The bunker was cold and empty without Charlie. Living without your girlfriend of two and a half years, well what would have been two and a half years today, was way too hard for you to do. You could barely do your laundry when she was away, let alone survive when she was dead.

The day she died you were at work. You have the job she almost accepted. You worked at Google. And somehow they let you work from home, they needed you way too much to risk letting you get away. But working at home wasn't "home". It was the Starbucks in a few towns over, the one with the best Wi-Fi and the best smoothies.

You can remember the exact moment Sam called you. He called you as soon as he saw the body. The body of your sweet, outgoing girlfriend. You were just sipping on your strawberry smoothie, on your laptop but not working. No, you were just updating your fandom Tumblr blog. Suddenly your phone rang.

"Hey, Sam!" You bubbled.

"Y/N…" You could hear Sam's voice cracking. "She-she's gone…"

You could feel your heart start to beat faster. "Charlie?"

"Yeah…" Sam admitted.

Tears started to flow down your cheeks. "Gone as in…?"

There was no answer from the other end but you knew she was dead. You quickly hung up the phone and sobbed into your hands. The barista came over to your table, a worried look on his face.

"Excuse me, ma'am. Are you alright?" He asked.

You shook your head no. You were not okay. In fact, you were as far from okay as possible. Charlie was all you really had. "You always have Sam and Dean," Charlie would argue whenever you brought up the topic. She thought you got along with the boys as well as she did. But you knew that was about the farthest thing from the truth anyone could say. The first time you met them was… interesting…

Charlie raced down the stairs to the dining room and right into Dean's open arms.

"Dean!" She exclaimed. "I've missed you!"

Dean smiled. "I've missed you too, kiddo."

"And brought someone for you to meet…" Charlie said nervously.

As soon as Dean looked up and saw you walking down the stairs his face dropped. It was obvious he hadn't expected or wanted Charlie to bring her new girlfriend over. Not that she'd had a lot, she told you you were the first she'd ever brought to meet Sam and Dean.

"That's okay, right?" Charlie questioned.

Dean nodded. "Sure."

You walked over to Charlie's side and she took your hand.

"Dean this is Y/N," Charlie introduced. "Y/N, this is Dean."

Dean stuck out his hand for you to shake, so you did. Inconveniently your hands always get super sweaty when you're nervous. Today was one of those days.

"It's nice to meet you," You anxiously breathed. "Charlie's told me a lot of things about you and your brother."

Dean admitted, "I didn't know you existed."

Charlie cleared her throat. "Well, I'll bring our bags to my room."

"I'll come with," You offered.

"I've got it," Charlie said, quickly kissing your cheek and taking your bag from you. "You stay here and get to know Dean."

You watched longingly as Charlie walked away. You didn't want to get to know Dean, he very obviously didn't like you!

"You want a beer?" Dean asked.

"Oh, sure," You responded, a bit taken aback by his sudden friendliness.

You followed Dean into the large yet empty kitchen where he handed you a beer.

Using a smile as a silent thank you, you opened the beer and took a long sip. If the whole time you stayed with Charlie was going to be this uncomfortable you were definitely going to need something a lot stronger than one beer.

"I don't trust you," Dean said bluntly.

"The feeling is mutual," You responded, not really caring what Dean thought but knowing that Charlie would.

"I don't know who you are or where you came from, " Dean stated, "but you have no right to date Charlie. She's too good for you. I don't care if you invented spray cheese, she's still too good for you."

You scrunched up your face. "Ew, spray cheese… But I know she's too good for me. She's the best. Especially compared to me."

"If you ever hurt her I swear I will-" Dean was cut off by Charlie walking into the room.

"You two getting along?" Charlie joked, walking over to you and wrapping an arm around your waist.

"Perfectly," You lied.

Later that night, as you and Charlie were getting ready for bed, you explained to her how you actually felt.

"Charlie?" You asked, taking your makeup off with a cucumber makeup removal wipe.

"Yeah?" She replied, her mouth still full of toothpaste.

"I think Dean hates me…" You admitted.

Charlie laughed loudly, spitting out her toothpaste in the process. "Hates you? Dean? He loves you! He won't shut up about you!"

You raised an eyebrow. "Really, because I'm pretty sure he threatened to kill me."

"Oh, he threatens to kill practically everyone, Y/N, it's nothing personal."

"You sure? Because it seemed personal."

"Trust me, he loves you."

"If you say so…"

You never actually trusted her on that. It sure didn't seem like he loved you. If anyone loved you, it was Sam. You two just had an instant connection. Actually, after Charlie died, it seemed like Dean hated you more so than before.

It wasn't hard for you to make the decision to go back to the Bunker after Sam called you and told you that Charlie was dead. When you got there you weren't greeted how you expected to be. Sitting outside the door you came in through was the suitcase you had brought with you the first time you came to visit. First and last really, you never left once you came. You weren't surprised to find out that the bag was packed with all your things.

"Sam!" You called, upset that they seemed to be kicking you out.

Sam came up the stairs and hugged you. "I'm sorry… Dean blamed you and says he can't live with you here."

You could feel tears filling your eyes, threatening to spill at any given moment. "Where will I go? Charlie was all I had…"

"I don't know," Sam replied sadly. "I guess you'll just have to figure it out."

That day was the worst of your life. Your girlfriend, true love, soon to be fiancee, was dead. To make matters worse you had been kicked out of the only place you'd ever been able to call home. Yeah, things couldn't really get any worse.

Today, your and Charlie's two and a half anniversary, you decided to go visit Sam and Dean. It had been months since they'd kicked you out and you never really tried to regain contact. Until today, that is.

You knocked on the door of the bunker with an unsteady hand caused from your inevitable crying.

Dean was the one who opened the door.

"Y/N?..." He asked, obviously shocked to see you. "Come in, come in."

"Dean!" You sobbed as he pulled you into his arms.

This was all too much for you. There were so many memories you had they took place in the bunker. The first time Charlie said "I love you", the first time you said it back, the first time you watched a Marvel movie together, and the last.

Dean held you for what seemed like hours until there were no more tears left for you to cry.

"I think we should talk," Dean stated, leading you down the stairs, through a hallway, and into his bedroom.

You plopped down on his bed, forgetting how uncomfortable they were. You and Charlie had replaced yours with something a bit less rock hard after a few months of living together.

"Today was our two and a half year anniversary," You whispered, more to yourself than to Dean.

Dean nodded. "I know."

You looked up. "You know?"

"She had it marked on her Star Wars calendar."

"I was planning on proposing today," You admitted, holding out the ring box for Dean to look at.

But Dean didn't look at it. Instead he got up and grabbed another ring box from the top of his dresser. He sat down, took the ring out, and slipped in on your finger.

"I swear to God, Dean, if you're trying to propose to me…"

"I'm not, trust me. When Sam and I were going through Charlie's room we found this… She was going to propose to you, Y/N…"

You hugged Dean and started to cry again. "Can I move back in?..."

"I wouldn't want you to live anywhere else."