A/N: written for my Title Writing Challenge because I'm bored and needed inspiration.
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It’s a nothing town in the middle of nowhere, Louisiana. The kind of place that pretends it’s dead so death won’t bother coming. Cracked roads, half-empty bars, air thick with swamp rot and something older, heavier.
Dean steps out of the Impala and breathes in the rot like it's penance.
The graveyard isn’t marked. Not on maps. Not even with real names. Just a crooked wooden sign that says Whisper Hollow like it’s a joke only the dead would get.
There’s no headstone. Just a patch of dirt and a mess of wild daisies, half-dead, tangled like fingers clawing their way up from below.
Dean kneels down slow. Bones aching. Soul heavier than it’s been in months.
“This is stupid,” he mutters. “You’re not even here.”
But he still comes. Every year. Like it’ll fix something.
Like it'll bring him back.
Benny never asked for flowers. Never cared for sentiment. Said he didn’t believe in graves.
"Ashes to ashes, brother. After all I been through, I ain’t afraid of where I end up."
Dean used to laugh when he said that. Now it just makes him want to scream and cry and punch metallic thins until his knuckles bleed heavy in scarlet liquid.
Purgatory still clings to him in dreams. The echo of blades, the press of breath against his back. Benny at his shoulder, always steady. Always watching. Always just an arms length away.
There weren’t words for what they were down there. There didn’t have to be.
Trust. Blood. Loyalty that wasn’t asked for, just earned—every damn day.
Dean remembers the way Benny looked at him after a fight—blood splattered, hands shaking—and how Dean sometimes couldn’t breathe under the weight of it. Like Benny saw everything, even the parts Dean tried to bury six feet deep.The ones not even Sam asked about.
He sets a single daisy down in the dirt. Crushed petals. Bent stem. Something about it feels appropriate.
“You still got your hooks in me, you son of a bitch,” Dean says, voice rough. The wind stirs. Silent. Mocking.And for a second, just a second, he swears he hears Benny’s voice behind him.
"Ain’t about hooks, brother. It’s about hearts. And yours ain’t never stopped bleeding."
But when Dean turns, there’s nothing but shadows and crows.
He leaves the grave with dirt under his nails and silence in his throat. Dead daisies don’t talk. But that doesn’t stop him from listening, silently begging to God himself to bring Benny back to life, just for him, whether human or vampire, Dean didn’t care. He just wanted his creature back..
I cannot believe that after 15 seasons this epic tale will come to a conclusion. What started as a TV show about two brothers has given me so much. It has given me a family, a community, confidence, faith in people, and kept me entertained. I will always be grateful for Jensen and Jared who opened the door for me to be exposed to so many other wonderful people. Misha, Rob, Rich, Ruthie, Mark S., Mark P., Ty, Osric, Kim, Felicia, Brianna, Alona, Jeffrey. I am so very lucky. We are so very lucky. Misha sharing his love and kindness and generosity with us. Rob and Rich constantly supporting each other and showing us what that kind of friendship looks like. Strong, wonderful women like Ruth and Kim and Briana guiding us in a female revolution and teaching us that it's ok to go off the beaten path and that we are stronger united supporting each other rather than tearing each other down. Felicia showing us that's it's ok to be nerdy. The cast of this show has welcomed us into their lives, shared their families with us and made sure we always knew that we were a part of it. I am so sad to see it end but I will not let my family go because the show is over. I love all of my spnfamily and we will get through this.
Oh my god. I have seen X2 too many times (but not recently) it took me so long to realize Ty Olsen is the security guard who gets killed bc Mystique puts metal in him
