Arthur guided Dean from between the graves without uttering a single word. Deep inside, both knew where this would go. The situation was way too predictable. However, Dean decided to keep quiet and not interrupt his dad or make any questions.
Like any other human, he uselessly held the very last strand of hope he had inside his heart. Maybe, just maybe, his mother would be also standing somewhere in the cemetery, waiting for him with her back turned, looking at a random grave with a distant look, just like his father was doing before.
In the end, the trip didn't take too long. And, of course, Dean didn't see his mother anywhere. Her slender and beautiful figure was something carved in his memory, so his mind sometimes tricked him into thinking that he saw something moving here and there, playing with him as if trying to increase the pain in his heart; but, in truth, Arthur and Claire were the only people that could be seen in that cemetery.
