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Thirtday the Friteenth, baby!

I Miss Her Too

Dean x Sam (Platonic), Sam x Sister! reader

Warning: Mentions of character death, cursing

Description: The brothers open up about their dead sister

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    Dean releases a long sigh as he stares out at the parking lot of a raggedy motel on the side of the interstate. The flickering multi-colored sign bleeds into the inky blackness of the Impala, causing the pulse in the man's frustrated mind to burst against his skull repeatedly. Dean's knuckles were sickly pale in contrast to his freckled tan skin as he held the stirring wheel of the parked car in a vice grip.

        His cheeks sag under the pressure of the heavy bags carried beneath his sad hazel eyes. The smile marks that tug at the edge of his lips barely show as a deep frown etches across his face. His usual neatly done hair now stuck out in a disheveled state.

        Dean notices a tall shadow rising behind the illuminated brownish-white curtains in one of the rooms. The material tugs slightly from the window and soon enough the deep green heavy duty door opens to reveal his brother. He looks down at the wrapped burgers set on the passenger's seat and grabs them before exiting the car.

        "These are cold," Sam remarks as Dean pushes them against his chest.

        "There's a microwave for a reason," Dean grumbles in response and sits at the edge of the bed to take off his shoes.

        "You do realize you got three," Sam asks softly after a short pause.

        "We'll eat it later; It's no big deal."

        ""This was how (Y/n) liked it," Sam states while observing the content inside one of the burgers.

        "I said we'll eat it later," Dean snaps. He snatches the wrapper from Sam's hands and lays it on the drawer between the beds. He keeps his back turned from his brother as the atmosphere becomes tense.

        "Dean," Sam whispers. He presses his calloused palm against the eldest Winchester's shoulder. Dean looks over with a distressed expression and places his own hand over his brothers. "I miss her too."

        "I'm sorry," Dean apologizes.

        "Let's talk about it," Sam insists.

        "No."

        "Dean-"

        "I can't."

        "We promised her, Sam cries, "we promised her before she died that we wouldn't end up like this- distancing ourselves and pretending everything is alright when it isn't. We're letting her down."

        "I know."

        "I know? That's all you have to say? Dean, she was my sister too. She's gone now and faking a world where she still exists is just hurting us." 

        Suddenly, Sam slams into the wall with Dean's arm against his neck. Dean glowers over him, scrunching his nose into a snarl. "Don't talk about her like that," Dean mutters before releasing the pressure from Sam's body.

        "It hurts me too. It was just the two of us, then she came along rocking our boat and it seemed like we were an unstoppable trio. It's going to be so hard going back to the way things were before bug showed up." Sam collapses on the bed as tears stream down his sun-kissed face.

        Dean wraps his arm around Sammy in a brotherly hug. "(Y/n) was one hell of a gunslinger."

        "Yeah," Sam smiles.

        "And a brat too."

        "Hey, she wasn't that bad; Although, she did have her moments."

        "Your right."

        "She kinda gets a pass for being a girl though."

        "That's not what I meant- yes, but no- I meant it's good talking about her," Dean confesses.

        "See, I told you."

        "Alright, alright. I'm done," Dean whines as he gets up, "We may have opened up a bit, but we are not turning into a chick flick."

        "We were having a bonding moment, you jerk!"

        "Bitch."

        "Really?"

        "Rest up. We're leaving in the morning."

        "Yeah, you too. I don't need you looking like a living corpse anymore," Sam comments.

        "Shut up."

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        A shiver trails up Sam's spine and his eyes jolt open in shock. The dark motel room was silent besides the soft snores coming from Dean's side of the room. A soft blue glow appears and shines over the popcorn ceiling. Sam immediately feels each of his tired muscles tense in alertness as the overwhelming foreboding thought that something else was in the room punches his gut.

        He slowly reaches under the flat pillows beneath his head for his knife. His fingertips gently graze along the handle and he grasps it tightly. Sam settles his ragged breathing before springing to action. He rushes off the bed in a defense position, with the knife pointing threateningly at the figure leaning over Dean. A soft glow emits from their body as they brush their thumb over Dean's forehead with a gentle smile.

        "(Y-Y/n)?" Sam asks feebly. The girl lifts her eyes to him, her (E/c) orbs glittering softly with curiosity. The knife falls from his hand and clatters to the carpeted floor. "You were dead..."

        (Y/n) straightens herself, her brows furrowing. 

        "What happened, bug? Why show up now when we are finally getting over losing you?" Sam's voice cracks and he takes a step towards his little sister. "How exactly did you die?"

        The deceased Winchester shakes her head, turning her body away. "Too soon," She gasps out, grabbing at her throat painfully.

        "W-what?"

        "Love you, Sammy," She whimpers out, before disappearing like smoke and the pale glow fades out. 

        "(Y/n)? (Y/n)! Don't leave us again!" Sam scurries to unlock the door and runs out. He looks around in a panic, only to find empty cars in an empty parking lot.

        "Sammy? What's going on?" Dean calls wearily from the inside, "What is it?"

        "N-nothing. It's nothing."

Was he dreaming?

made quick silly doodle because... yeah

Watchful Eyes (Diluc and Kaeya + Sister Reader)

Angle's Share was bustling with noise as usual as the sun began to set over Mondstat. Many people flocked to the tavern to enjoy drinks. Inside of the building, a young woman was seated at one of the stools in front of the bar, resting her head in one of her hands. A glass sat in front of her as she sat in silence. A man stood behind the bar, his hair a fiery shade of red. He poured some wine into a cup before sliding it to one of the many customers that had come to enjoy some drinks. The red-headed man looked over at the young woman sitting at the bar, the two making eye contact with each other for a brief moment, smiling.

"Hey cutie" a voice suddenly caught the girl's attention. She turned her head to see an older man looking at her, clearly drunk. His eyes stared into her, sending a shiver up the young woman's spine. She finally looked away, hoping he wouldn't bother her anymore. However, her attempt to ignore the drunk man didn't work out as she had planned. In fact, it only seemed to annoy the stranger.

"What, do you think you're too good to talk to me?" He asked, an annoyed scowl on his face. For a short moment, (Y/N) glanced at him, which in hind sight was a mistake.

"Please leave me alone" the red-headed girl spoke in a quiet voice.

"Don't be like that, let me buy you a drink" the man kept persisting. Once again, (Y/N) opened her mouth to speak, hoping she could get herself out of this situation. Though before she could get a single word out, the sound of someone clearing their throat broke the silence. Looking up, both she and the drunk man saw the red-headed bar tender looking down at him with a menacing expression on his face.

"I believe she said she isn't interested. If you don't leave her alone I'm going to have to ask you to leave" Diluc said, his voice dripping with annoyance. The man, being drunk and stupid didn't back down.

"I wasn't bothering you, besides what does it matter to you?" He sneered, looking Diluc up and down. (Y/N) looked at her brother, knowing how his temper could be.

"I'm the owner of this tavern and her brother. Now I suggest you stop" Diluc warned him once again, but still, the man wouldn't back down. He stood up from his seat, stepping closer to the red-head. The two stared at each other as the other patrons turned their heads to see what was happening.

"Just because you're her brother doesn't mean you get to make decisions for her, right sweetheart?" The man asked, clearly thinking he was in the right. This only pissed off Diluc more.

"Leave" the red-head spoke in a deep voice. Letting out a scoff, the drunk spoke again.

"I'm a paying customer, you can't kick me out" he said, raising his voice. He stumbled back, losing his balance in the process. However, instead of hitting the floor he bumped into someone's chest. Regaining his footing, the man turned to face whoever he had bumped into, only for his eyes to go wide. He was no face to face with the Calvery Captain of the Knights of Favonius, Kaeya.

"I think you should leave" the blue-haired man spoke, an angry glint visible in his one visible eye. Knowing he was in a situation he couldn't win, the man finally gave up.

"Whatever, she isn't even that pretty" he spat, before leaving the building. The slamming of the door echoed off of the walls as the patrons returned to what they had been doing previously. Letting out a sigh of relief, (Y/N) made her way to one of the stools, sitting down. Kaeya followed behind her, sitting in the seat next to her.

"Are you ok? He didn't touch you, did he?" The man asked. (Y/N) shook her head,

"I'm fine" she spoke, feeling much calmer. Diluc was quiet, though when he glanced at his sister, there was a hint of concern on his face. (Y/N) sent him a reassuring smile, knowing she would have someone looking out for her.

Hi! I just love your works, they are so good! Do you think you could do Winchester sister who really likes Boba but she doesn’t get it often due to their lifestyle, then one day either Sam or Dean suprised her with one? Thought it would be so cute!

Boba, How I've Missed You!

A/n: Hello, thank you so much for the request! I'm really sorry it took a bit to get to it; life got quite busy. I hope you enjoy this though! Also, thank you so much! That means a lot and I'm glad you like my writings! <3 Fun fact, I've never had Boba before, but would love to try it at some point! | ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── |

Being a Winchester was definitely no easy feat. Constantly moving from place to place, there was no guarantee that you could indulge as much as other people would. Though (Y/N) was the youngest out of the Winchester family, she knew what kind of responsibility that her family name carried.

The good thing about being with her brothers though, is that they both have a sweet tooth just like her. She enjoys it when they are able to take a breather and stop by a coffee shop or bakery to feed their cravings.

(Y/n) recently found that she loves Boba and will take any chance to order it. Her brothers find her giddy nature over a sweet beverage endearing, and though they make the excuse that they need a cup of coffee, they love to make their little sister happy.

Those memories are some of the bests (Y/n) has; however, they don't come around often. Her family has been quick on their feet the last few months, and with the stress that carries over her brothers as of late, it's hard to say when those memories will come to reality again. (Y/n) knows what is more important and keeps to herself as her brothers' work.

However, there was one night where her brothers were in a more chipper mood. They were talkative over their TV dinner, joking around and bringing up past experiences.

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"Really, Dean? You just had to bring up THAT moment..." Sam snorts, his brows furrowing in a pout.

"It was hilarious, Sammy! Of course, I'll bring it up. You had coffee all over you," Dean laughs before taking a big bite of a chicken tender.

"Man, I miss going to coffee shops. I haven't had Boba in so long," (Y/n) giggles, "It's been a hot minute."

The sudden silence between her brothers causes her to stiffen. They're both staring at her with unreadable expressions, frowns etched on their lips. (Y/n)'s heart skips before she shakes her head frantically.

"I didn't mean anything by that, I'm sorry! I know we've been busy..."

"That's okay, Squirt. I miss those moments too," Deam says, leaning back. "We gotta get back to it at some point."

"Man... How long has been now?" Sam asks to no one in particular, "It has been a while, hasn't it?"

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That next morning, (Y/n) woke up to the motel room being empty. The sun was already peeking through the curtains as (Y/n) lazily ventures to it, looking out to see that the Impala was gone. A sigh escapes (Y/n), but she couldn't help but to bite her cheek. Her brothers would usually tell her if they were going somewhere, and though uneasiness tried creeping into her thoughts, she busied herself by getting ready for the day.

As the girl climbed out of the shower a few minutes later, she heard the front door open with her brothers' voices carrying soon after. She takes her time dressing before a knock is heard.

"Hey Little Bit, you almost ready?" Dean's voice resonates on the other side of the bathroom door.

"Yeah, hold on!" (Y/n) answers before opening the door. "What's up?"

"Sammy and I got you something," Dean smiles.

Sam walks over to his siblings, his own lips forming into a big smile, before gesturing to something in his hand.

"Boba!" (Y/n) cheers, grabbing it and taking a sip, "Ah! How I've missed you! Thank you, guys!"

"No problem, sweetheart. We know how much you love it," Sam says.

" Come on, you two! Stop with the chit-chat! I'm ready to dig into that Pumpkin Roll!