Chapter Title: Get Through the Day

Author: livelaughloveboo

Words: 1216 words

Warnings: Swearing - would my lovely readers expect anything less?, family tensions

Summary: 'Reader doesn't want to go to a family event because that side of her family is kind of judgemental, but Dean convinces her to go and he goes with her and helps her through it somehow' as requested by an anonymous user off of tumblr.

AN: So, instead of a birthday, it's more of a wedding weekend. What can I say? I dig working with tropes and what not. And there's an imagine off of 'supernaturalimagine' blog for this as well. Happy reading!

Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural… like at all


Get Through the Day

"I honestly had no idea." She said into the receiver. The phone was cradled between her shoulder and her cheek as she carried numerous volumes of ancient myths from the bookshelves to the table stationed in the middle of the little library that the Bunker provided.

"But you received the 'save the date', didn't you?"

"Yes, Aunt Moira." Of course she got the fucking 'save the date'. And as soon as she saw it on the kitchen table, she wadded it up and threw into the trash bin - where it belongs.

"And you got the invitation e-mail?" Her aunt inquired. Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted Dean sit down across from her, trying and failing to discretely eavesdrop on her conversation as he opened one of the books that she had set down on the table earlier.

"Yes, I got the email." She answered in a sigh. "And I also got the 'plus-one' attachment as well." She felt the older Winchester's eyes on her - and made a point not to return it. She shouldn't have expected anything else from her family, but that familiar pang of disappointment rose up her chest when she opened her email and found that damned message.

"Sweetie," She cringed at the condescending tone. "You're not eighteen anymore." She knew what was coming through that receiver next. "You can't run around the country like a teenager on a college road trip."

"Aunt Moira," She closed her eyes and prepared for what was bound to ensue between the two. "I have to travel for my job, which-"

"Yes, but it's improper for a woman your age not to settle down and have children." Her aunt interrupted her. "It's your duty, really, dear." Well, that was like a slap to the face. She heard Dean snickering and she shot him a glare. And then she had her own little 'Eureka!' moment. She just needed to find the guts to do it. "We just want what's best for you."

And that's when she found the guts.

"Well, Aunt Moira," She smirked to herself. "As it so happens, I am in a relationship."

"Really, dear?" She could hear the skepticism through the phone line.

"Oh yeah, Moira. And he would love to join me at the wedding." She silently congratulated herself: crisis averted. "So you can tell Amy to put down two for us, okay?"

"Oh, yes , dear. Now, tell me, what's-"

"Sorry," She interrupted her family member. "I've got to finish folding the laundry. Hugs and kisses, Moira."

"Hugs and kisses, dear. I certainly can not wait to see this man." And then she hung up. She set the phone down on the wooden table and sighed with content.

Finally.

"So, who's your boyfriend?" Her eyes snapped open and trained themselves on Dean. "Because I would have thought," The older Winchester continued, "That I would have met the lucky guy - or at least heard of him."

"Do you really think that I have time to be in a committed relationship with anything other than that tub of ice cream in the freezer?" She asked before opening up one of the books from her rather tall stack. "Seriously, these books are getting more action than I have in a long time."

"Point taken." Dean conceded. "But what are you going to do for this thing you've got to go to?" Well, shit. She hadn't thought about that.

"Well," She started slowly as she fabricated a pathetic - yet doable - solution. "I'll just tell them that he was too busy saving the world or something when I get there."

"They'll see right through your bullshit, apple pie."

She sighed in frustration. "Then do you have any ideas, pretty boy?"

"What you need is a date for this wedding."

"No shit." She deadpanned.

"I mean a real date." He explained with a grimace.

"And where do you suppose I find one?" She asked sarcastically. Seriously, did he think that she could just go out into the town near the Bunker and find an attractive date that would be cool with being her fake boyfriend in front of a family that just loved to pick at all the little things that shouldn't matter, but end up mattering to her anyways?

"You're looking right at him." Dean gestured to himself.

She just stared at him.

Okay, so when she told her aunt that she was bringing her 'boyfriend', her mind had instantly flashed to Dean. She wasn't going to lie: he would be perfect. He definitely looked the part, that's for sure. And she knew for a fact that he looked great in a suit.

"But, why?" She found herself asking. Did Dean really know all the things he was bound to get into if he did go with her to the wedding as her date?

And the fact that it was Dean who was coming up with this idea just made her wary of what could possibly be going through that gorgeously freckled head of his.

"I don't know." He rolled his eyes. "Because I'm in a giving mood?"

She gave him a disbelieving look and he continued, "Look, you can take it or leave it. And you know Sammy doesn't do that kind of stuff." It was true, they practically had to drag the younger Winchester with them on their last case where they had to go undercover to retrieve a haunted painting. Yeah, it wasn't one of their best hunts.

So that really did leave Dean as her only hope. "We have one week to prepare. Do you think you can handle it?"

"I think I can handle your family, apple pie."

She threw a disbelieving look his way before she returned to her reading. We'll see about that, Winchester.

We'll see.


AN: So, there you have it folks, the first part of a nine or ten chapter fic (I just have to tweak a few things a bit and get the last chapter finished)! What do you guys think? Good, Bad, Ugly? Trust me, I really want to know!

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