I thought of this and had to write it down, I know it's short but I was just trying it out. If people like the idea I will continue! :) Thank you for reading.
Disclaimer: I'm not even American I don't own Supernatural.
Sam wasn't one for garage sales but he was in the area and, having just moved in to his apartment, he was looking for things to decorate it with. The urn was knocked to the side, pushed to the back by the newer, bolder, objects in front. Something drew Sam towards it, and he picked it up in his right hand.
It was surprisingly cold for glass, and although the design was simple it had a sort of magnetism, making the young man wonder why anyone would toss it aside in a garage sale. It must have been important to someone, once. Maybe the colour, a deep ocean blue, meant something to someone or maybe the original owner just thought it would look appealing on a bookshelf. Either way, Sam found himself scrambling in his wallet and paying for the urn, only later wondering what on earth he was thinking. But it was done; the urn was his.
Back in his apartment Sam poured over his law books, cramming for an exam the following day. The urn wrapped in bubble wrap was in a bag unnoticed by the door. It was almost three in the morning when Sam, stifling a yawn, remembered the curious object he had obtained. He picked it up again and examined it, for the first time noticing the label on the bottom. Squinting, Sam took the urn to his lamp and saw the word, a name, stuck onto the bottom, written in distinctly childish handwriting. Castiel. Sam frowned. Something felt very off.
After turning on the main light Sam opened the lid for the very first time. Oh- oh God.
In the urn, settled at the very bottom, lay ashes.
Please let me know what you think! :D