"Huh..."

They were walking through a cemetery, looking for their suspect in a nasty haunting. Sam had stopped to read a marker.

"What?"

"This marker – he died today. Five years ago, today. He was just a kid."

Dean looked at the flat marker, decorated with flowers, coins, photographs, and a line of pine cones from surrounding trees. The boy had turned sixteen only a month before he died.

"That's hard," Dean said. Sam was still staring at it. "You okay?"

"Yeah. Yeah." But he sniffed and cleared his throat. "We should keep looking, hunh?"

"Yeah."

We'll love you forever, kid.

A/N: as always, I'm surprised at how surprised I am that today is as hard as it is. I'm blessed to be part of this fandom. I don't know what I'd do without you.