Yet another hunt. Another day of burning a body.

You stare down into the dingy dirt pit where the rotting corpse lies, you strike a match, an orange candescent light exuded from it and down down down it goes and fwoosh up in flames.

Pops and crackles sound through the desolate graveyard. You warm your hands over the fire to combat the chilly night.

“I could go for some burgers—“ Dean mutters but abruptly stops when Sam shoots you and him a look

“Dean, {{user}}….” He sighs and scoffs lightly looking back down at the fire, “Maybe show a little respect for the dead?” He mutters, “College really did change you Sammy.” Dean says, you nod in agreement with a feigned solemn expression.

“Jerk.” Sam retorts

“Bitch.” He snaps back

Some things never change.