Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or any of its characters. I wish I did, but alas. It was not meant to be.

Not Even Death

John Winchester had never felt pain like this before. Not since Mary died. But even then, he still had his boys. But now his boys where gone, two headstones as proof in front of him. The funeral for his beloved sons as half an hour ago. Only a small group of friends attended. Very small. Just four people, actually. The only people on earth, besides his family, that he trusted. Those people were Missouri, his psychic friend, Caleb, and three other fellow hunters.

This group of people now surrounded John at the foot of Sam and Dean's graves. Tears began to form in his red-streaked, tired eyes. His children were gone, destroyed at the hands of the demon. This feeling he felt, pulsing through his broken body, was worse than dying. At least the demon was back in Hell where it belonged. But was the cost worth it? The only thing that gave John comfort was that his boys were back with their mother, and Sam was with Jessica again.

As the group of people stood there silently, Caleb stepped forward and put his hand on John's shoulder, a gesture that told John it was time to go. John nodded his understanding, but before turning to leave, he set down a small box between the two graves. This box held pictures of the two brothers when they were younger. With one last look, he turned to leave.

As they were departing, Missouri sensed something peculiar. She turned around and saw something that made her smile. A young boy of about sixteen was kneeling by the box, looking down at it. Even though he was younger, Missouri recognized him for who he was. It was Dean. His hair was a little longer, very dirty blonde, and slightly spiked up; his eyes the same beautiful hazel.

"Well would you look at that." said Missouri, smiling. The four men turned, and John nearly gasped at what he saw, for he knew who the boy was. The other three men knew who it was too, but remained silent. As the group looked on, the boy put his hands on top of the box. He had a salomn, almost sad look on his face. Then, out of thin air, another boy appeared. He as about twelve, with chocolate colored shaggy hair that almost covered his shinning bluish-green eyes. It was Sam.

He kneeled down on the other side of the box and put his hands on the other boy's hands. They made eye contact for a moment, then broke into smiles that could light even the darkest corners; their eyes sparkling like the stars in a midnight sky. John's heart swelled as he realized that his boys were back together again. He didn't know why they were the age that they were, and probably would never know. But it didn't matter in the slightest, so long as they were together. Missouri and the other three hunters just smiled as they watched the scene play out before them. Then the two brothers disappeared together, proving that not even death could keep them apart.