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Summary: He couldn't stop staring at it with a morbid curiosity underlined with horror.
It looked odd. That was the only thing he could think about for a few moments was how odd it looked. The skin was gone and all that was left was the bones and some clothing. He couldn't stop staring at it with a morbid curiosity underlined with horror. He distantly heard his father and brother yelling but all he could see and hear was the bones, the eyeless skull staring at him. Suddenly the bones were on fire! Sam's eyes darted up and saw his father looked angry and disappointed at him, the features accentuated by the glow of the fire. His brother was looking at him too only his eyes were full of concern rather than anger.
"Let's go," his Dad said in an irritated tone. Their father turned around and strode for the Impala not even looking behind him to see if his kids were following. Sam's gaze went back to the fire, he could still see the eyeless skull staring at him. Sam distantly heard his brother call his name, then felt something familiar grab his arm and pull him along. Some distant part of his mind watched the ground for obstacles but for the most part Sam focused on those eyes. The distant part also sat down in the back seat of the impala, closed the door and noted the car started. It noted his father yelling at him for not paying attention and not having their backs and Dean defending him. Dean's words filtered in.
"Dad it was his first hunt!" It was his first hunt. It was the first time he had ever seen a dead body before. That eyeless skull staring at him. The first time digging up a grave.
Sam looked at his brother and Dad who had stopped arguing and were sitting in silence. Why had they stopped talking? He didn't know. He remembered Dean and his Dad's expression, both of them had been concerned or angry about him. Neither seemed to realize, or maybe they just didn't care about the dead body, like they were used it to it or something.
They probably were. Sam had been waiting in the car for a few years now. Waiting anxiously for his Dad and brother to come back unscathed and all this time they had probably been doing things like they had done tonight. Maybe they had done it so much that they even considered it normal. Normal to dig graves up. Normal to look at dead bodies and normal to set them on fire. His brother had called it a simple salt and burn. What was simple about seeing dead bodies? What was simple about killing monsters. Would he one day look at a dead body and not feel anything? Just flick a match and get out of there like it was nothing? He looked at his Dad and brother, they did and seemed to expect him to do the same, to be the same. The question was would he?
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