Bobby's POV

We took Sam's body back to the hotel where we laid him down on a mattress. Dean sat down next to his body, staring at Sam. Emma walked outside and sat down on a bench, tears running down on her cheeks.

I had brought a bucket of chicken because Dean hasn't eaten since Sam died and I was truly concerned for him and Emma.

"Dean?" I asked, sticking out the bucket to him.

"No, thanks. I'm fine."

I sigh heavily. "You should eat something."

"I said I'm fine."

"Dean… I hate to bring this up, I really do. But don't you think maybe it's time… we bury Sam." I asked, glancing at Dean.

It's been a day since he died and Dean couldn't bear to think about burying him. I couldn't bear to think about saying goodbye to Sam for good.

"No."

"We could…" I sighed. "Maybe…"

"What? Torch his corpse? Not yet."

"I want you to come with me." I pleaded.

"I'm not going anywhere."

"Dean, please."

"Would you cut me some slack?" Dean snaps at me. I wasn't surprised by his behavior. Heck, I don't blame him for snapping at me.

"I just don't think you should be alone, that's all. I gotta admit—I could use your help."

Dean snorted at my comment. I continued to talk. "Something big is going down—end-of-the-world big."

"Well, then let it end!"

"You don't mean that." I said, surprised at Dean.

"You don't think so? Huh? You don't think I've given enough? You don't think I've paid enough? I'm done with it. All of it. And if you know what's good for you, turn around, and get the hell out of here. Go!"

There is a silence between us. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Please, just go."

I nodded. "You know where I'll be."

I turned my back on Dean and leave the motel room. Dean takes another look at Sam's body and a tear falls from his eye.


Emma's POV

I was leaning against the balcony as I listened to their conversation in tears. I looked out and sobbed as I thought about Sam and the man that I killed last night. I heard Bobby's footsteps behind me. So I quickly wiped my tears away and glanced at Bobby.

I could tell that Bobby was hurting for Dean. I grabbed his hand and squeeze it. "He's grieving. I know he's angry but he didn't mean to hurt you." I whispered and Bobby nods, dumping the bucket in the trashcan nearby. I turned around and put my hands against the balcony. I hung my head down, fighting the tears back but I was unsuccessful.

A tear falls from my eye and I closed my eyes, taking in a breath.

"Do you need to be alone too, Emma?" Bobby asks after a moment of silence between us.

"Um...no." I whispered, biting my bottom lip to stop the quivering.

"I know you're hurting for Dean and Sam. But I think you should come back with me so you can deal with this properly." Bobby says, glancing at my face.

I looked away from Bobby to the door then back to Bobby. "I can't leave Dean. He can't be alone right now. Bobby... oh god... I've done something terrible last night. I can't..." I let out a sob, glancing away from Bobby.

He quickly went to my side. "Emma?" He puts his hand on my shoulder and I glanced back up at him.

"What are you talking about? It's not your fault that Sam died." Bobby says to me gently and I shook my head. "No... The man who killed Sam. I killed him."

Bobby's eyes widen at me. "What? Emma, what have you done?" I couldn't say a word because I was sobbing really hard. Bobby took my arm and we walked together to his car.

"Emma, you need to take a breath and tell me what happened." Bobby says gently while rubbing my arm in comfort.

I sighed heavily, wiping my tears away. I closed my eyes for a second then glanced at Bobby.

"I… I lost it. I got so angry that it's like... Like the rage took over me and the next thing I know, I had broken his neck with my hands. I was so sick to my stomach. I… I couldn't control myself, Bobby."

Bobby sighed heavily, nodding. "Okay… well, what did you do with his body?"

"Nothing… I just left his body. I just… I freaked out, Bobby."

"Okay... I still think you need to come with me so you can deal with this."

"No, Bobby. I can't. I feel tremulously guilt over this and Sam's death. I saw his death in my vision and I didn't even tell Sam or Dean about it. I caused his death. This is my fault. I just… hate myself."

Bobby sighed heavily and took his hat off, moving his hand over his head in frustration. He then put his hat back on.

"Okay, Emma. But you need to call me if anything else happens. Deal?"

I nod and we hugged tightly. I let out a sob as Bobby kissed me on the top of my head. "You'll know where I'll be then. Take care of yourself and Dean too."

I nodded and watched him walk away. I crossed my arms and watched his car driving away.


I glanced over to Dean. He was staring at Sam's body, lost in his thoughts. After about an hour, I decided to enter the room. Dean didn't say a word as I entered. I slowly walked over and bent down next to Dean. He ignored me.

I took his hand gently. "Dean..." I whispered.

"Don't. I know what you are going to say. No. Don't even bother." Dean says roughly, not looking at me and took his hand back.

"Dean. We have to. This is not healthy. We have to bury Sam." I said gently and Dean looks at me angrily.

"No. We're not going to! Damn it, Emma!" Dean shouted at me and I stood up, folding my arms.

"I know you're grieving so I'm going to let that one go. But Dean… at some point, we're going to have to say…." I sigh heavily as I closed my eyes.

"We're going to have to say goodbye to Sam and bury him. It hurts me to see you. It hurts me to see Sam like this."

Dean sobs quietly, biting his bottom lip. "Just let me have a moment with Sam. Then we'll talk about it, Emma." Dean says, glancing at me with tears in his eyes.

I nodded then walked away to let Dean have his time with Sam's body.


This is part 1, I will post the part 2 up sometime tomorrow.

jesskalynn4: Thank you for the review! I'm glad you enjoyed my Christmas chapter... Hopefully in the future, I will write another one. :)