Continuation of forgive and forget

Sam Winchester stood in front of the burning embers of his latest hunt. His eyes were moist with sadness as he gazed at his once lifelong friends burning body. He and Jimmy had met each other at the orphanage and from then on, had become inseparable. When the fire had destroyed their home, they had gone on the run and turned to hunting. Sam had remembered from before he was left, that his family had been hunters of the Supernatural and that the Supernatural was the reason for his mother's death, though that wasn't what his family believed. They thought that Sam, a four year old boy, had brutally slit his own mother's throat. That was the reason for them abandoning him. He would do anything to get his big brother's back, even his father, who he had never really been close to. Even to this day he could still remember the type of aftershave he wore and the natural scent that he could always smell on Dean and Adam. What he wouldn't do to smell that right now as he watched the only friend he had in the world burn. He could feel the tears fall silently down his face and didn't bother to wipe them away. Not even a prissy thing such as crying could deter the pain he was feeling right now. He stood there and just watched...

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John Winchester couldn't be prouder of his two boys. They had taken down two werewolves without is instructions, only their instinct to drive the, and had come out successfully. Dean was strong and had good instinct. He could see people in a way that neither John nor Adam could understand. That and fiercely protective of his family. Adam was calm, cool and collected. He was very wary when it came to strangers, a good trait when it came to this business. But as well as he was them things, he could extremely lovin' when it came to someone he trusted. John's mind was unexpectedly thrust back to his youngest son. Sammy would have been 16 now. It had been 11 years since he had last seen him and there wasn't a day that went by when he wished Sam hadn't killed his Mary. He wished that he didn't hate Sam so much. John knew that if Sam stayed with them then he would have been an excellent hunter. His mind then switched to their current situation. They were driving in their car, an Impala 67. One of the best and had been a part of their lives since day one. She was even more special because she had been Mary's. She had already been given to Dean as a birthday gift.

They were on a deserted highway and at the side was a tall array of trees that loomed above them like satanic angels of death, waiting to sweep up the unsuspecting folk. As he stared over into the green his eye caught sight of rising smoke just above the trees. Calling over to Dean to stop, he jumped out of the car and started running towards the smoke, Dean and Adam trailing uncertainly behind him. He felt a sense of pride wash over him; that even his sons would follow him, regardless of the dangers. They walked through the foliage of the canvassed trees; each wondering what could be burning. When they came upon a clearing, what they saw made them take a step back. There in the middle was a burning pyre, the outline of a body still visible, and standing in front was a tall man. His shoulders were shaking and they could tell that this person was saying goodbye to somebody that they cared for deeply. The three of the started to approach cautiously, knowing this funeral as one for a hunter. Their presence was alerted to the figure when Adam stepped on a twig. A loud snap resounded through the clearing, causing the man to sweep round in one quick motion. He stared at them for a couple of a minutes but a confusing, to them anyway, realisation cloud over his moist eyes. His hands tuned towards his head and dragged them through his hair, which was greasy with dirt, and let out a guttural moan before suddenly bringing himself to sense and asking "can I help you with something?"

To be continued...