Supernatural Short Stories

winchester brothers

summary: the boys find their sister they never had dead and mangled. Sweet memories ensue.

warnings: death, sadness

note: Y/F/S is your favorite song and ofc Y/N means your name, E/C means eye color and H/C means hair color. also i highly recommend listening to i fall apart by post malone while reading this, it'll make ya tear up

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The boys stared at the body that laid in front of them, her hair spread out just by the force and the blood seeping through her clothes. Her ear buds still played Y/F/S, her favorite song. They were both kneeling and the brothers couldn't breathe right. Their only thing closest to a sister, had just died in their arms.

After a couple more moments of them shaking their heads and refusing to believe it was real, Dean turned away, wiping his face with his hand that was stained with her dried blood, and turned back around. He hated seeing his brother like that, but he hated seeing the body on the floor, lifeless, even more.

He put his one arm under their fallen sister's head and one under her knees. Being so gentle and careful, Dean picked her up with Sam trailing behind who trying to get his breathing under control. He was trying to think on how to tell Castiel - hell, even Crowley. He wasn't surprised to learn the King of Hell had a soft spot for the soft natured hunter.

Dean blinked back the tears while he carried the lifeless body outside the building and looked down. Her E/C eyes were closed and her beautiful pale/tan/dark skin was now cold, a lighter color than usual. Her H/C wasn't as vibrant or radiant, and he remembered she always cared about how her hair looked.

Looking back up, he saw Baby, and realized their Y/N wouldn't be saying any corny pick up lines. She wouldn't be telling jokes or reminding them that Sam has had over 100 Tuesdays, or how Dean has drunkenly sang "I'm Too Sexy" before. Nothing. Just silence.

Sam trailed ahead of Dean and opened the backseat, allowing his older brother to put their sister in the back, covering her body with the numerous blankets and pillows she had put back there. After making sure she was secure, the brothers took their usual spots and when Dean put his hands on the steering wheel, his knuckles turning white.

  "Dean-"

  "Sam. H-how? It was supposed to be an easy salt and burn! And now -"

Sam took a shaky breath, "I don't know. I don't know, Dean. Let's just go home and tell Cas. Maybe Crowley."

Dean stopped his brother, "no. No maybe in telling Crowley. She wanted us to tell him, and we are, okay? That's what she wanted and we're doing it, damnit!"

Sam nodded his head and Dean started the engine, not bothering to turn on the radio. The younger brother realized he had to spend an hour and a half with his dead sister's corpse rotting in the back seat of the car.

After that hour and a half drive, the brothers had returned to the bunker where Castiel was waiting with Crowley inside. Sam opened the backseat door again and Dean carried Y/N's body inside.

Castiel perked up at the sound of the door and waited for his best friend to come tackle him. Almost to the ground, at that. When he didn't hear the thundering footsteps, he got up and was speechless when he saw Dean carrying his best friend's body.

The trio had then heard Crowley, "for once, the love hasn't made any sound coming back. Everything alr-" The King stopped at seeing his love's body covered with blood and being carried by the eldest Winchester. He licked his lips and looked down at the floor, the pattern of the tiles seeming more interesting than the situation at hand.