Supernatural Imagines: Book Two

Guiding You Home

Characters: Soldier!Dean Winchester x Reader

Warnings: major character death, angst, a smidge of fluff at the end?

Summary: Dean keeps the memory of you in his mind always, especially when he goes into battle.

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"It takes a lot of strength to go out there like that."

I didn't think much about it at the time, but it's been constantly on my mind ever since I got deployed for the first time. I had the physical strength to get the job done, but she wasn't talking about that kind. Mental strength is everything to me, and that first time I was away really tested me. Before the army, I've never been apart from Y/N for more than a week. Not seeing her face every day really put things in perspective for me.

I was finally alone, and the decisions I made were all my own. There was nothing to tie me to her when I left, but I had to keep her in my thoughts to keep me going. Knowing that she was going through the same thing I was going through motivated me to do my best, to not make any mistakes along the way. I wanted to get home to her as soon as I possibly could.

Every time I go onto the battlefield, I have a routine I need to stick to. In my breast pocket is a picture of my wife and two little girls. Just knowing that they are right above my heart gives me the extra push I need. I take out the picture and began to say my prayers that everything will be alright. After I finish, I kiss the picture before returning it back where it belongs.

"Winchester," the Colonel said as he entered the tent I was in.

"Sir."

"They're ready for you."

"Yes, sir," I nodded before following him out of the tent. The team I am leading waits for me by the borders. As I approach, they all stand professionally and greet me that way. After I greet them, I begin to explain the plan I had come up with weeks ago on how we could maneuver through this battlefield as efficiently as possible.

"Good luck," the Colonel nodded respectfully. Once everyone was suited up and ready to go, we set off into the blackening field.

I lead the team into the abyss, giving offhand motions when needed. I needed the team to split up to cover as much ground as possible. No one is to go anywhere alone and that was an order from the Colonel. Taking my right-hand man, we trekked to the east side of the field as my team went in the other directions.

"Stay close to me. We don't know where they are," I said to him. With a single nod, we took everything one step at a time. I remember something my wife said after the first time I came back from battle.

"I want you to remember something, Dean," she whispered, dabbing the cut I had on my forehead due to battle. They stitched it up before I left, but it had reopened on its own.

"What is that?"

"No matter how bad it gets out there, I want you to remember me and the girls. No one is more proud of you than I am. And in exchange for you thinking of me, I will remember you as you are now."

"Why are you saying this?"

"I'm terrified whenever you leave, thinking you might not make it home. Just don't forget about us, okay?"

"I could never forget you," I whispered as I kissed her lips.

Ever since then, I have not forgotten a single stretch mark, a gray hair, or even a wrinkle on her body. Someone like her just doesn't disappear from my mind. Everything I do, I do for her, and right now I need her the most. Still fresh in my mind, I continued my journey forward.

As soon as I stepped over a landmine, I got a familiar sense of family. It was like I could sense my wife on the field with me. Looking up, I got a glimpse of the white dress she wore the last time I saw her.

"Y/N," I whispered. Amongst the rubble, gunpowder, and the sounds of guns being shot, she stood there in the middle of it. She didn't say anything, but I knew she wasn't really there. It was my subconscious creating the image of her since I was currently thinking of her.

Without using words, she lifted her hand and pointed to the right. There was only one thing in sight, an abandoned building that my team had covered when we first arrived. It had been filled with hostages and after we cleared them all out, there had been mines scattered all over the floor. Why was she pointing there?

Deep down I knew why, but I never thought it would come this fast. She's been in my line of sight for a while now, always directing me a certain way. I knew what was in that building, but I couldn't stop my feet from following her silent directions.

"Winchester!!" my partner yelled as I walked to the building. Y/N watched me as I got closer to it, never moving from her spot on the field. My partner couldn't stop what was about to happen even if he had a whole team behind him.

As soon as I took the first step into the house, my foot hit a mine I knew was placed there, sending it off. It exploded in a fiery passion, sending pieces of me throughout the field. I knew then that Y/N wasn't a figment of my imagination, she wasn't something that I was seeing because I was thinking of her.

Maybe she's an angel of death, but I knew her spirit was guiding me home. It's been a long time since I've heard her voice, touched her skin, heard my daughter's laughter. Ever since my family died in a shooting, I've started seeing my wife everywhere I go, always directing me into the line of fire just so we could be together once again. I didn't want to be alone anymore. She has guided me home and I can now rest easy knowing we would be together forever.