Two days after your mothers burning, you all decided to invite former hunters to the bunker for a memorial service for her. It wasn't the best for you, but you knew these hunters would of loved to celebrate her life.
Dean was standing on the stairs with you on the right of him and Cas and Sam on the other side. He decided to speak some words with a beer in everyone's hand. Excluding Castiel.
"We know it wasn't easy for some of you to get here, and we thank you. We, uh -- We gave her a Hunter's send-off a few days ago. But we know that her family went beyond just us. Some of you hunted alongside her. Some of you fought Michael with her in the other world. You know, we lost our mom once before. But we got a second chance with her. And we got to know her not just as "Mom," but as someone who was tough and strong."
Your head went downward, blinking to keep the tears from falling again. You looked over to Cas, who was just staring at you the whole time. Your eyes wandered over at Dean, who looked like he was about to break down. So, you decided to take over.
"Stubborn as Hell." You chuckled, having the bunker roar with laughter. "Someone who had opinions and wasn't shy to use them. She could handle a machete. She could handle a vampire. She could handle our old man. She couldn't cook worth a damn. Mom, you weren't here long enough. But we're so glad for the time that we had. Goodbye, Mom."
"Bye, Mom." Sam lifted up his beer bottle, having everyone in the bunker do the same.
"To Mary." Everyone in the bunker spoke in unison.
Suddenly a hatchet went sailing into the air, killing a guy instantly and shocking the hunters. You gasped, revealing Bobby, though it turns out it was a wraith he had killed.
*
As everyone was slowly leaving, you were greeting everyone and saying their goodbyes. All you could say was 'thanks for coming' or 'how did you know my mother?' Which was awkward for you. Just having your mother not be by your side made everything awkward for you.
"Make sure I get my hatchet back. Damn wraith. Knew him from a nest your mom and I busted up on our last Hunt. Probably here to gloat. The bastard." Bobby scoffed.
"Thanks for coming out." Sam lightly chuckled.
"A Hunter's memorial, complete with monster. Mary would have appreciated that." Cas sarcastically nodded simply.
"Now that you mention it, yeah. How are you?" Bobby glanced over at Sam.
"Hey, you know. It's tough." Dean sighed, eyes wandering over to you.
"And the other one? Yeah, Y/N seems to be doing okay." Bobby glanced over to you, knowing immediately they were chatting about you with all the eyes at you. You mumbled your final goodbye to the last hunter and walked over with your weak legs. Bobby signaled you for a hug and you obliged.
"Hard to say." Sam whispered to Bobby.
"Yeah. Maybe she's like me. Bein' teary in public's not my style." Bobby glanced over at Dean.
"Hey. Uh, most everybody's headed out, but Bobby's gonna stick around. I thought maybe we could open that scotch Ketch left and hang out, talk about Mom." Sam mentioned to you.
"Talk about Mom"? You scoffed, shaking your head.
"Yeah." Sam simply answers back, confused on why you were acting like that.
"Isn't that what we've been doing?" You shot, sipping the last of your beer. You dragged yourself out of the room, not wanting to be there anymore.
*
Walking down the hallways, needing some peace, you came across Sam, Dean, Cas and Bobby speaking. Not wanting to ruin anything, you hid yourself behind the wall, eavesdropping, wanting to know how they were feeling about all of this. You peaked out, revealing Sam going through pictures.
