“...I want a Hunters funeral...”
The wood, gasoline and salt were all in place but none of the men wanted to light the fire.
Annie couldn't take her eyes off of her own body. Finally Annie smiled at Bobby, Sam and Dean in turn. No grudges. No regrets. Just peace.
“Thanks boys. It was a hell of a ride.”
Dean nodded to her as he dropped his lighter on the shrouded body.