Supernatural (Sam Winchester x Female!Reader)

Children Shouldn't Play With Dead Things

The Impala zooms down a two-lane road. "Come on, Sam, I'm begging you. This is stupid." Dean said to his brother, who sat beside him like always. "Why?" Sam asked. "Going to visit Mom's grave? She doesn't even have a grave... there, there was no body left after the fire." Dean replied.

"She has a headstone." Sam pointed out. "Yeah, put up by her uncle, a man we've never even met. So you wanna, go pay your respects to a slab of granite put up by a stranger? Come on." Dean groaned. "Dean, that's not the point." Sam said.

"Well then, enlighten me, Sam." Dean growled. "It's not about a body, or, or, a casket. It's about her memory, okay? And after Dad it just... just feels like the right thing to do." Sam explained. "It's irrational, is what it is." Dean said.

"Look, man. No one asked you to come." Sam said to him. "Why don't we swing by the roadhouse instead? I mean, we haven't heard anything on the demon lately. We should be hunting that son of a bitch down." Dean said.

"That's a good idea, you should. Just drop me and (Name) off, we'll hitch a ride, and we'll meet you there tomorrow." Sam said. "Right. Stuck... stuck with those people, making awkward small talk until you two show up? No thanks." Dean said, continuing down the road.

I sat in silence in the backseat watching the two brothers argue, while thinking of my own parents grave. Should I visit them too? I don't even I remember where they were buried. I remember Bobby taking me to visit their grave a long time ago. It must have been a month or two after they died, so I guess he wanted give me the chance to say goodbye. But at time I still wasn't talking again yet, so I just stood there looking at their headstones, emotionless.

We arrived at the graveyard, Dean have no interest in visiting the grave so he warden off by himself. I lean on the Impala watching Sam walk away until he stop and look back at me. "You coming?" He asked me. "Are you sure?" I asked him, thinking he would want to be alone. "Only if you want to." He said, with pleading eyes, that told me he didn't want to do this by himself.

I step away from the car and walk over to Sam, who smile at me a little, looking relieved. We walk through the grave yard looking at the different headstones until we found her.

MARY WINCHESTER
1954-1983, In Loving Memory

"Hey... Mom." Sam said, in a quite voice. "I'm sorry I never visit you until now." He said, with his voice beginning to quiver. I place my hand on his back, rubbing it up and down a little to soothe him.

Sam glance at me with a slight smile, then looks back at the headstone, pointing to me. "This is my friend (Name). She's... well she's great. I think you would like her." He said to the headstone, making me smile a little.

Sam then kneels before a headstone, digging in the ground with a folding knife. He pulls a set of dogtags out of his pocket and sighs. "I think, um.... I think Dad would have wanted you to have these." He said to the headstone and drops the dogtags in the hole and covers them. "I love you, Mom." He said, quietly, with his voice cracking.

He stands back, turning to me and hugs me. "Thank you, (Name)." He said, quietly. "You're welcome." I replied, rubbing his back to continued comforting him.

We went back to the Impala, stopping when we saw Dean standing by a gravestone, that had a perfect circle of dead grass surrounding it. He takes a card from a man in a suit, then walks over to us. "Angela Mason. She was a student at the local college; funeral was three days ago." He said to us.

"And?" Sam asked, as we continue walking to the car together. "And? You saw her grave. Everything dead around it, in a perfect circle? You don't think that's a little weird?" Dean asked. "Maybe the groundskeeper went a little agro with the pesticide." Sam suggested.