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"It's just a-"
"You're the one who hit him!" Sam challenged.
"Let's have a funeral!" Dean said. John sighed and fished out the shovel from the trunk of the Impala.
"The things I do for you boys," he muttered as he buried the skunk on the side of the road. After he was finished, Sam and Dean sunk to their knees and prayed.
"Dear God, please take care of little Skunky and forgive Dad for hitting him. Amen," Sam said.
"Amen," Dean repeated.
"Amen," John sighed.