Beginning of the End Δ SPN [ 3 ]

chapter forty

They're having a memorial for Mary and some other hunters are there and the three Winchesters and Cas stand at the top of the stairs leading to the library.

"We know it wasn't easy for some of you to get here, and we thank you. We, uh -- we gave her a hunter's send off a few days ago. But we know that her family went beyond just us. Some of you hunted alongside her. Some of you fought Michael with her in the other world. You know, we lost our mom once before. But we got a second chance with her. And we got to know her not just as mom, but as someone who had opinions and wasn't shy to use them. She could handle a machete. She could handle a vampire. She could handle our old man. She couldn't cook worth a damn. Mom, you weren't here long enough. But we're so glad for the time that we had. Goodbye, mom."

"Bye, mom." Sam says.

"To Mary." Everybody choruses, taking sips of their drinks. Suddenly a guy at the end of the map table gets a hatchet thrown into his head. Everybody looks around, Sam pulling Evie behind him. They look over and find Bobby.

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"Make sure I get my hatchet back." Bobby says as two hunters drag the wraith away. "Damn wraith. Knew him from a nest your mom and I busted up on our last hunt. Probably here to gloat. The bastard."

"Thanks for coming out." Sam says.

"A hunter's memorial, complete with monster. Mary would have appreciated that." Cas says.

"Now that you mention it, yeah. How are you?" Bobby asks Sam.

"Hey, you know. It's tough." Sam says.

"And the one one?" Bobby asks.

"Yeah, Dean seems to be doing okay. Hard to say." Sam says.

"No, he's just a really good bullshi--" Evie stops, seeing her dad's look. "Actor. He's good at acting. You know, hiding emotions and all that."

"Yeah. Maybe he's like me. Bein' teary in public's not my style." Bobby says.

"Hey. Uh, most everybody's headed out, but Bobby's gonna stick around." Sam tells his brother who walks over. "I thought maybe we could open that scotch Ketch left and hang out, talk about mom."

""Talk about mom"?" Dean asks.

"Yeah." Sam nods.

"Isn't that what we've been doing?" Dean asks, leaving.

"Yeah, no, he's great." Evie says sarcastically. Sam gives her a look. "Sorry."

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Sam and Evie are sitting at the kitchen table, Cas across from Sam. Bobby walks over with two beers, placing one in front of Sam.

"Memory lane?" Bobby asks, looking at the picture of Mary and a toddler Dean that Sam puts on the table.

"Yeah. I mean, Dean couldn't have been but 4 years old. I wasn't even 6 months." Sam says.

"You know, at one time, you boys were good lookin'." Bobby says.

"Thanks." Sam chuckles.