Imagine meeting the Winchesters for the first time and crying because they came to deliver you news of your father, Bobby's, death.
"W-what?" Your voice cracked as you tried to process everything. "It couldn't be, not him." You thought yo yourself.
"I'm so sorry, (Y/N)." Sam's voice was soft and tender.
"Fuck." You paused, stunned, before letting out a sob. You had never met these boys before and Dean was already holding you as you continued to sin and scream at the world, your screams became muffled as you pushed your face into Dean's chest.
"Come on Dean, let's bring her to the bunker. There's no way we can leave her like this, especially considering all that Bobby's ever done for us." Sam mumbled quietly. Dean nodded and wrapped and arm around your shoulder, leading you to his baby. There was no way he was going to leave you, he was going to look after you, just as Bobby had asked in his last moments before death took him.
You were basically family, and family stick together.