Supernatural Preferences {Oneshots, Preferences, Imagines}

Your Death**

Dean: -
It wasn't any surprise to toil when too for cancer. Your mom had it,and you lost her to it. But for Dean, that was a giant impact for him

You were in a hospital bed, with stage 4 leukaemia. It hurt to move, or even breathe. You knew you weren't going to be on this bed any longer than a few hours.

"D-Dean?" You managed to say, looking over at him. He looked like, well, Death. He was absolutely pale, and barely slept. He wanted, "To be with you for as long as he can."

"Yes, (Y/N)?" It was very uncommon for you to talk. You would usually just moan and groan.

"I just wanted to say, I love you, so much. I won't be here much longer. I just want you to know that." You coughed up some blood. Make that the umpteenth time you've coughed up blood in the last week.

"No, no, no, no, no! You can't die. I can get Cas to bring you back. You can't. No, I won't let you." Dean tried to get a crossroad demon to heal you, but you knew how that ended. Not even Crowley could fix you. Well,
Dean wouldn't let him touch you.

You got several visitors while you were in the hospital, and the last person you expected to come was Carver Edlund, or Chuck Shurley.

He disappeared over 6 years ago and to everyone's surprise, said hello.

Then he left again, never to be heard from, months later.

"No, Dean Winchester. I am going to die. Whether it like it or not. Tell Cassie, Sam and hell, even Crowley I will miss them."

"No! I can trade places with you." He said.

"No, silly. I love you."

And you let out a final breath.

Sam:
Salt and burns weren't supposed sto be this hard, let alone not finding the body after 2 hours.

"Where the hell is it?!" You yelled. Sam and you were looking around for it. You told Cas to watch over Dean, trying to play matchmaker.

"I don't know. He wasn't cremated and the body is in the backyard." Sam sighed, and you kept walking.

You were thinking about simple plans for your wedding. Small one, just in the bunker. Few people would show up, just you Cas, Charlie, Dean, Crowley (he was in the Devils trap, so no choice) and the two lovebirds.

You two got to the backyard, you holding onto the back of Sams shirt,but you didn't get far. You felt the spirit reach into your chest, and you couldn't breathe.

The spirit dissipated, as Sam threw a piece of iron at it. You couldn't breathe, and you knew you were in an irreversible fate.

"(Y/N)!" Sam caught you before you fell to the ground. You two didn't need to know what's going on. You were dying, or dead already.

"S...Sam." You managed to breathe out.

"No! (Y/N), come on, you can get through it." Sam yelled, pulling your face into the crease of his neck. He was pulling your hair, sobbing.

"I.... love........ you."

On that day, two lives were lost.

Cas:

Rogue angels were dicks. Plain out freaking dicks. You and Castiel couldn't ever really go out, let alone walk in a park.

But this day, you thought you were safe.

You and Cas were walking in the nearby orchard, you seeing it after a hunt.

Cas was holding your wrist, not really getting the concept of 'holding hands'.
You were enjoying yourself, completely. The flowering trees were quite a sight to see.

Until, you felt a blade stick into your side, piercing your kidneys and stomach, and a loud battle cry. You stopped, and Castiel looked back.

Rogue angel.

You fell forward, holding your side, screaming in pain. The male angel looked proud, prideful even.

Castiel looked beyond angry. Just in agony. You tried to stop screaming, but nope, you kept screaming.

"Oh, finally. I was the only one able to stand up to you, Castiel. You will remember the name, Erid. Erid, the one who took down the lover of Castiel. The one who got through to him." He laughed. Castiel didn't reply. He went up to him, and smited Erid.

Castiel was about to heal you, but you stopped him. "No, this is my time. You can't stop Fate. You know what happens when you mess with Fate." You groaned. Castiel was crying. You have never seen him cry, in the years of knowing him.

"D-Dean told me to give you this. He said it would make you happy, and because I love you." He pulled out a box. It was velvety and blue.

A engagement ring box.

"C-Cas...." You sighed, as you fell into eternal slumber.