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uuuh-shiny:

What’s left of him by *JoWinchester401
“everything Dean”

Sam buried Dean only in clothes…
It took him the whole day just to change his dead brother into a new one. The body was so shattered, so drained in blood and barely were holding together. Gently he removed everything from it. The torn clothes, the bracelets, the samulet, the ring… Everything so Dean.
He couldn’t cry anymore, eyes dry, empty, like he felt inside. He cleaned everything as he could, put some new clothes on Dean covering the wounds, making it look like everything was OK, like his brother wasn’t torn to pieces because of him, like he still could fix it… 
The grave was ready, deep and hollow, like an open mouth waiting to swallow up everything, his hopes, his dreams, his family… 
It was time. Sam took the samulet. Suddenly the thought fired through the fog his mind was in. These were the only things left of Dean. He had nothing else… And he couldn’t, he just couldn’t part with them. 
So Sam buried Dean only in clothes, keeping the link between them unbroken through the phone (full of Dean’s voice), the ring (shining on his finger), the samulet (heavy against his chest), the leather jacket (still smelled like Dean) and Impala (waiting outside).

uuuh-shiny:

What’s left of him by *JoWinchester401

“everything Dean”

Sam buried Dean only in clothes…

It took him the whole day just to change his dead brother into a new one. The body was so shattered, so drained in blood and barely were holding together. Gently he removed everything from it. The torn clothes, the bracelets, the samulet, the ring… Everything so Dean.

He couldn’t cry anymore, eyes dry, empty, like he felt inside. He cleaned everything as he could, put some new clothes on Dean covering the wounds, making it look like everything was OK, like his brother wasn’t torn to pieces because of him, like he still could fix it…

The grave was ready, deep and hollow, like an open mouth waiting to swallow up everything, his hopes, his dreams, his family…

It was time. Sam took the samulet. Suddenly the thought fired through the fog his mind was in. These were the only things left of Dean. He had nothing else… And he couldn’t, he just couldn’t part with them.

So Sam buried Dean only in clothes, keeping the link between them unbroken through the phone (full of Dean’s voice), the ring (shining on his finger), the samulet (heavy against his chest), the leather jacket (still smelled like Dean) and Impala (waiting outside).

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