A/N: Hello fellow followers readers supernatural fans and hunters. I am so sorry that this toad so long but I've been busy with other projects. Master sword I haven't forgotten on my rewrite of the series. I did take some time to think how I wanted this one to go specifically. But my mind of course wants to thank silver seasons ahead. And I must say what it came up with my surprise all of you. Lol. I have one chapter done on this one so far. So please be patient with me and bear with my slowness, It's unusual with me I know. Lol.
Carry on wayward supernatural fans. On the road so far.
"Come on, Sam, I'm begging you. This is stupid." Dean huffed, literally on the urge of whining.
Lula rolled her eyes, inclining in the backseat of the Impala as she tried to read a book, well, this wasn't any ordinary book, but John Winchester's journal, her father's journal. She had taken to read about her brothers instead of asking them directly, Knowing damn well they weren't going to answer her questions even if she asked. Well, Sam most likely would tell her anything about himself if she asked, Dean definitely wouldn't.
If anything, he will look at her and say, 'I don't do any chick flick moments.' Why she wouldn't ask her older, older brother anything about him, he wouldn't give it. Sam, he was forthright about what truly happened to her mother when it was asked, he was even so kind to explain the situation with yellow eyes and what happened to their mother, and how their father had turned into a man with a mission after Mary Winchester's death.
Well, revenge must run in the family, because she was all about revenge on yellow eyes, considering both her brothers, herself included, was suspicious of why all this time her mother would be possessed by a demon since yellow eyes was on the move. It was too cresidential, and it didn't sit right with her.
"Why?" Sam asked, sounding generally confused.
"Going to visit Mom's grave? She doesn't even have a grave - there, there was no body left after the fire."
Well, Lula couldn't argue with that logic. Mary was burned, there was nothing to visit, just like Maddie's body was burned. Thinking about her mother made her heart ache, just as it did when she thought about their father. Of course, her brothers were actually her half Brothers, but did that really matter? They were family, right?"
"She has a headstone." Sam said, now sounding annoyed.
Lula sighed, resisting the urge to smack Sam on the side of the head just to get him to shut up. She turn the Page in John's journal and begin to read, hoping that the discussion will burn out eventually.
"Yeah, put up by her uncle, a man we've never even met." Dean huffed. "So you wanna, go pay your respects to a slab of granite put up by a stranger? Come on."
"Dean, that's not the point."
"Well then, enlighten me, Sam."
Lula groaned as she tossed her head back against the seat, staring up at the roof of the Impala. She just had to forget to charge her iPod so she couldn't listen to music and drown out their bickering. Or, in this case a discussion, that more sounded like an argument.
"it's not about a body, or, or, a casket. It's about her memory, okay?"
Dean hummed.
Lula frowned, eyes lowering from the roof to rest on Sam. Sam was six months old when their mother died, he didn't have any memories of Mary like Dean did. Dean was four, he had more memories of their mother, which meant visiting an empty grave would be harder on Dean than Sam. But Sam didn't have any memories of her and that's perhaps why he wanted to visit her grave.
That, she could completely understand, wanting to honor someone's memory by visiting a grave, even if it was an empty one and only symbolic.
"And after Dad it just..." Sam sighed. "just feels like the right thing to do."
"It's irrational, is what it is."
"Look, man. No one asked you to come."
"Why don't we swing by the roadhouse instead?" Dean asked. "I mean, we haven't heard anything on the demon lately. We should be hunting that son of a bitch down."
"That's a good idea, you should." Lula suddenly spoke up, tired of hearing the discussion, and really she would argue on Sam's behalf just to hear the end of it. "I'll go with Sammy and you go back to the Roadhouse. We're catch up."
"Just drop us off, we're hitch a ride, and we're meet you there tomorrow." Sam suggested.
"Right. Stuck ... stuck with those people, making awkward small talk until you show up? No thanks."
"Dean Winchester ladies and gentlemen, afraid of small talk." She closed their father's journal and gasp dramatically. "And I thought you being afraid of flying would be shocking, but you actually being afraid to make small talk. Wow, that takes the gold."
"Maybe I'll drop you off on the side of the road." Dean's voice was taking on an amused tone even though it sounded like he was annoyed.
"And? We both know that your conscious won't let you do that." Lula began to smirk as Dean grumbled under his breath, Sam snorted and shook his head.
"Anywhere you want to go, princess? Considering apparently a taxi service." Dean shot Sam a dirty look, to which Sam threw a bitch face back.
"Nope. Why?" She mumbled, settling back in the seat and opening the journal backup.
There was one grave, but she hadn't brought herself to go visit it since the accident. It was so long ago, and she was only thirteen at the time, was scared. Still was.
Her eyes drifted from the page and out the window, watching the scenery fly past them. Her mind falling back on that horrible night. She was so lost in thought that she didn't notice both of her brothers give her a glance, then how they shared a look.
She couldn't help but think what kind of person he would be now, if they would have gotten married, maybe had a few kids and a dog. If it wasn't for her, he would be alive.
Or even if he was still alive and they ended up married, with the demon still come knocking? Would she still be traveling with her brothers hunting down a demon who killed their father, mother and her mother? Would she have also lost her husband and possibly her children as well as her mother?
Maybe visiting a grave wasn't such a wise idea after all.