Supernatural Imagines & Preferences

Time of Death

Dean-
Your breaths came in short shallow pants. The hair around your face had been loosely drawn up, falling now in your line of vision, sticking to your sweaty cheeks and forehead. There was a tight strong hand around yours and a meaty forearm beneath your lower back to hold you upright. People were saying things. All you could hear was Dean's rapid cheering and you frantically trying to push your baby out.

With a strangled cry and one last sigh, she was out. Your breathing was still heavy, but the arm and hand once holding you together was gone, probably holding your baby. And then everything was calm. The nurses' voices were fading into the background, Dean's face a smiling mess in front of you, blurred, soon followed by the heavy weight of your baby.

You wanted to speak but it was hard. Hushed whispers. Black dots. Dean's quick yells. Your baby's screams. It was peaceful. You knew you'd see them again someday- hopefully not soon. You knew you're baby would be safe with Dean. This was okay.

Sam-
*His POV*
She was trembling next to me, scared, maybe, hot, sweaty, beautiful. Her teeth were grit together and her legs pushed open, nurses surrounded her, dabbing her forehead, tending to her needs.

"Come on, one more push honey. One more-"

There was a loud relieved sigh. I look over (Y/N)'s shoulder to the bundle in one of the doctor's arms. I wanted to reach out for him, but was scared to leave (Y/N) so fragile and weak.

"Sam?" I barely heard her. Over the mass chaos, and sudden silent peace, my attention flicked to her. She was pale. Too pale. Shocked, I called one of the nurses over. They immediately checked her heart, then her heartbeat. It was too rapid. I panicked. "(Y/N)!"

A flat line ensued. "No, no, no." I whispered, pushing the nurse away and pushing hard against her chest multiple times. Repeating the process again and again until finally someone dragged me away- one of the doctors waiting another second before pronouncing the time of death. "That's stupid! Save her!" I scream. Dean was the one who pulled me away.

Castiel-
It was an emergency C section. Your twins were locked up on one another and things were too complicated, too hard. Everything hurt. Castiel had wanted to be there for the surgery, but the doctors insisted he wait in the waiting room.

And now, you can't imagine his face. The only thing they'd bring to him was the twins. You imagine he'd probably demand to see you and then cry a little, break something, but always return to your babies. He'd try saving you but after many times of Dean and Sam telling him no, he'd stop.

At first he wouldn't accept the kids. He'd hate them for awhile. But, you know he's a good dad. You know he'll come back to them. Teach them. Tell them all about you and how amazing you were and how you two fell in love.

Everything was going to be okay. Everything is going to be.............