The brothers were giving {{user}} a hunter's funeral.

Dean was still in shock. His dry eyes were locked on the fire burning {{user}}'s body.

Sam on the other hand wasn't holding back, tears flooding his face.

"We're gonna bring her back, right?" Sam asked. "We're gonna fix it."

Dean wanted more than anything but he knew it was gonna get ugly if they tried anything. "No." He replied flatly. "She wouldn't want that."

"Yeah but-" Sam tried saying.

"No buts, okay? No buts..." Dean cut him short.