Within the next few minutes I began to explain to Robbie what we really do for a living while Sam called Dean. It wasn't easy to explain to Robbie. He was confused and had a hard time believing me. My patience was wearing thin as much as I hated to admit but Robbie was just too thick headed to believe me. I heard Dean come in and Sam fill him in on what was going on. "So, a salt and burn kinda thing?" I heard him ask but Sam didn't answer, probably shrugged.
I ran a hand through my hair and sighed. "So ghosts, goblins, werewolves. Those are all real?" Robbie asked. "Yes." I breathed out for the third time and looked at him. "We have reason to believe that there is something tethering your brother's spirit to this world. He just doesn't realize it." I said looking over my shoulder as Dean walked into the room followed by Sam. Robbie was silent while I went back over everything with my brothers. "Shouldn't be anything too hard to handle." I say meaning that I could do it myself, though I kinda didn't want to. Not with a fresh body anyway. "When is his funeral?" Dean asked Robbie. "This weekend." He replied looking up. I felt bad for my boyfriend. Not only did his brother just die. Now we had to re-kill him, in a weird sense. "So what do you intend to do? Wait three days before re-digging the body up? Or what?" Same asked. "We don't have much of a choice." Dean said softly. "Wait. Burn the body?" Robbie asked confused and mildly concerned.
I bit my lip. "Um, yeah. It's just how this works." I say taking his hand for comfort but he pulled away. "Hell no." He said standing up. "I'm not going to let you do that to my little brother." He said shaking his head. "Robbie it's what we have to do." I said looking at him but it was clear he already had his mind made up as he gathered his items. He stepped up to the door and jabbed a finger at us. "You're all crazy. Hear me? Crazy!" He shouted before slamming the door behind him. "Well. You sure know how to pick them." Dean muttered as I put my head in my hands.
Three days passed and I was lying on the couch when Dean woke me up. "Today's the day." He said shaking my leg. I groaned. "Can we not?" I mumbled. Truth was we wouldn't be doing anything until tonight, but I was tired and hadn't slept well for the past few days. I heard Sam snort as he walked past. "And you said I used to be a pain to wake in the mornings." Dean chucked and I tossed a pillow at them both as I sat up. We ate breakfast and went back over our plans for the night. The day went by in a daze until I received a call from Robbie, the first I had talked to him since he was here.
"Emily? Um. I was thinking about what you were saying about what had to be done. To you know. Help him move on? Well I thought I would let you know that they uh. Well they had him cremated." Is what the worried voice said to me from the other line. Well that stops us from doing a salt and burn. I thought bitterly. "Do you still. See him?" I asked after a moment. "Yeah." Was the hesitant reply. "I need you to come over as soon as that funeral is over. Understand?" I say. "Yeah." Was all I got again before hearing a click then silence. Dean raised an eyebrow at me and I sighed. "Not going to be as easy as we had hoped." I said and Dean dropped his head. "Of course."