Title: Never to be Seen

Summary: He quickly got to his feet and patted down the dirt. "What is it Bobby?" he noticed the man's face was paler than usual. "I'm sorry to tell you this, son," Bobby gulped. "But I think you're dead."

A/N: Set after S7x19

Disclaimer: I own Thomas, Caleb and Gerard. Unfortunately, I don't own Dean, Sam or Bobby... wah!


Chapter 1

Thomas couldn't remember much of what happened. It was Christmas and he and his brother had just been handed a brand new nickel each. He remembered it smelt like vinegar and he remembered catching his little brother's hand just before they crossed the road. He remembered the shopkeeper's smile and him giving them a bag of sweets adding a free hard boiled sweet to each. He remembered it tasted like sour apples and then...

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Sam hit the refresh button one more time. Days had been passing by slowly ever since they ran out of ideas to stop Dick so now he was looking for a regular job. Nothing difficult. Just something to tie them over until they got another lead. He entered 'supernatural' into the search engine on his laptop again. The screen went white as the page refreshed. He glanced over to his brother and narrowed his eyes with concern. Dean had his arms folded on the table in front of him, his chin resting on top. In front of his face, grabbing all his attention was Bobby's flask. Every so often, he would unscrew it, look inside then screw the top back on.

"Dean, he's a ghost not a genie," Sam sighed.

Dean grabbed the flask and stuffed it in his inside jacket pocket. "Dude, I know. I'm not a complete idiot," although he seemed saddened it didn't work. "I'm bored," he whined. "Got anything for us to do?"

Sam rubbed his hands over his face wiping the burning tears away. He wished he hadn't hit that refresh button again. He wished he had just closed his laptop and took a week off from hunting. He opened his eyes and looked down at his brother. Half of him was still trapped under the rubble. He felt for a pulse on Dean's neck and wrist. He still couldn't find one. His brother was dead and it was all his fault.


AN: So, what'd you think? I'm making this a short fic. Only a couple of chapters long... depending on the reviews.