Stood in a field, my eyes were swamped with tears as I watched Daniel's body burn on top of the pyre. Dean and Sam had given me the option of burial or a hunter's funeral. I chose the second one because he had died in that way.
On the way out here, they had explained to me more about the hunter lifestyle aswell as what happens to them. Sam said something about the corpses being salted and burned so that they don't come back at vengeful spirits. Dean had also tried to reassure me by telling me about how they gave their Dad a hunters funeral when he died.
I sniffed before dragging a hand across my eyes wiping away the tears.
Dean wrapped his arm around my back before pulling me close comfortingly.
We had been driving for around four hours when Dean pulled off the main road and down an entrance way with old metal fencing lining it. We hadn't talked during that time. I felt sick as the days events replayed in my head. What was worse, was knowing that Daniel's dead body was once in the trunk. Looking out the window, I noticed a sign strung up on the fencing.
'Singer Auto Self Service Salvage Yard'
"Where are we?" I asked, breaking the silence.
"Sioux Falls, South Dakota. We're hauling up here for the night." Dean stated.
An old wooden house came into view
Walking up the steps to the porch, Dean knocked on the door.
There was no response for a few minutes before an old looking man with a tatty red plaid shirt and a blue baseball cap opened the door armed with a gun and a metal flask.
"Hey, Bobby." Dean greeted.
"What are you idjits doing here at this time?" He asked.
"Sorry, Bobby." Sam apologised. "We just need somewhere to stay."
"It's been a long day." Dean added.
The man who Sam and Dean had referred to as 'Bobby' nodded before noticing me standing behind them. "Who's this?" He asked.
"I'm Adalynn." I introduced nervously.
Bobby turned back to Sam and Dean.
"We'll explain later." Dean stated before walking inside and motioning for me to follow.