Supernatural Imagines: Book Two

Welcome to the End

Characters: Dean Winchester x Reader, Sam Winchester, Michael

Warnings: angst

Summary: You've been dead for a year, and Michael needs Dean to say yes. So, he comes up with the perfect solution.

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Dean couldn't get you out of his mind. Everywhere he looked, you were there. Next to him in bed, in the pictures he refused to take down, in the messages he refused to delete, next to him in the car when you beg him to change the music to something else, and everywhere else you've been. It was his fault you were gone. A hunt had gone wrong, and he made the mistake of sending you in alone. When you didn't come out, he grew worried until he found your body with your blood pooling beneath you.

It's been exactly one year since you died. One year of being alone, having his brother tell him it wasn't his fault, and having Castiel tell you how happy you were in Heaven. You being in Heaven and being happy was great, but he was miserable down here because he couldn't help but blame himself for everything.

Since it was the one-year anniversary of your death, he was sitting by himself in the war room with a bottle of your favorite whiskey. He wasn't a huge fan of the stuff, but he was going to drink it all until there was nothing left inside the bottle so that it matched the inside of his body. Nothing inside.

A lot of shit has gone down since you died including finding out that there was another universe with a Michael so hell-bent on destroying humanity that he was willing to kill whoever to make it happen. After saving the prisoners from the other world, he couldn't help but think about what it would be like if you were here with him. How you would interact with the newcomers, how you would help them adjust. He admired that about you–your ability to care so much about anything and everything despite the hell you've been through.

He grabbed the bottle and didn't bother pouring it into the glass. He tipped his head back and took two large gulps, feeling the burn go down his throat. Lately, he's been welcoming the burn because it's the only thing he can really feel. His whole body has been going into shock as the date of your anniversary approaches, but now that it's actually here, his whole body is just numb.

He took another shot from the bottle when his brother came in with a grimace. On the table next to the empty glass were two pictures–one of him and you in his room laying on the bed where your face was hiding in his chest and one of just you wearing a white dress that flowed all around you. He didn't know he was crying until his brother came into view and was all blurry. He wiped the tears from his eyes as he took another sip from the bottle.

"Dean, it's been a year," Sam said softly as he sat down. He knew what his brother could get like when a close friend had died, but he's never cried about it. Then again, you're the one he truly loved in this world besides his brother. You were the love of his life which is why he was taking this so hard.

"Yeah, a year of her being gone because of a mistake I made," he sighed.

"I miss her too, but she wouldn't want this for you, you know that."

"Maybe," he shrugged. Whatever Sam was saying went in one ear and out the other. He refused to believe this wasn't his fault, and nothing Sam or anyone else could change his mind.

"Dean, I know this isn't the best time–"

"Then don't."

"–but Michael is becoming a dangerous threat. He's planning something big, and if we don't figure it out, then there won't be any time to mourn Y/N. We will all be dead," Sam finished his thought even though his brother interrupted him. Before either one of them could say anything more, there was a loud knock coming from the metal door. Both brother frowned since everyone they knew either was too far to visit or could pop in at any time. They both slowly got up, grabbed their guns, and headed up the stairs. Dean reached the top first, and since there was no peephole, he opened the door while his brother trained his gun at whoever was standing there.

"Hello boys," Michael grinned.

"What the hell do you want?" Dean growled.

"And why did you knock on the door? You know you can just pop in," Sam asked with a confused look.

"Dean, have you thought any more about my proposition?"

"I'll tell you what I told you the first time you asked. There is no way in hell I am letting you use my body as your meat suit."

"I figured you were going to say that. Which is why I brought her. Y/N, dear, would you come here?" Michael grinned as he looked off to the side.

"No," Dean whispered, already knowing what was coming.

"Hi Dean," you whispered when you came into view. Both brothers seemed shocked to find you standing here, but Michael was an archangel with resurrecting powers. Michael placed his hands on your shoulders as he held you in front of him, and Dean was about ready to whoop his ass when Sam stopped him.

"Would you reconsider my offer?" Michael grinned.

"Not a chance," he said even though his voice faltered.

"Even if she had no lungs?" he asked. As soon as the words left his mouth, you gasped for air since you suddenly didn't have lungs anymore. Your whole body was on fire from the lack of oxygen, and you tried your hardest to get at least one breath of fresh air.

"You son of a bitch," Dean yelled.

"Say yes and this stops."

"Don't... do... it," you gasped as Michael held you back from going to Dean.

"What about instead of no lungs, she had intensive internal bleeding?" Michael asked. As soon as your lungs were replaced, you took a deep lungful of air before your insides started churning. Coughing up blood, you hunched over as the pain started to spread throughout your body. Looking at Dean, you began to feel your eyes start to drip, and when you looked down, you realized they were dripping blood. Michael grinned at the twisted look Dean gave, and he used his powers to transport you back to wherever he was hiding.

"Where the hell did she go?" Dean yelled as his brother fought to hold him back. It wasn't smart to go up against an Angel this powerful without any kind of special weapons.

"If you keep refusing me, her pain is only going to get worse. I'll heal her only to increase her pain. If you keep refusing me, all you're going to get from her are her screams as she begs for me to stop. Say yes and she can come home. It's up to you. Do you really love her enough to let me inside?" he asked with a grin before disappearing from sight. Dean yelled out in pain as he pushed his brother away.

"SON OF A BITCH! FUCK!"

"Dean..."

"What do I do?" he asked, his voice completely broken as to match the inside of his body. He was completely broken in every way he knew possible. Were you more important or was his sanity? Because if he let Michael in, he knew that was the end for him.