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Chapter Thirteen:

Bobby heard Riley scream and without saying a word to Sam, took off running towards the sound.

He stopped running when he reached Dean and Sam wasn't more then two steps behind them.

"What happened?!" Bobby demanded.

"I don't know." Dean replied.

"What do you mean 'you don't know'?!"

"We burned the body and we started to cover it up and then she told me she was gonna go check the trail to make sure we hadn't left anything behind. I was finishing up with the dirt and I was about to go join her and then I heard the scream." Dean explained in a slightly panicked voice.

" Where is she? Where's my little girl?" Bobby asked him.

"I haven't seen her yet. I'm still looking."

The three of them started searching for Riley all around. They searched for awhile until it was Sam that finally found her.

"Guys over here!" he shouted.

Dean was at his side in two seconds and he looked down the hill. His heart dropped when he saw Riley's body crumpled at the bottom of the hill.

He jumped, sliding most of the way down on his back. He reached the bottom and ran to where Riley lay motionless. He knew he shouldn't move her incase she had a neck injury so he reached over and felt her neck for a pulse. There wasn't one.

A tear slid down Dean's cheek as he tried again to find a pulse, using her wrist this time. Still nothing.

By this time, Bobby and Sam were by his side.

"Riley?" Bobby asked kneeling next to his daughter.

"She-she's gone Bobby…" Dean whispered.

"No…no. Not my little girl…" Bobby gathered Riley into his arms and rocked back and forth.

Sam was crying, he loved Riley like a sister. She was family and this hurt more then any injury he'd ever had.

Dean walked away. He couldn't stand it. He loved Riley more then anything with the possibility of Sam. She was his world. They were best friends, and more. They loved each other. She couldn't be gone. Not like this.

Bobby wept over his little girl. She was the best thing that had ever happened to him. It wasn't supposed to end this way. He was supposed to go first, not the other way around. He cried uninterrupted until he felt a hand on his shoulder.

"Let's get her out of here Bobby." Sam told him.

He was the only one who could function properly right now.

"She can't be gone Sam…" he said sadly.

"Let's get her home. She wouldn't want to be seen like this." Sam helped Bobby into a standing position and he helped her carry Riley back up to the main level of the woods. They found a path that allowed them to skip the hill.

They found Dean and then headed back to the salvage yard.


Around three o'clock the next morning found the three Winchesters and Bobby gathered on the bank of the Missouri River. They had taken Riley home, cleaned her up and dressed her in jeans, her converse and her favorite Metallica t-shirt. Now they were here, preparing to send her out to sea.

John balanced on his crutches as he placed a rose on the pyre. "Goodbye honey. I'll miss you." he hobbled out of the way so Sam could say his goodbyes.

"Bye sis…I love you. You've always been there for me and I'm really gonna miss you." he placed his rose on the pyre and moved out of the way.

Dean walked up next. He placed the rose on and kissed his hand before placing it on the pyre. "I can't believe you're gone…I miss you so much already. We've been through so much together. You were my other half. God Ry…I honestly don't think I'll ever love anybody again…say hi to my Mom for me. I love you baby." Dean walked over to where John and Sam were standing.

Bobby walked up the pyre and he leaned on it. "I'm so sorry this happened Riley. I just wanted you to know that I love you, and because I know you'd want me to, I'm gonna be okay. It might take a while but I promise I'll be okay. I'll always love you sweetheart. And I'll make sure that lug head boyfriend of your takes care of himself. I hope you're happy with you're Mom and Dad. I love you little one." he backed away and sighed. He didn't want to have to do this but Riley was a hunter and this was how she said she wanted it to be done.

"Dean, come here boy." Bobby called.

Dean went over to Bobby and looked at him questioningly.

"I want you to help me send her off."

"Bobby…I don't know if I can…" Dean told him honestly.

"You can, and you will. I can't do it by myself, your father can't help me, and I know Sam can't either. Riley wanted you to help. We talked about this before, with being hunters it's something you need to know. She said she wanted you to help if and when anything happened to her." Bobby told him.

Dean just nodded.

The two of them pushed the pyre into the water, lit two matches and tossed them onto it.

They all stood and watched until the fire went out before going back to the Impala and heading back the salvage yard.


Once they got back, Bobby, Dean, John and Sam sat around the battered kitchen table. All four of them had a shot glass in front of them containing a shot of Jameson's Irish Whiskey, which was Riley's favorite.

"To Riley." Bobby said, holding up his glass.

"To Riley." the other three said in unison.

After taking the shot, they sat in silence for a while until Bobby started laughing.

"What is it old man?" John asked.

"I was just remembering the time when Riley was five and we had that birthday party for her. She had the best time that day."

Dean laughed as well. "I remember sitting outside with Riley and Sam while you and Dad worked on the Impala. You guys had the radio on and 'Enter Sandman' by Metallica came on. We were like 6 and 7. Ry and I started head banging and Sammy tried to do it too but he got too excited and he fell over. You were only four then Sam."

Sam smiled. "When I was 12 I remember Riley waking me up so we could do something to Dean. It was like 2 in the morning and we went over and Riley painted his nails pink while I put glitter everywhere. Dude, you were so pissed. It was so funny."

Dean grunted. "Funny for you guys maybe."

"Boy, that was funny. I remember you coming downstairs the next day…" Bobby laughed again.

John smiled. "I remember my favorite moment with Riley."

"Wanna share?" Sam asked.

"She was 8 years old and she was trying to do a paper about her hero for school. She came up to me and said that she wanted my help because she had two heroes and wasn't sure how to write it." John started.

"She got me to help her with the second hero part." Bobby added.

"Who were her heroes?" Dean asked.

"One was Bobby, which is the part she wanted my help with. The second one was me." John smiled at the memory.

"She had him help her write about me, and me help her write about him. She said her heroes were her Daddy and her Uncle John because they helped people." Bobby explained.

"She got an A on that paper too." John looked proud.

They all sat around talking about Riley until well after the sun came up.


Author's Note- I wanted to say thank you so much to all of you for reading this fic. This is my first posted work ever and I never planned on posting it in the first place. I hope you don't hate me for how this ended. It had to be done for the good of Supernatural lol. Anyway, thank you all so much and I will be back with one shots and such. I have another Supernatural fic in the works which I'm being told to complete by Hicks07 (the reason you all have this fic) :P But thank you all, and I hope you enjoyed Singer's Salvage.


Aracnae :)