Miranda stood there, solemnly, as Sam and Bobby filled in the grave. She still couldn't believe that Dean was dead. Sure, she had a year to prepare for it, but it still hit her hard. She never even got to tell him….
The wind blew gently, drying the tears that fell down her cheeks. She absently brought a hand up to wipe them away. Raven gave her a pitying look when she noticed. Miranda just ignored her sister. She didn't want pity.
When the two men were finished, she walked over and knelt at the make-shift wooden cross and laid a white carnation against it. She would never forget him.
The dreaded authors note. Pretty much the only one that I'll put in here. These drabbles will be in no particular order. The ideas just come all willy-nilly.
Now, the OC's in the fic are mine and my friends from a rpg that we were doing a while back. Just a rough outline, Miranda and Raven Harvelle are the nieces of Ellen and William, by way of Will's (non-cannon) brother. Both their parents are dead... figures right? Raven is one of the special kids. Miranda is the same age as Dean. Any questions you have you can ask at my tumblr, which is linked in my profile. Enjoy!