The brothers, Avery and Tucker stood in front of a funeral pyre -- John's. The only light came from the wrapped, burned body. Standing behind, hands in pockets, were Sam, Austin and Dean. Sam was near tears and fidgeting and Dean and Austin were staring into the flames silently.
"Before he... before, did he say anything to you? About anything?" Sam asked.
Dean and Austin didn't look at Sam as the latter answered, "No. Nothing."
"Why'd Grandpa have to go?" Tucker asked.
Avery looked down at him. "That's how life is. Do you know The Lion King?"
"Yeah. Life's a circle. Life, did and all everyfing."
"Exactly, and it your grandfather's time to go."
"It's not fair."
"No it isn't."
JUNKYARD - ONE WEEK LATER
Dean was underneath the Impala working on it, only his legs sticking out. It was still a rusted frame, but looked less crunched.
Sam and Austin approached and the former asked, "How's the car coming along?"
"Slow," Dean answered.
"Yeah? Need any help?"
Dean dropped a tool heavily. "What, you under a hood? I'll pass."
"Need anything else, then?"
Dean pushed himself out from under the table and stood. "Stop it, Sam."
"Stop what?"
"Stop asking if I need anything, stop asking if I'm okay. I'm okay. Really. I promise."
Sam pursed his lips. "All right, Dean, it's just... We've been at Bobby's for over a week now and you and Austin haven't brought up Dad once."
"You know what? You're right. Come here. I'm gonna lay my head gently on your shoulder. Maybe we can cry, hug, and maybe even slow dance."
"Don't patronize me, Dean, Dad is dead. The Colt is gone, and it seems pretty damn likely that the demon is behind all of this, and you're acting like nothing happened."
"What do you want me to say?"
"Say something, all right? Hell, say anything. Aren't you angry? Don't you want revenge? But all you do is sit out here all day long buried underneath this damn car."
"Revenge, huh?"
"Yeah."
"Sounds good. You got any leads on where the demon is? Making heads or tails of any of Dad's research? Because I sure ain't. But you know, if we finally do find it -- oh. No, wait, like you said. The Colt's gone. But I'm sure you've figured out another way to kill it. We've got nothing, Sam. Nothing, okay? So you know the only thing I can do? Is I can work on the car."
Dean crouched by the car again, getting back to work.
"Well, Sam and I've got something, all right?" Austin said as he pulled out a cell phone. "It's what we came by here to tell you. This is one of Dad's old phones. Took us awhile, but we cracked his voicemail code. Listen to this." He handed the phone to Dean, who stood and took it reluctantly.
"John, it's Ellen. Again. Look, don't be stubborn, you know I can help you. Call me."
"That message is four months old," Sam told his brother.
"Dad saved that chick's message for four months?" Dean asked.
"Yeah."
"Well, who's Ellen? Any mention of her in Dad's journal?"
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Remember Tomorrow
Mystery / ThrillerAustin was out of the life. But tragedy still struck. And then a knock sounded on his front door. And just like that, he was back in; with his son. The brothers reunite to find their father. But it's not as easy as they thought. Finding one who do...
