𝐇𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 > 𝐒𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐥 {𝟏}

𝐗𝐋𝐈𝐈

"Take care of my sons. The best you can." Karina!! "Take care of my sons. The best you can."

Hands were shaking. Quiet sobs. Breathing was short. Chest was hard. Heart was beating loudly.

Bronze complexion hands were cleaning onto the sink. Red-stained liquid runs through the drain. Still sobbing. Shortage breathing. Sniffing. Eyes were in pain. Faucet water was still running.

Head was on the sink. Eyeing on the blood. Cleaning through the palm of the hand. Holding on.

Hands turned off the levers. Wheezing breathing. Hands on each side of the sink. Holding on.

Slowly it lifted its head up on the reflection of the mirror. Familiar face was staring back at the familiar reflection. Broken. Eyes were bloody red. Tears were still running down the cheeks. Reaching for the ponytail. Hands were shaking.

Unable to release upon the shoulders. Hands ripping their way through. While seeing the reflection of the broken person. Humanity... Huntress... Karina Leone...

She quickly inhaled her sob, until she exhaled her tears. She couldn't breathe. She couldn't breathe. Her chest was on fire... Burning through and through. Letting it go. Letting everything go.

She turned her back on her reflection. Her legs couldn't move forward. She collapsed her entire helpless body onto the ground. Window was shining through from the full moon.

She was reaching her right hand which was still on the ground. She opened her red tears eyes, hoping to see one person in front of her. Again. There was nothing... her hand was laid upon the wooden tiles of the floor.

She tightly shut her eyes, returning her hand back to her chest. She sobbed, couldn't breathe. Tears were running down. She repeatedly sobbed, trying to return her breath. his warmth... needed his hazel eyes... his voice calming her down.

There was nothing... Nothing... Nothing... Her humanity heart was stabbed in her chest.

***

Dean Winchester's eyes landed upon his lifeless brother's body lying on the mattress. Dark circles under his eyes. Not blinking from the sight. He remembered Karina's voice, how helpless she was especially after everything she could to protect his brothers for two years.

Now... she sacrificed herself for him.

"Dean?"

Dean turned his eyes from Sam to Bobby who was carrying a bucket of fried chicken. "Brought you this back."

Bobby entered himself. Dean looked back at Sam's gray corpse as he answered back. "No, thanks. I'm fine... How's Kay doing?"

"Still breaking down. She couldn't sleep, couldn't eat. She hardly steps out of the room."

"14 years of humanity will give you that."

"Yeah... still you should eat something."

"I said I'm fine."

Dean walked up to Bobby, grabbing a bottle of beer. He drank it, leaving Bobby worried. Not just Dean... Karina as well. He was worried for both of them, knowing how much Sam meant to them.

"Dean... I hate to bring this up. I really do, but don't you think maybe it's time... we bury Sam?"

Dean looked at Bobby and answered without hesitation. "No."

He sat on the chair, drowning in thoughts. "We could...maybe..."

Dean's tired eyes looked upon Bobby, finishing his thought. "What-- torch his corpse? Not yet."