Supernatural Preferences and Imagines

Worries- Leviathan!Cas

Requested by: okaykidforever

You walked outside with Sam, nerves racking through your body. You took a deep breath and listened to the chirping birds around you.

"Will this work?" You looked up to your twin.

"I hope so." He gave you a sympathetic look. You needed to call your husband Cas and bring him here for him to give up all the souls he devoured from Purgatory.

Death said you had until dawn.

"You make the call," your voice wavered, emotions running high. Sam took a breath and looked up.

"Hey, Castiel, um, maybe this is pointless. Look, I don't know if any part of you even cares but, um, I still think you're one of us. Deep down and way, way, way off the reservation but," your brother sighed.

"-But we still have dawn to stop this," you spoke up. "Let us help, please."

There was nothing but the fading sun to your response. Sam turned and went inside, leaving you out with your thoughts.

Defeated, you turned back and stepped inside. Dean held up a shot of whiskey for you, you shook your head.

They didn't know it, but you were pregnant. You wanted Cas to be the first to find out, but... You were already two months along and the first symptoms were starting to show.

"Sam, Y/n." A familiar voice sounded behind you just as your brothers raised their glasses.

"Cas," you said in a hushed voice. He was bloody, his hair messier than usual, and he was leaning heavily against the wall. The souls inside him were destroying him...

"I heard your call," he grabbed the wall as he nearly fell forward. He looked up and met your gaze, his azure eyes pleading. "I need help."

You sat Cas down against a metal-drawer. You looked at him, waiting for instruction.

"We need the right blood, there is a small jar, end of the hall, supply closet."

"Okay." Sam got up and left.

"Dean, Y/n," he looked over to you.

"What, you need something else?" Dean stopped working. Cas panted heavily, as if he was using all his energy to hold everything inside of him. Which he probably was. That's what scared you, he could give out any second.

"No," he sighed, "I feel regret. About you and what I did to Sam, and leaving you, Y/n."

"Yah, well, you should," Dean responded. You glared at your older brother, but he was right.

"If there was time, if I was strong enough, I would fix Sam now." You didn't want to think about what Cas did to Sam, or what your brother was feeling with his wall broken... You just wanted to focus on getting the husband you knew and loved back. You shifted your weight and knelt down beside your poor angel. "I just want to make amends before I die."

"Okay," Dean responded.

"Castiel, don't you talk one second about 'before I die' shit," you snapped. He just seemed to ignore you.

"Is it working?"

"Does it make you feel better?" Dean responded.

"No," Cas looked downput.

It was go time, you looked around for Sam but you couldn't find him. Walking down the hall he disappeared in, you found the jar of blood.

"Dammit," you muttered and turned back.