Based LOOSELY on: This Imagine. Very loosely. I don’t even know what happened with this. It started as a completely different story, then I deleted it, and it somehow turned into a mushy feelsfest. So, sorry it’s not a fun road trip or anything. Maybe I’m in a bummed mood. Not a clue. Hope you like it regardless! lol
Word Count: 1391
Warnings: Loss of a loved one.
Going down the long stretch of winding back roads, you’re
joined by a certain angel.
"If I wasn’t so used to you dropping in out of nowhere, you
could cause me to crash." You joke.
"I apologize. I could go…?"
"No, no. I like your surprise visits."
"Would you like to talk about it?" He could tell when
you had something worrying on your mind.
He nods, and you reach over to turn the music up a few notches,
and he patiently waits for you to be ready to talk.
A few songs later you turn the radio down, “I got an email today
for an old friend’s memorial service.”
“I’m sorry, Y/N.” He looks over at you with sympathy.
You just nod. You’ve never really known how to take condolences.
“Are you going?”
You nod again, “Yeah. That’s where I’m heading now. I got the
message a little late, so I’ll pretty much make it there just in
“You’re going alone?”
“Sam and Dean have a lot on their plates right now. They offered
to come with, but I can handle this solo.”
“Would you mind if I came then?”
“You don’t have to do that, Cas. I’m sure you’ve got other
things to worry about too. I’ll be fine, and back home tomorrow
He tilts his head, and watches you for a minute.
Laughing lightly you say, “It’s not polite to stare.”
“If I don’t have anything else to worry about at the moment, can
I come with you?”
“I guess if you want to, I can’t really stop you. I really will
be fine though.”
He nods once then looks back out the windshield, “I insist
You smile. You don’t know exactly when you became close with Cas.
It kind of happened all at once. He didn’t always get what you were
saying, but he always listened. Something between the two of you just
clicked, and it easily turned into a good friendship.
“Were you and this person very close?” He asks, interrupting
“Yeah. She was more of a family friend really, but she
practically raised me for so long.”
“Your friend raised you?” He asks a little surprised, and face
“She wasn’t my age or anything! She worked at a bar my dad
frequented. I’ve told you about how after mom died, dad took to
drinking. A lot. I know he didn’t mean to be anything less than a
good father, but losing her changed him, and addiction took over.
This bar had a kitchen, so I’d go in there to get lunch or to find
dad, and Nancy eventually kind of took me in as my maternal figure.
Growing up, I spent a lot of time at her house, she helped me with
homework, even did the majority of keeping me clothed and fed. I owe
her everything. Without her, who knows the kind of person I’d be now,
or if I’d even be here. Kids need a good role-model. A drunk wouldn’t
have cut it.”
“She sounds like an amazing woman.”
Your eyes well up, but you blink the moisture away. “She really
“Have you always kept in contact with her?”
“As much as possible. Of course, I had to lie about what I was
doing all the time. I couldn’t call her as much as I would’ve liked
to either.” Guilt twists your stomach.
“What happened to her?”
“Old age took its toll. Thankfully, she passed in her sleep. Her
sister and nieces were there.”
He looks at you solemnly, before reaching over and gently wiping
away a tear you didn’t even realize had fallen.
You quickly wipe at your eyes, and stare hard at the road ahead.
“I should have been there. I knew she wasn’t doing great, but I never
knew it was so bad. I could have been there. I could have said goodbye.”
Even though you didn’t see her nearly as often as you did growing up,
it felt like you somehow lost another mom.
Cas places his hand on your shoulder. “Maybe I should drive? Or
we don’t have to drive at all?”
“It’s okay. I have to drive.”
He knows how you use drive time almost therapeutically, so he
nods and lets his hand fall, and you both fall into a comfortable
When you get to town, you can’t help but think that it’s never
changed. It always felt like going back in time when you came home.
When you pull up outside the funeral home, they have you line up in
the procession line. Once you turn the car off, you just sit there
for a moment. After a few minutes, Cas gets out the car and comes
around to your side. He opens the door, and when you look over, he
silently offers you his hand. You take it, and get out of the car.
Using your free hand to flatten your top.
“I should have changed. Wore something nicer.”
“You look lovely regardless, and I’m sure Nancy wouldn’t mind
what you came wearing. Just that you came.”
You nod slowly, and nearly cling to Cas’ arm, as you make your
way inside. Thankful he came with you after all. Just passed the
doors, you’re greeted by Nancy’s close family.
Her sister pulls you into a tight hug, making you let go of the
angel. “Nancy would be so happy you came, Y/N! She loved you very
much. Always called you her girl.” She says through sniffles, and
dabs at her eyes with a crumpled tissue.
The second she let go, you reach behind you looking for Cas, He
takes your hand back in his, and walks with you as you make your way
through the crowd of people gathered around. When you turn the corner
though, you freeze. At the front of the room, was an open casket.
“Are you alright?” Cas asks in a whisper from beside you.
No words come, and you’re afraid your voice will give away that
you don’t feel so okay anymore, so you choose to nod slowly.
“You wanted to say goodbye, Y/N. Now is your chance.”
You look into his crystal blue eyes, and your can’t help the
tremble in your lip, and the tears that spring from your eyes.
You walk closer, and Cas lets go. “I’ll be right right here.”
He stops, and waits a few feet behind you.
Taking the last few steps to her side, you can’t stop the tears
now. She was in a peach lacy top- not very Nancy, but with blue
jeans- so very Nancy. She looked like she was just sleeping, and
would wake up any minute. The hunter side of you couldn’t help but to
actually fear for that for a second. Tentatively you touch her folded
“Hey, Nan.” You sadly smile down at her. “Sorry I haven’t
been home in awhile. I didn’t realize you needed me here. You
stubborn woman you. You said you were doing so much better. I’d say
something like ‘I know you’re in a better place though,’ but I know
you hate that kind of mush. So, instead I just want to let you know,
I’m going to be alright. Thanks to you, I’ve always been alright. I
know you have never expected anything back for that, but I owe you
everything. Thank you.” Stopping to take a deep, steadying breath.
“Love you, Nan.”
You take a few steps back before taking your eyes off your true
hero. When you turn around, Cas is already right there with open
arms. Hugging hasn’t always been natural for him, but it still felt
comforting. He silently holds you for a few minutes until you let go
first. He goes to the nearest box of tissues, and gets you a few.
Taking them, you try to smile at him. “Thank you for coming with
me. For always being there, actually.”
“No need to thank me.”
“You’re welcome, Y/N.”
As other people come in, you both take a seat for the service.
Cas comfortingly holds your hand again, and you sigh in relief for
having him there.