It'd been Dean's choice to give Sam a hunter's funeral. He wanted to give his brother the funeral he deserved. It wouldn't be fair to him to just let him rot in the bunker. Charlie and Garth stood beside him, tears streaming down their faces as the flames consumed Sam as he rested on the pyre. Dean took a deep, shaky breath, his vision blurred by tears.
Goodbye, Sammy, he thought. I love you, little bro. A sob rose in his chest, and he pressed a hand to his mouth to stifle it. The tears in his eyes spilled over, and he sank to his knees, sobbing into his hands. The pain was just too much to bear. He was oblivious to his friends as they embraced him.
Little did they know that, even in Heaven, Sam was watching over his big brother.