Characters: Dean Winchester x Reader, Sam Winchester, Reader's Uncle
Warnings: angst, minor fluff, death of a loved one, funeral angst
Summary: When your aunt unexpectedly passes in her sleep, you and the brothers go to her funeral. There, you try and comfort your uncle as you two remember who she was.
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It's a chill day in the Bunker which is a rarity. Usually, your days are filled with fear, terror, and ghastly things that most people just wouldn't survive. You see so much death and destruction a day it's amazing how you're still alive at this point–or sane enough to function on your own. Well, you would be if you did it on your own.
Sam and Dean have been great roommates since the moment you decided to live with them. They're men, so it has it's downsides to living with them, but other than the usual shit, they're pretty great. It's hard to share a house with both brothers and not fall for at least one of them. You tried for so long to keep your feelings at bay, but you and the elder Winchester connected almost immediately.
He's the reason why you're here today.
Your relationship has been touch-and-go for the most part, but you're going on four months now, and everything seems to be going great. There is still a lot of things that you don't know about him, and there are certainly a lot of things he doesn't know about you, but you like taking it slow and learning about each other in surprising ways.
You can trust him wholeheartedly with your life when you go out on hunts. He's proven more than capable of holding your life in his hands. Hell, he's had to do it a few times over the years. You can go on a hunt knowing that you're going to come out of it okay because of Dean Winchester. He knows exactly what he is doing, and even though he doesn't need to, he takes care of everyone when they're hunting with him.
The problem isn't trusting him with your life... it's trusting him with your heart.
You've been hurt too many times in the past to just hand it over like it's something he has a right to. No, he needs to earn the rights to your heart. Your relationship is still pretty new, so you're not even close to letting him near your heart like that. It's going to take a lot of time and effort to make your body know and understand that he isn't going anywhere, and he is here to stay.
Right now, you're looking through different newspapers for potential cases while Sam is on the laptop. Dean wants to help, but he's pretending to do work on his laptop when you know he's really just playing some meaningless game. You're not finding anything in the newspaper, and our eyes are getting tired from staring at the same thing. You place the paper down and get up to get something to drink.
"You guys want anything?" you ask.
"Two beers," Dean says and holds up two fingers.
You walk into the kitchen and get the beers along with a beverage of your choice. Once you grab them, you start to head back. Just before you can walk into the war room, your phone rings. Your uncle is calling, so you shuffle everything to one hand so you can answer the phone with the other one.
"Hey, Uncle Zack! How are things back home?" you ask as you walk into the library.
"Not good, Y/N. I am so sorry to be telling you this over the phone, but your Aunt Pearl died this morning in her sleep."
You're in the middle of handing Dean his beer when you just tense up and freeze. The beer bottle slips from your hand and crashes to the floor, shattering into pieces. The drink you grabbed for you is next, but luckily, Dean catches it before it can suffer the same fate.
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Supernatural Imagines: Book One
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