Supernatural BSM

Ends With Blood- Sister Y/N

A/N
Hey guys I'm starting to get back into the swing of things, seeing that there's not much else to do at home during this time. But this is just a quick short chapter, I have a few requests to get to before I write anymore small ones like this... or if I get side track one more quick one before a big chapter. Anyway hope you enjoy this one, oh and for those that don't know Y/F/N is 'your friend's name' and if you already know because you're always reading fanfics like me, high five to you. (Also if you haven't noticed I try to stay away from more recent seasons like season 12-15 in my chapters because I don't want to be one of those authors that have "spoilers" in their works. So if it seems like I don't know a lot, this is the reason.) Anyway I'll stop talking, enjoy the chapter

Yours Truly,
Whore.With.Wings

3rd Person PoV

"Y/N please." Sam shouted as he hurried out of the car and towards the motel room. Dean finished pulling into the parking lot and quickly parked the car. He too left the impala in a quick motion to catch up with his two younger siblings.

Inside the room panic and manic behaviour began to ensue. Y/N, covered in blood began to ramble, trying to choke back tears. "S-she... s-she was.. i-it's my fault. I-I-I cau-caused th-this!" She stuttered as tears began to make their way out of the corners of Y/N's eyes. Sam was trying to do what he normally did to calm Y/N down when Dean walked in the room and was stuck in the same position Sam was in. They had no idea what real pain Y/N was feeling. "It's not your fault Y/N. What happened to Y/F/N was not nor will ever be your fault." Sam said, trying to comfort. "No, I wasn't the one that stuck that vampire on her. But I am the one that didn't come to her aid. So no I'm not what caused her to drop her weapon, only her death." Y/N snapped, surprising both her brothers.

Dean finally chirped in, "Y/N we know what it's like losing friends- hunting friends on a hunt that would normally be a walk in the park, but you can't beat yourself up over something that wasn't in your control." He said trying to comfort his crying sister.

Y/N and Y/F/N has been friends for nearly ten years. They had met when she was just seven. Y/N and her brothers were on one of the earliest hunts that the youngest Winchester could remember. The two were staying at the same motel, Sam and Dean had quickly befriended Y/F/N's father. The boys talked hunting while the two young girls played. It was a friendship that continued on from that moment forward.

"Ten years Sam! Ten! And I let her die! I already took the blame for her father and now her?" Y/N cried out. Sam shook his head, "You are not responsible. What happened was never and again, will never be your fault." "Y/N You know was well as I do that family-" "doesn't end with blood. Yeah I know Dean."  Y/N had cut her eldest brother off. "But hey the hell do I know." She said sarcastically in a fit of sadness and anger. "Yeah I only know that whoever we've called family has died. For example: Bobby, Jo, Ellen, Charlie. Oh and let's not forget good ol' mom and dad!" Y/N said with a sort of insanity derived from the sudden loss of someone close to her.

Y/N stood silent for a moment, Letting her tears slide down her cheek and soon wiping them off. "You see guys... with us, with us Winchesters, no matter who you are, no matter what your past..." she stopped talking to pull out a small, delicate, silver feather necklace she took from Y/F/N after what had happened at the barn. The necklace, still stained with blood, held up in the dim lamp light of the motel room.

"Family always ends with blood."