I'm incredibly awful in my english, so the chapters are going to be short, I hope you understand :)

Jimmy Eat World - Hear you me ( watch?v=9pQo9OQlIB8)

The hardest part was to decide whether he had to burn his brother's body or bury it deep down in the ground.

He chose the second one. Because he knew he wouldn't have been able to see the fire consuming everything that was his once. Everything that he loved with insanity, disappearing in front of his eyes and becoming ashes.

So, there he was.

Looking down at the dirt. Thinking about nothing at all, he didn't want to.

What are you supposed to think when you just lost pretty much the reason of your entire life?

At this point, his eyes had lost every single color that they used to have, gleaming with tears that refused to fall down and reflecting the charming light of the moon.

"Just so you know, it's a beautiful night." He said almost inaudible. The wind danced across the field, caressing the skin of his face and making his hair follow the beat, and it was like the breeze was trying to comfort him, to somehow, let him know that he wasn't alone. Not at all.

Sam wiped his face with the back of his hand and turned heading to the Impala.

She smelled like him, leather, beer, after shave lotion…and Sam. And he had the thought that she missed Dean too, because she didn't roar under his hands the way that she used to when it was Dean who drove her.

He slept in the car that night, he closed his eyes and breathed the scent of Dean all over the space. He turned on the radio, he thought about put Dean's cassettes, but instead, he put the music that he liked and imagined his brother arguing about it.

"Driver picks the music."

It was cold, somewhere aside the road, and every part of his body was shouting for some warm, but he didn't anything to fix it. He wanted to feel every ounce of pain that he could.

"Fucking lair." Sam hugged himself and turned to his side, facing the wheel, he raised his hand and landed his fingertips on it, where he imagined that his brother's finger prints were. "You told me I was strong. I'm fucking not."

And shit, how fast he was going crazy.

He woke in the middle of the night, trembling. It took him exactly ten seconds to realize that his only companion was the leather beneath him. It wasn't a nightmare after all…

He blinked a couple of times to clarify his view and then he laid his eyes on the black jacket that covered his chest, it was Dean's.

He frowned, and whatever that was going to cross his mind, got lost when a rain drop fell in the windshield. Then another, and another one.

And like a mirror, the tears started to run down his eyes, leaving a wet trace across his cheeks. It was in that exactly moment, that he let himself cry, feeling emptiness where it should've been...Dean. Feeling the cold seat under his head, where it should've been his brother's legs. Feeling his body untouched where it should've been Dean´s hands all over the way, making him feel protected, sure, warm and loved.

He cried along the sound of the rain until he fell asleep again, beneath a sky that seemed to feel bad for him, crying his loneliness too.

And Sam didn't hear it, but there was a whisper echoing in the air, claiming to be listened.

"C'mon Sammy, don't cry. I won't leave."