It's only Death! - 2
Missouri wasn't with out tears herself but she knew to save the rest of the line of Winchesters, they had to believe one of their one was dead. She walked over slowly and placed a hand on John, his once soft chocolate brown eyes looked like black coal. The priest also walked over and told the son that they has a few hours before the crew would come to lower his brother into the cold ground.
John sat with a blank look on is face, he knew his son wasn't in there, but where did his body go? His mind was still foggy about what had happened. He remembered the truck crushing the Impala. A sick feeling crawled into his throat, when he thought about the Impala. He heard his son ask him if he wanted to stay a while longer or if he wanted to go grab something to eat.
He knew some people had gone to Missouri's small diner to get something to each after the service. "Lets get out of here I'll come back later." He stood up and realized just how hungry he really was. It was a quiet ride to McCaw's roadside take out diner. Sam sat looking out the window watching the scenery. He wasn't very sure what he should say or if he should say anything at all.
It should have been him not his older brother, Dean.
He turned his attention to his father when the truck stopped. They both got out and went into the small diner, half the people already thought Dean was dead, so there wasn't many odd looks. A new waitress Candy walked over to them "You boys ready to order yet".
Sam looked at the waitress and he could almost hear is brother's voice, hitting on her. Almost. He looked at his father who avoided looking at her when he ordered his hamburger fried and pop to go. Sam watched as his father threw down the money and told him he was going to be in the truck. Sam ordered and waited for the food, then left with the bag with the heart attack food.
John drove to a small park where he use to take the boys when they were smaller. The got out of the truck and sat at one of the tables. John unwrapped his hamburger and took a huge bit, after all that happened a man had to keep up his strength. He had noticed that Sam hadn't really said anything.
"Sam, its okay to talk about what happened, your brother wouldn't want you to keep it bottle up like this ". John watched his son remove his order from the bag and realized what he had ordered, cheeseburger with mustard and onions, fries and a root beer.
Sam sat there staring at the food, it was the same thing his brother would of ordered, he gingerly picked up the cheeseburger and took a bite, chewed and swallowed, it. Then he ran over to the garbage can and it came up as fast as it went down. AS Sam stood up John could see the tears streaming down his son's face. John put down the hamburger he bought and walked over to Sam.
John did something Sam thought he was incapable of doing he wrapped his arms around Sam and held him as Sam sobbed into his shirt.
" Shh, Sam its okay, Dean is with your mother and Mary, we are going to have to live with that, we'll be fine. We have to be fine." John wasn't ever good at comforting people that was Dean's deal. One time they were at a campsite hunting a Wendigo and a small girl had seen what the creature could do; she was crying and carrying on. Just when John was getting to his last nerve. Dean had picked up the little girl and calmed her right down; telling her it was going to be okay.
John let go of his son stepped back and looked at him " You think you can finish you meal" he asked knowing the answer. Sam shook his head no. John led him back to the truck after throwing the food away. He decided they should go to Bobby's for a few days, he knew they'd have to get rid of the demons soul, but for now Missouri had that bastard in a cursed jar.
John told Sam that they where going to see uncle bobby for the weekend, when he got no protest he was pleased. Then worried that the fight might be out of Sam.
That is it the second installment… you'll have to wait until Tues for more