Supernatural Preferences and Imagines

Grief~ Dean Winchester

(A/N GET READY KIDS WE'RE GOIN ON A FEELS TRIP!!! In this imagine you die and he's finding out an interesting thing.)

"No! (Y/N), you're going to be fine!" Dean cried.

You smiled weakly. "Dean," you whispered, "I'm not gonna make it."

"Yes you are!"

"Dean. If you love me, let me go."

He hadn't come out of his room at all since your death. It was two months ago. He kept laying in bed remembering all the good times you had together.

That time you did it in a Drive In, the day you finally killed a vampire in one swing.

The day you said 'I do'.

He fiddled with the ring on his finger, one of the last reminders of you.

"Dean," Sam said carefully from the door. "You have to get up."

"Go away, Sammy," he grumbled.

"We have a case."

"Get Cas to help you with it."

Sam rolled his eyes, but what Dean didn't know was that he was crying too.

Dean went back to staring at the pillow where your head once lay. He thought back to the one normal day in your lives.

*FLASHBACK*

"(Y/N) (Y/L/N), do you take Dean Winchester to be your lawfully wedded husband for as long as you both shall live?"

Dean gazed at the beautiful woman in front of him, wearing the most beautiful dress he'd ever seen.

"I do," you said happily. "I always will."

"I now pronounce you Winchester and Winchesterette." Sam said. "You may now kiss the bride."

Dean pushed his mouth onto yours, grinning through the kiss.

*END OF FLASHBACK*

Dean got up to go into the bathroom to brush his teeth.

He noticed something in the trash. Something that he hadn't noticed until now.

It was a small white stick. Two pink lines were on the screen. He picked up the box it came in.

"Oh, my god." He cried even harder.

It wasn't just you that died, it was your child?

Dean couldn't stand it anymore. He had to bring you back somehow.

"Cas, man, if you're out there, please, come help me."

"Cas is busy, Dean," spoke an unfamiliar voice.

He turned around and saw you perched on his bed. You're body was whole, you had no wounds or scars.

"(Y/N)?" He asked in disbelief.

"I'm not the same as I once was," you replied, smiling at him. "I'm an angel."

"You- an angel? Are you sure?"

"Of course I'm sure, silly," you teased. "If I weren't an angel, I couldn't do this."

You spread your wings for Dean, showing him the hues of grey and black.

"You-you were gonna have a baby before you died?"

"I was. Our child is safe in heaven, Dean. Living in the memories she would have had if we'd lived. They are mostly with you, the caring father she deserved. Dean, I'm never far away. If you ever need me, just pray."

His eyes welled up with more tears. "Can I see her?"

You nodded and placed two fingers on his forehead. Soon he was in one of her memories.

It was her- a bright green eyed girl with bouncing brown curls and freckles. The spitting image of Dean.

She was running playfully from Dean, who was playing tag.

You were watching from a seat under a tree, your hand on your round stomach.

You allowed him a little longer then took him back to the bunker.

"Thank you, (Y/N)." He hugged you, murmuring into your shoulder.

You hugged him back. "Anything for you, my Impala67."

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PLEASE DONT KILL ME!! I NEEDED A FILLER AND THIS IS WHAT CAME TO MIND... Yeah...

Also, sorry I killed your kid(s).

Anywhore, I also got the nickname 'Impala67' from the season 10 episode 'Girls, Girls, Girls.'

I'm funny that way.

Did you get my Panic! At The Disco reference in the first bit? It was from the song 'This is Gospel.'

Hope you liked it. 😊