It was a simple funeral for the child named Frisk. Nothing to wild. The same however could not be said for those attending.
Undyne had tried to kill them several times for their deed against the human, and only the threating glares of Sans stopped her.
Alphys was confused why her heroes who always tried to do what was right would murder a child in cold blood.
Mettaton was for once not making a big show of things and seems quite somber and silent for once, although his glares did not go unnoticed.
Napstablook was withholding judgment, but was very obviously in anguish that one of his only friends had been killed by his others; He sadly informed them that friendship was not an option anymore.
Papyrus was blissfully unaware of what was really going on, as Sans had told him it was a going away party, but he was busy trying to cheer everyone up anyways.
And poor Toriel, who was sobbing so hard at the death of yet another child, and screamed and shouted at them for being murders till she was horse and could no longer speak through her hysterics.
In all of this chaos, only one monsters reaction was unknown, and that monster was Sans. The one that for no apparent reason just seemed mysterious and dangerous, despite his laid back lazy attitude.
Almost every living monster came to the funeral, and a good deal of humans to, for they all owed a great debt to this determined soul.
After the funeral, Sans pulled the brother aside and told them he knew a good place to eat.
Going though one of his 'shortcuts' they were Grillbys within a couple seconds. Dean and Sam were confused, but didn't say a word. They knew in the minds of the monster, they didn't deserve to speak, so they didn't.
In the end though, Sans surprised them.
"Hey uh-thanks. The kid deserved an ending, they would've been happy to have been stopped."
After an explanation was demanded from him, Sans stayed with them for several hours explaining his nightmares and memories that should not be, explaining determination and genocide and how the human had warned him of how theyd given themselves away and may or may not kill everyone. He thanked them for saving all of both human and monster kind, and for ending the resets for good.
It was late at night when the skeleton decided it was time for him to go. After all, who else would read Papyrus peek-a-boo with fluffy bunny? The waiter of the bar lead them to the back rooms where two beds resided, for when Sans needed a place to stay without tipping Paps off about the nightmares.
Dean and Sam had different thoughts about what they had just learned.
Sam finally realized the point of Deans stupid pranks and jokes, it was the same as Sans. He had no will to live; so he had to play it off. It broke Sam's heart to imagine what Dean would've had to go through to break him so badly.
Dean on the other hand, was admiring the skeleton for this ability to hold himself together through watching his brother die hundreds of times. The self loathing kicked in strong, after all he couldn't even hold together WITH Sam.
Neither boy said a word the rest of the night, and neither slept.