Disclaimer: Joss owns Buffy and Faith and Kripke owns the Supernatural Boys. No profit is being made, no infringement intended. I just like to play in other people’s sandboxes from time to time.
Author's Note: Thanks to Ky and Lisa for giving this a look as I was writing. Love you ladies!
Warning: Mentions of character death.
This is my second drabble.

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Mesmerized, she watches the flames dance, tiny licks of fire sparking and crackling against a murky midnight sky.

She tries to focus on the flames and not the body they're consuming. Doesn't want her last memory of his lips to be of the pink flesh, curling, charred, melting back until all that's left is a grim parody of the face she loves.

Leaning heavily against the strong body beside her, she absently grabs a hand and squeezes. Strong fingers, longer than his brother's but just as rough, squeeze back as the wind picks up, scattering Dean's ashes above the pyre.