A/N: Here is another one. I'm currently working on a Damon/Dean one, I'll have that up later today. Enjoy!
Body In A Box- City and Colour
Sam/John/Dean
There's a funeral procession on the highway,
Traffic screeches to a halt.
There's people searching for a better way,
To live their lives.
Dean was raised this way. To be a hunter. Sam was supposed to be raised this way too, but Sam had the guts to defy John, their father, and claim a life of his own. Dean had to watch as Sam left. He knew that if he left too, it would kill John. Sam wanted a better life then what was destined for Dean and him. And, as he left, he hoped Dean would see this too.
Johnny lived a good life, you'll hear them say.
As tears of sadness soak the ground.
The reaper crept in, took his breath away,
In the middle of the night.
Now, the two brothers stood, looking down at the body of their father. They didn't say anything, the silence was enough for them both. The silence spoke words. John had lived a good life, and he had died for a noble cause. To save Dean. Sam bowed his head, letting a few tears fall to the ground and get absorbed into the ground.
We celebrate the lives of the dead,
It's like a man's best party, only happens when he dies.
We gather 'round to pay our respects,
While their souls are still searching for the light,
Searching for the light.
Dean looked at Sam, who had his eyes cast downward. Dean looked towards the ground too. Sure, John wasn't the best father out there, but he had taught them things. And he sure as hell loved his boys. So, Dean, being the eldest sibling, took out the salt and poured it on his father's wrapped body. He wished his father the best of luck in his afterlife. Sam was still looking down as Dean looked at him, holding the matches.
So please don't come to me on my dying day,
Just let me go in peace.
With all the things that I forgot to say,
Racing through my mind.
And don't you bury me six feet under ground,
Just burn my body in a box.
And let my ashes blow with the wind,
Out into the night sky.
Dean dropped the matches onto his father's body as the corpse slowly started to burn. Dean and Sam stood, side by side and watched as their father burned slowly to ashes. He was salted and burned, like most hunters were. The two boys walked away, both hiding their emotions. A wind picked up, blowing John's ashes up into the sky.