🎶: 'Far Too Young To Die' by Panic! At The Disco

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Then...

"NOOOO NO PLEASE OH GOD!" You screamed as you wailed. "It's over [y/n]... He's... Gone," Dean said, tears rolling down his cheeks, as he held you back.

You wormed out of his grasp, running to the lifeless body laying on he ground, soaked in blood.

"Come back please, PLEASE!" You cried as you gripped his shirt, placing your head on his chest. His eyes were clear of any sign of life, his body already starting to lose its warmth.

Your friend... Best friend, [y/bf/n], was dead.

"I'M GOING TO KILL THAT SONOVABITCH!" You yelled at the top of your lungs.

Now...

You kicked your table, you pushed your chair down. You threw your pillow towards your side table, knocking over the lamp. You screamed out, then collapsed on your bed. Your eyes hurt because of how much your were crying, your clothes were damp with salty tears.

"Why him? Why [y/bf/n]?!" You questioned no one in particular. You heard a knock on the door and moments later were greeted by a sad Sammy Winchester.

"Hey [y/n], can I come in?" He asked and you didn't say a word. He took it as a yes and sat down beside you.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Sam questioned and you didn't repsond. "[y/n]... It's been a week. We need to face it eventually, and his body is-"

"Sam please, I don't feel like right now. I was just going to come and tell you guys that I'm ready," You explained as you wiped your cheeks. Sam nodded, "Take your time. If you need to talk or anything, I'm here, Dean's there and even Cas."

He kissed your forehead and hugged you. You didn't want to let go, the hug made you feel calm.

*****

Dean gathered the firewood, Sam carried a few logs as well. You stood by the mound of logs, sobbing quietly. You were just about to watch your best friend get cremated. Obviously, you were disturbed.

Dean poured over some fuel for the fire and you clenched your fists. He had no emotion in his face, he was completely drained of any happiness.

Dean walked over to you, holding your hand. He looked over, kissing you on your head. You hugged his arm tightly, no gap between both of you.

Sam took a deep breath. He stepped closer towards your best friend's body and lit as many matches as he could. He shut his eyes and sighed, then threw the matches onto the body.

In a matter of seconds, the whole body was engulfed in flames. You had a look of horror, immediately bursting into tears. Dean hugged you, you burried your head into his chest. "Shhhh," He rubbed your back softly, looking at Sam sadly.

"[y/bf/n]... Dean and I did not know you as well as [y/n] did but the two years we spent with you were probably the best," Sam said aloud, "We learnt a lot from you, you were a great Hunter, one of the best. There were times where you saved us from our final fate. I wish... I-I... I wish we could have done the same for you."

"Do you want to say something?" Dean whispered into your ear. You took a breath to calm yourself down. You pulled away from the hug, looking at the bright fire.

"A friend, a best friend, a brother... No matter what, you were family. You taught me how to defend myself, to protect myself and the people around me," You said inbetween sobs, "I-I loved you as a friend, as a brother, as a lover. You took all the dark clouds above me away."

You paused, shutting your eyes and holding your hands together, in a prayer-like form. "I hope you rest in peace in Heaven, [y/bf/n]. You will always be in our hearts," You said, feeling another emotional wave coming.

You hugged Dean, crying. Sam wiped his face, Dean let the tears roll down, keeping a straight face.

*****

You stayed till the fire died down, till all that was left was ashes. You thought of keeping his ashes but deemed it better that you just let him remain in your heart. Any physical reminder would hurt you too much.

"Ready to go?" Dean asked, holding your hand. All you did was nod. You three walked back to the Impala, the ride home was completely silent.

No tunes played the way back, no one dared to say a word. Everyone was so emotional and traumatized by the whole incident. [y/bf/n]'s death was so sudden, so unexpected.

You made it your life mission to find the werewolf that did this and put an end to him and all the werewolves he knows.

From now, you're no more 'sweet and innocent' [y/n]. No way. You've seen too many people you love get hurt, too many die. You won't let the werewolf get away, even if you need to track him for your whole life.