Right! Last chapter, hopefully this will be good, and end with a bang, not a fizzle.
Six weeks later
It had been a while since Ash died. I still dreamt about her, and I missed her, but I understood what she had done for me. She had died for me, she had given her life to save me. I respected that. I looked up at the sky. It was clouded with rain. I smiled and sipped the vodka I had in my hand. Life was good now, but with the Winchester luck, he could be hit by a truck at any moment. Dean, Dad and I were having some down time at Pastor Jim's.
"Hey, Sam?" Dad's voice broke me out of my thoughts. I turned to see Dad standing there. I smiled.
"Yeah?" I said as he sat down next to me.
"Do you….want to talk about it?" Dad asked hesitantly. I sighed.
"There isn't anything to talk about. Ash is dead, and she isn't coming back. I know that. Yeah, I miss her, but you do tend to miss people you know who are dead." I said. Dad smiled.
"Okay, son." He said. Dean came over from chopping wood and sat down next to me on the other side. We sat in silence for a while.
"So what was she?" Dean asked after a while. I smiled.
"She was a witch." I told them. Dean's eye brows shot up and Dad's eyes narrowed.
"Oh?" Dad asked. I smiled wider.
"Yeah." I said, remembering the spells she used to do to make me smile.
Just because she was dead didn't mean that she wasn't there.
….
In the trees, a pale girl stood, her blue eyes watching Sam and his family. She smiled when he laughed at something Dean said. The girl sighed.
"You silly, silly boy." she whispered. Just because they thought she was dead didn't mean she was.