Supernatural Imagines: Book Two

Good At Playing Pretend

Characters: Michael!Dean x Reader, Sam Winchester, minor characters

Warnings: minor angst

Summary: It sucks that the one thing that is killing you, you can't do anything about it except smile and say you're fine.

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"Our guests are here," Dean said as he opened the front door to let in some hunters you two were familiar with. The house you owned has been cleaned and prepped for tonight's dinner guests. Among the group was Sam, and as much as you would love to go and talk to him, you had appetizers to pass out to the large number of people gathering inside the living room. Grabbing the dish from the kitchen, you made your way to the room before handing out the food you prepared before the meal was brought out.

"This is such a lovely house. I didn't think Dean would ever leave that bunker. How did you do it?" a female hunter that had been on a few hunts with the two of you asked.

"I just told him that I wanted to start a family, and the Bunker isn't a place to raise kids. So, he compromised as long as we live near it and he gets to visit his brother whenever he wants," you grinned.

"How cute, and these appetizers are just delicious."

"Thank you," you accepted the compliment before moving around the room at a slow pace. Dean was talking to his brother in the corner, but you made sure not to let them know your eyes were on them even though Dean knew they were. Everyone gave compliments at how big and clean this house was, and you thanked them all for coming. With the Men of Letters' bank account, it was enough to buy this place outright so you didn't have to worry about a mortgage.

"Would you like one, honey?" you asked when you reached the Winchesters.

"Thanks, sweetheart. Go ahead, Sammy. Try one," he grinned as he popped the food into his mouth.

"Dude, you're like, thriving here. I figured you would want to move back to the bunker as soon as possible."

"You know me, Sammy. Always pleasing my girl, no matter what she wants," he laughed.

"Well, Cas and Jack miss you."

"I'll visit soon, don't worry," he grinned. Although it did make you worry.

"And you're not having any problems with Michael being gone?"

"Dude, how many times do I have to tell you this? He's gone, I don't know where he went or if he's coming back. Would you relax?" he scoffed as he walked off to greet some other guests.

"Is he okay?" Sam asked once you two were alone.

"Yeah, he's just stressed. I think not hunting is getting to him. I wouldn't worry too much about it. He'll visit soon, and you'll be on the road in no time," you laughed.

"And you? How are you doing?" he asked just as Dean called you over to him.

"It's really good to see you, Sam. Really, I'm so happy you're here. Please come over more often. It gets lonely in this big house. Bring Cas and Jack too as I'm sure they would love it here," you said quickly before leaving his side to join your husband's.

"I think we're ready for dinner, right sweetheart?"

"If I could have everyone's attention, dinner will be served in the dining room in just a few minutes. If you could head that way and take a seat, food will be out shortly," you announced as your guests did as they were told. Heading to the kitchen, you started plating the food onto server trays when Sam came in.

"Are you sure you're okay?" he asked as he helped.

"Yeah, fine. Why?"

"This isn't you two and you know it. Dean doesn't do cocktail parties, and you hate small talk which is what you're going to get if you go out there."

"What can I say, Sam? We're changed people. I think Michael scared him into this life. We don't have a lot of time, Sam, and anything could happen at a moment's notice. I have to make the most of what I have now because I could be dead tomorrow, you know? Dean and I want to start having kids, and this party is kind of a break into that. Someone has to carry the Winchester name, right?"

"Yeah, right," he muttered as the two of you brought out the trays of food. Dean's eyes were on you the entire time, but you refused to look at him back. He wanted this party for a reason, and you dreaded for it to be over which is what happened two hours later. The last person out the door was Sam, and as he was saying goodbye, you stood off to the side as you patiently waited your turn.

"I'll see you in a few days, right?" Sam asked as you hugged him.

"Yeah, we'll give it the ol' five-o. It was really great seeing you," you grinned as you hoped the secret code you gave worked.

"Yeah, I'll see you," he smiled as he left the house. Guess not. As soon as the door closed, Dean straightened his form as all the joy from his eyes dropped. This is the part you dreaded the most. Backing away from Dean, he stalked to you as his eyes shone a bright blue to let you know that Michael wanted to play.

"That was exhausting. Who knew that so many hunters wouldn't shut up. I figured their trauma was enough to silence them."

"Michael let's just clean up and go to bed, okay?" you whispered fearfully.

"Oh, we'll be going to bed, but it won't be for sleeping. Jack can't be the only Nephilim in the world, now can he? Not when I have a lot of plans for our child."

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"I'm back!" Sam said as he walked into the Bunker.

"We found Michael. He's in the next town over," Castiel said as he walked into the room with his nephew.

"I was just–oh no," he whispered as he came to the realization that his brother was never back. Dean specially told him that he didn't want kids because of this whole Michael thing. All Dean could talk about is how he's excited about the new phase in his life. Then, you gave the secret code "five-o" which meant you've been caught and to get the hell out of there. You're in trouble, and if he didn't leave soon, you were going to die just like Kelly Kline did.

"We need to go, Y/N's in trouble."