him see all of me. He still had his little jokes, puns and things like that but not as much now.
"Don't call me that, Man King."
"And you don't call me that, I'm no king. Remember that Ruby, I'm just good with a gun and know my myths, but I'm no king."
"Well, me and a few dozen think the opposite. We believe in you, Sam. I've seen you come so far in not much time at all, don't doubt yourself."
He let out a small sad little laugh, making the scar on his cheek move along.
I remember when he got it, a deep cut across the cheek, fighting the demon leader to the death.
It ended with him dead and Sam coated in his and his own blood. That day was the first day that I really smiled, the first day that I became a little more human when I got more hope in my leader.
"If Dean hadn't been there, I wouldn't be anything but a rookie hunter. He's gone, gone because of me, gone to the one place I had prayed as a child that he would not go to."
He prayed, every night, on his knees whispering words for the ones he loved.
I watched him every night, hearing his words, one night he muttered my name and a few words about keeping me safe.
That was the first time I lost my tongue and head when I was with Sam that was the moment I knew he was ready, he was the one to save this lost world.
I gave him the smile that I had hidden from him, letting my teeth show and my jaw drop with calmness. He saw this, giving me one of his famous smiles, and finding my waiting hand, tightly holding it.
This time I found I wasn't his rock anymore the only thing that kept him on the surface, no not anymore, now he was mine. He was my king, my solid ground, the net that made sure I wouldn't fall.
"I have a feeling he'll be back, maybe the same, maybe not. But at lest he'll be watching you, seeing the man you've become. Seeing that you've become our king, our hope."