Supernatural Imagines: Book Two

Worst Fear Come Alive

Characters: Dean Winchester x Reader, Sam Winchester

Warnings: fear of death and dying, angst, major character death

Summary: Everyone knows the life you leads will eventually lead to death, but you don't know how close that can be.

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"I really don't think we should separate. This thing thrives when people are alone," you expressed your concerns with the eldest Winchester. Sam looked around the dark woods in thought, and as much as he hated it, Dean was right. These woods are way too big to stay together.

"Y/N, I understand your concern, but our only chance at stopping this thing is if we trap it out here. We can only do this if we split up. Don't worry, nothing will happen to any of us," he said as he kissed your head.

"Fine, but please be careful. If you feel like you're not going to win, get out of there. I don't need any of you dying on me," you chuckled humorlessly.

"Same goes for you. Okay, let's go," Dean said before you three took off in different directions. The only reason why you were so anal about this case is that you had a huge fear of dying. Thanatophobia is what it's officially called. The thought of you or someone else dying was enough to bring an anxiety attack. Every living thing dies, and you know this, but it's not the fear of dying that got to you, it was the process of dying. There were so many ways to die, so many ways to inflict pain, and that is what you were most afraid of.

Passing in your sleep is something you hoped you'd do when your time comes. No pain, no thought, just nothing but darkness. Sam and Dean seem to think differently because they thought the job was going to kill all of you eventually. Whether that be by a demon, vampire, angel, God, Lucifer, or whatever is out there. Going out swinging is something Dean swore by which got you nervous whenever you went on a case.

Trudging through the woods, you kept your eyes and ears peeled for anything that might seem out of the ordinary. Your machete was out in front of you at all times, ready to go swinging if something came at you. This particular monster was good at blending in with its surroundings which left you and the brothers at a huge disadvantage. It was almost pitch black, the woods were eerily quiet, and the monster was very good at moving around stealthily. If anyone was going to hunt and kill it, then it would be the three of you.

Every step you took was like a loud bang since you seem to be stepping on every single branch and twig you could find. Come on, Y/N, stop making so much noise. It's going to be the reason you're fucking murdered in the middle of nowhere. Taking a deep breath, you silently let it out before continuing on your way. It was taking everything in you to try and not think about Sam and Dean and how they are all alone out there with only a machete as protection. Granted, you had the same thing, but your worry was more for them instead of you. In addition to your number one fear, the thought of someone close to you dying was worse than dying yourself. The thought of having to live your life without that person is what kept you up at night. There had been countless times where Dean had to sleep with you in your bed because you were too anxious to go to sleep.

He was the biggest rock in your life, and you didn't know what you would do without him. Only recently have the two of you started dating, but you've been friends longer than that and known each other for even longer. He was someone you could count on for anything and everything. He always had an answer even when he never spoke. He understood you better than most people, and he provided a great ear for listening when you just needed to talk.

He was the best boyfriend you could ever have, and you thank God every day that he is in your life. Sam was an amazing best friend and such a good brother to Dean, you loved their bond. The three of you worked so well together because you've known each other for such a long time. It's amazing how comfortable you three were around each other, but that's just how you three were. You all had each other's backs and trusted one another with your lives.

Now you can see why you worry so much for them over yourself. After an hour of looking through the forest, you couldn't seem to locate the monster at all. Maybe it left, maybe Sam and Dean killed it, or maybe it was never here in the first place. Taking out your phone, relief crashed over you at the sight of reception. Dialing Sam's number, you waited until he picked up. One the third ring, he did.

"Hey, did you find it?"

"No. Did you?"

"No. Call Dean to see how he did. I'm heading back to the car."

"Okay, see you there," you said as you hung up. Dialing your boyfriend's number, you started to head back to the car when you heard his infamous ringtone. Looking around for the tall man, you headed in the direction of the noise.

"Dean?" you called out as you pulled the phone away from your ear while still letting it ring. You received no answer which caused worry to spike in your brain. Why wasn't he answering if his phone was so close? Was he even near it? Did he drop it? Did something happen to him? Approaching a clearing, you saw Dean's jacket on the dirty ground, and upon closer examination, you saw that Dean was lying on the ground underneath it.

"Dean!" you yelled as you sprinted to him, dropping to your knees as you turned him over. There was so much blood on the ground, you were shocked at the amount. Did one person really carry this much blood? However, at the sight of all the blood, panic began creeping in the back of your mind.

"Dean wake up! SAM!!! Dean, please wake up," you panicked as you shook his shoulders. His eyes were closed and his mouth was partly open, but he made no move to signal that he was alive. As soon as you felt the first tear hit your cheek, your lungs started caving in on themselves. With a shaky hand, you reached over to Dean's eyes and lifted one eyelid, and the look in his eyes told you that his body was exactly that–a body with no soul in it.

"SAM!!!" you screamed as tears cascaded down your face. Your breathing picked up when you realized Dean wouldn't be in your life anymore. Your anxiety was fueled by your worst fear that just so happened to come true. His blood was all over your body as you held him close as if he would open his eyes and say this was all a sick joke.

Your worst fear has come true, and it was nothing like you've ever experienced before. How will you ever survive now?