It’s an Older Sibling Thing (Part 2): Please Come Home
Characters: Dean Winchester x Friend!Reader, Sam Winchester x Friend!Reader
Length: 1544+ words
TW: Descriptions of Injuries. Character death. Just sadness and angst all over (I made myself cry writing this tbh)
A/N: There was so many interest in a Part 2, and at first I wasn’t going to write one, but after my exam yesterday, I got into a flow of writing it, and I finished it! Hope you guys like it! Feedback is encouraged!
“What the hell, Dean?!” Sam shouted. He had given his older brother the silent treatment from the moment they left the motel weeks ago. But seeing Dean, relaxing on the couch, with a beer in hand, not even fazed that he had kicked out one of their closest friend irked Sam to no end. “What did you say to her?!”
The oldest Winchester rolled his eyes, crossing his arms in defiantly. “I didn’t say anything that wasn’t true.”
“Why’d she leave?”
“Beats me.” Dean shrugged, taking another gulp of his drink.
“She said she understands why you kicked her out,” Sam said in a more quieter tone, changing his tactics.
“Good. At least she knows she was a selfish-”
“Dean!” Sam exclaimed, shocked that his brother would say such things about someone who they were close friends with.
“How can you not be angry?” Dean asked. “Because of her, you were hurt, Sam! It’s my job to protect you, and she was in the way of that.”
“You’re an idiot, you know that?”
“She didn’t tell the demons anything. You think the demons haven’t picked up a few things from us?”
“What the hell are you talking about?” Dean asked, his eyes narrowing in curiosity.
“They only kidnapped Y/N for her phone. They used the same tactic as we do when we’re tracking someone- all you need is a phone number.”
“Son of a bitch.”
“Yea. You fucked up, Dean. Whatever you said to her, you fucked up.”
“No. Fix this, Dean. I was my sister back.” Sam shook his head, walking away to his room.
The hazel-eyed man stopped, turning his slightly around to look at his brother’s confused face. “She’s always been family to us- to me at least. And you kicking her out like that doesn’t change that.”
“Dammit,” Dean cursed under his breath, watching his younger brother walk away. “Fuck.” He closed his eyes tightly, trying to think of ways to fix his mess.