Sam Winchester sipped his coffee in silence. He was leaned over their workspace, pouring over a thick, leatherbound guide to spells. Dean, his brother, was just staring at the floor... seemingly entranced by the hard wood. They were silent, no playful gestures, laughs, jokes. Just silence.
The grave for Castiel was dug. Its gaping maw brought a palpable queasiness to the day. A full minute passed in complete silence. Sam, still chewing on the spells; Dean, watching the sun paint the walls golden. Finally, he exhaled and stood.
"Alright. It's been long enough.. Let's get this damn thing over with."
Sam looked up, nodding quietly. They glanced one last time at the kitchen and began to make their way out into the warm midday sun.
The large iron key jingled as it entered the locked shed. Dean gave the door a shove, opening onto a large room plastered with angel defense symbols, demon repeling spells, and wardings of every kind. In the middle, laid across a table, was the angel. His face was sullen and white... All remnets of the smiles and frowns they shared was wiped away. Castiel was cold. Dean shuttered, memories flooding through him.
Sam slapped his hand on Dean's shoulder.
"Come on, lets get him... out of here." Sam lifted Castiel's feet, Dean took the angel's shoulders. They lifted their fallen brother up off of the table and carried him out into the yard. The grave, empty and dark, sat gaping.
The brothers laid Castiel on a cloth and wrapped it around his body. The outline of the angel was still.
Sam and Dean lowered his body into the grave. Thunder rumbled overhead and the brothers glanced once more into the hole.
"Bye Cass. We'll miss you." Was all Sam could muster. He ran his hand through his hair and picked up the shovel, ready to bury Castiel.