The Winchester Three (S4): Lazarus Rising

Ch 12 Section 7

Present Day: Graveyard

Angel, Dean and Sam stood around Barry's grave where they had already dug up his coffin. Sam watched as Angel put in the salt and fuel before Dean threw in a lighted match.

"So long, Barry Cook."

As Dean drove the impala down a dark road Angel turned to look at Sam, "How you doin?"

"Barry was my friend." He shook his head as he stared out the window, "I just burned his bones."

"I know..." Angel sighed looking away from him, "At least he's at peace now. That should be worth something."

"I mean... If Dad had let us stay just a little while longer, maybe I could have helped the kid, you know?"

Dean shook his head, "You read the coroner's report the same as us. Barry was on every anxiety drug and antidepressant known to man. School was hell for that kid."

"Not only that but his parents had split up." Angel agreed, "He just wanted out."

"It was tragic, but it's not your fault." Dean looked at Sam for a beat before taking a breath and shaking his head, "To tell you the truth, I'm glad we got out of that town."

Angel eyed him, "Why's that?"

"I hated that school."

Sam frowned, "It wasn't all bad."

Dean chuckled at Sam's disagreement, "How can you say that after what happened to you?"

Sam looked up to them in the front seat as he remembered the sometimes difficult and sometimes great times at Truman High.