Dean moved his arm in the air in a circle; trying to get comfortable in his suit and tie. Sam walked next to him; hand in pockets. Their shoes crunched on the hard gravel as they made their way up a path towards white steps that had seen better days. The paint chipped steps were connected to a tiny humble house. The siding also needed a new paint job but at least it stood. As the sound of their shoes hitting the last step; finding the porch with a thud, made the only sound in the area, Dean rapped his knuckles on the door. They waited for a moment until the inner door opened, revealing an elderly woman whose salty, soft, permed, hair fluttered silently as the wind made its way through the screen door. She leaned on a weathered cane and looked up at the giants in front of her through tinted lenses. Both boys smiled and she blinked a few times and then smiled back; warmly.

Dean smiled again, "Mrs. Green?" She smiled in response. "Hi. My name is Dean, this is Sam," he motioned towards Sam, "We're from the funeral home and wanted to go over some things with you, if you don't mind."

Her smile faded, but she opened the door; wobbling as she tried to hold her own against the heaviness of the screen door. Sam quickly helped out by taking over the door. She turned and walked back, slowly, inside the house. "Come…come in."

She made her way past a tiny living room that was outdated and moved into the kitchen that was open to the living room by means of a window/bar-like opening. Dean raised an eyebrow to the floral printed couch with clear, hard plastic covering every trace of it.

"Tea?" Her head was barely visible over the opening.

Sam smiled, "No, thank you m'am."

Her head disappeared and reappeared around the corner as the sound of a cart came around with her. It was a tiny little table-like cart and on top, a tray sat with silverware and teakettle. She moved, pushing the little cart into the room and then sat in a small recliner.
"Sit, boys. Come on. Don't be shy now." She pointed with her cane at the couch.

As the boys sat, the couch squeaked in response to their large frames. She pushed to cups on the table in front of them, "Tea." She poured a sweet tea into each of their cups and then gave them each a peppermint. She smiled and sat back in her recliner. Dean and Sam gave each other a look and then smiled at Mrs. Green.

"Um…Mrs. Green, Sam and I wanted to know a bit more about your grandson." Dean smelled his tea and took a sip.
Mrs. Green blinked behind her spectacles and then smiled. "Oh, my Jake, such a good boy. Bought me this cart, he did. Makes it so much easier. He fixed my TV too, right during the news it went out. He went right over there and fixed it. Such a good boy, my Jake."

Sam smiled sadly and softened his voice, "We're very sorry for your loss. Can you please tell us a little bit more about him? Maybe him and his job?"

The lady smiled, "Oh, Jake loved to work. He went everyday."

Dean sighed. Oh boy, this one's got some loose marbles rolling around. Dean smiled as the woman continued.

"My Jake, he always did so many things for me. He…" She stopped.

"He what, Mrs. Green?" Sam spoke softly.

She looked up at them both, "Would you like some tea?"

Dean gave Sam a side-glance, "No thanks Mrs. Green, we've got ours already."

She gave a surprised look. "Oh…oh that's right. I'm sorry dear."

The front door opened and in came an elderly man with a bag of groceries, "Mel, I got you some mor—" He stopped when she saw Sam and Dean. "Who are you?"

Dean was about to introduce them when Mrs. Green spoke, "Good boys. Good boys they are."

Dean smiled, "I'm Dean, this is Sam, we're from the funeral home."

The man walked over, "Oh. Right." He turned to Mrs. Green, "Mel, why don't you just wait here as I show Sam and Dean out." She nodded to the man and smiled when he kissed her forehead. He turned back to the boys and sternly said, "Follow me please."

The boys stood up and walked passed the elderly woman. Each said thank you and followed the man.

Once outside on the porch and the door closed, the man turned on them. "What the hell are you doing bothering my wife?"
Dean tried to calm him down, "No. I think we got off to the wrong foot here."
Sam stepped in, "Look, we meant no harm at all. We just came to get some information to make Jake's funeral more personal. If we did anything to offend you, I apologize."

The man calmed. "Alright, I get it. Its just…it's been a difficult year. Mel's Alzheimer's has gotten worse. One of these days…No, Look, all you need to know about Jake was that he was a young good boy and he did all he can for our family." His eyes glazed over sadness, "I was hard on the kid. He did a lot for the family. We're…. well a little low money wise and he took on that night shift at the casino. If only I hadn't pushed him to do it…he might be still…" He stopped. "You have a nice day." He turned and walked back up the steps where Mel was sitting on the porch, swinging lightly in the hanging seat. "C'mon Mel, lets go have some supper. C'mon…" She looked up at him and they both walked back inside.
Sam and Dean got into the Impala in silence. Dean started up the engine and then glanced at Sam, "This bastard deserves to rot in hell."

Sam nodded, "Yeah."

The impala's tires crunched and spun gravel and dust as it glided down the road.