(Lillian's p.o.v)
I stand next to Sam as he finishes covering up Dean's grave. I bit my lip, holding back the tears that threatened to fall. Sam didn't say anything, but we both know that we're both dieing a little on the inside.
"Here, he'd want you to have it." Sam says handing me Dean's necklace. I take it from his hand. I look at, then immediately put it around my neck. "Sam, I'm going back home. In Missouri, I can't be around memories of him every day, I'm sorry, but I just can't," I say pulling my jacket closer to me.
"Yeah, I get it," he says. We stand in silence for a moment before he pulls me into a hug. "He loved you a lot, I hope you know that," Sam tells me. "I know, I love him a lot too," I say. We then head back to the hotel, and gather up our stuff.
I look out the window to see Leah pull up. "Um, Sam? I'm leaving now," I say looking at him. "Yeah, be safe will ya?" He asks. "Yeah," I say. Then I go out to Leah's car. A black 69' Mustang. I throw my stuff in the trunk, and get in.
"Hey, how are you?" She asks pulling me into a hug. I break down, and cry into her shoulder. A free minutes later I pull away and wipe my eyes. "Sorry," I mumble. "It's okay," she says, then looks at my necklace. "Was that Dean's?" She asks. I nod my head, "Yea, it was."
2 months later
I sat in bed, looking at Dean's necklace. "I miss you," I mumble. "Hey Lil, you ready?" Leah asks. "Yeah, just give me a sec," I yell back. It's been two months since Dean died. I still miss him a lot.
4 months after Dean's death
I sighed and sat up in bed. Missing Dean like I do every day. Leah was out on a hunt in Alabama. I got up, put on some jeans, and one of Dean's shirts. It still smelled like him.
I walked down stairs, looking at Dean's necklace that I rarely took off. When there was a knock on the door. I walk over and open it. At first I thought my eyes were playing a trick on me. "Dean?"