Requests are opened all the time!
I won't write a part with any of the women or girls, as I know they wouldn't be so good, but if any of the readers give me a request with any of the female characters, I can promise I will write it.
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You got killed by Azazel the night before and Dean didn't want to believe it. He used to wake you every morning with a cup of coffee and after waking up, he forgot that you were dead, so he strolled out into the kitchen to make your drink. But when he entered into your room, the reality punched him so hard that he had to choke back the tears. Your blanket wasn't messy and you weren't breathing under it. The whole room was empty and drowning, at least that's how Dean felt it. He leaned to the door post, holding the warm coffee in his hands. After God knows how much time, Sam walked up behind him, already expecting his older brother to be there. He stopped two metres away, gazing at Dean sadly and sorry.
"She's supposed to be here." Dean whispered, finally starting crying quietly. He even leaned his head forward, trying not to make any sound.
Sam stepped up behind him and put a hand onto his muscular shoulder, squeezing it, then keeping it there.
