3 days later, the funeral was held.

Sam had carried her.

Bloody and broken in his arms in the back seat of the Impala.

Praying she'd open her eyes and laugh.

Dean had called for Cas, he hadn't come to their aid.

The Base was devastated.

They knew of death.

They knew every hunter took the risks.

They never imagined that Eri would fall.

Eri, who was strong and smart and brave.

Eri who known to no one possessed demon powers.

Eri who known to no one was the daughter of a Greek God.

Eri who was a demigod of death.

The ceremony was beautiful, dressed in cleaned up professional hunting gear with her bow and gold coins in her eyes, Eri was salted and burned.

The entire Base had come to pay their respects.

The entire Base mourned in silence as the body of their fiercest warrior and leader burned to ash.

A separate ceremony was held for Teresa and Jackie.

They too had an audience, it was hard though for most to believe they had been possessed, even worse one killed by their own leader.

The brothers had stayed for another few days.

To help the Base they claimed.

To drink themselves to sleep in reality.

Dean took it hard, as hard as he did losing his dad, Bobby, Jo and Ellen. Even Cas, though still alive had abandoned him too.

Sam on the other hand fell apart completely. Sure he had lost Jess, Madison too and she had even been a werewolf, but neither of them had known his secrets like Eri.

Eri had understood.

Eri had made her sacrifice for the greater good regardless of who she was.

The Base, typically buzzing with missions, activity and people, became silent as a tomb. People walked the halls slowly and whispers sped.

Nothing was the same.

A few days later, Sam was in the garage sitting in Eri's Camaro. They had retrieved it from the destroyed beach house, but none had dared to drive it again.

It wasn't just a car that was found in the bunker.

It wasn't just an ordinary car.

It had been Eri's sister's car.

The only relic from Eri's past.

Sam brushed his fingers over the wheel, taking in the scent of leather and gas. It seemed that sitting in the old classic was the only place where he felt calm.

"Sam," Patrick called, "Hey Sam."

"Here," Sam said, restig his arm on the window.

"Hey, you busy?" Patrick asked, bending down to the car's level.

"No," Sam shook his eyes, glancing over the sharp polished paint.

"Good, I need to talk to you," He said, "Everyone knows that Eri was in charge. Everyone knows that you and your brother are some of the best damn hunters in the business. We need someone here that can lead us Sam. We need you and Dean to stay and take over for Eri."

Sam looked up, shocked at Patrick's proposition.

"What?"

"We discussed it," Patrick said, "All the others in charge around here. They believe you two are it."

"I can't-" Sam began.

"Hey, no answers now but at tonight's dinner, we have to know. Talk to Dean, then tell us. The Base is our responsibility but saving people from demons, ghosts and monsters is all of our responsibility."

Patrick walked away and Sam furrowed his brow, thinking about responsibility.

Could they stay?

Should they stay? He looked back at round the black interior of the Camaro.

Round gauges, a square radio, a stickshift on the floor with buckets seats. Just like any normal musle car that had been restored.

But Sam knew there was a pistol underneath his seat as well as a dagger hidden underneath the arm rest on the door. He knew that the black and white dice that hung over the rear view mirror were weighted so they could knock someone out. Even the glass was bullet proof and the seats had kevlar sewen in them.

Eri had changed so much, taken on so much responsibility.

Just like him.

Sam had caused all of this to change.

He hated it.

Why did he get to come back?
Why couldn't she?

It had been his fault she had died.

Why couldn't he have died instead.

She didn't deserve to die.
Sam climbed out of the soft seat and walked inside the Base, calling for Dean.

A few hours later, the brothers walked in the dining room, duffel bags slung over their shoulders.

"Hey guys," Patrick said, looking up, "What are you doing?"

"We're leaving," Dean said.

"What?" You can't!" Patrick said "What about taking over for Eri?"

"We can't do that," Sam shook his head.

"Eri was a hunter, but she raised and trained here. We weren't. We don't do things like this," Dean explained, "We need to take responsibility for what happened to her."

"But our way," Sam added, "The way we were taught and we can't do that here."

"So you won't take her place?" He asked.

"No," Dean shook his head, "But I think you can. You know everything here. How it all works."

"And we'll still be around," Sam said, "We're not leaving you in the dust. We'll keep in touch, work together when we need."

After a beat of silence, Patrickshrugged and held out a hand.

"Alright then, I'm sorry to see you guys go, but I can't force you to stay. Eri wouldn't have wanted that."

The boys shook hands with the other hunter, nodding.

"You'll be ok," Dean said, gesturing to the dining room, "You've got a lot of hunters here, you guys can pull through this."

"Ya," Patrick grinned, "We gotta fight. For her."

"Always keep fighting," Sam murmured, "It's what she would have wanted."

"Exactly," Patrick nodded.

"Alright, let's hit the road man," Dean said, walking away.

"Got it," Sam said and turned away.

"Hey Sam wait," Patrick said, fishing something small out of his pocket.

"She wanted you to take these."

He handed Sam a pair of keys.

Small, insignificant square keys.

With the Chevy bowtie engraved on them

"Are you serious?" Sam asked as he wrapped his hands around the cold metal.

"Eri loved that car," Patrick said, "She knew that if she ever died, she wouldn't be able to take the car and always wanted the Camaro to be out on the road. Hunting Hell as she put it."

"Thanks," Sam said, fighting back a well of tears.

20 minutes later, the garage doors opened.

Shooting out from the mountain was a black behemoth. Sleek and long, rumbling and shaking. Amber colored light lit the road ahead as the faint strands of Metllica rose in volume.

Behind it was a stocky, but just as powerful monster. It's red skin shining under the moonlight, glistening like blood. It roared louder then it's leader, challenging the night.

FIN

REVIEWS PLEASE! REVIEWS PLEASE! REVIEWS PLEASE!

Also fun side note: I'd like to point out that Sam discovered in the glove box the demon trapping whip and the boys did keep in touch with the California Chapter of the Men of Letters