Supernatural Preferences {Oneshots, Preferences, Imagines}

Gabriel Imagine: My Immortal Part 2**

Trigger Warning: Suicidal Thoughts, Cutting, and Depression.

4 MONTHS LATER

You haven't moved in over a week. This... Child was growing rapidly, and it hurt to even breathe.

You about what it would be like if you weren't pregnant. If you weren't alive. You sighed, and turned in your bed.

You were the size of a 6 month year old pregnant woman. But, you were only 4 and a half months along.

You felt a sharp kick and you groaned. Your child was going to kill you, sooner or later.

You got up, not feeling as depressed as you were. You were starving, and weak. You fell onto your side when you got up.

"Uh, Dean?" You called out, and Dean rushed from his room to yours. He saw you were out of bed and he helped you up.

"You should be sleeping." Dean sighed. You shook your head and walked out, with help of the walls.

You got out to the main foyer and you saw them. Yes, Sam, Cas, Charlie, and Gabriel.

I probably looked like a mess, with black leggings and a white hoodie, bulging out at the stomach. Your face wasn't the best either.

"(Y/N)?" Gabriel stood and walked over to you. He was concern plastered all over his once angelic face. It was now dim and broken. Your screams at night couldn't help this.

"H-hi. I'm finally out of bed, heh." You smile and cringe in pain when the baby kicked. You almost fell with pain, but you reformed your posture.

"You're not well. Depression and suicide have come to your mind, correct, am I not? Killing yourself, along with the baby." Castiel was sitting down, looking at the table.

You paled, as 4 sets of eyes looked at you. You looked down and pulled up the sweater sleeves. You had sets over sets of cuts. You were embarrassed to show them, but you had no choice.

Charlie groaned and pulled you into a hug. You sighed and returned it.

"You'll get through it. It's not as bad as other things." Charlie sighed as you let go of her.

"I don't even know if something would be as bad as this." I sigh and you feel a strange feeling in your stomach. It wasn't bad, it was actually very comforting.

"He's.... Rubbing the inside of my stomach? He knows I have pain there. How the hell...?" You held your stomach and started to cry. He is reacting to your pain. He is trying to comfort you.

"Oh no. This is not good. Crap, crapity, crapity crap." Gabriel started to pace, in front of you, almost about to break down.

"What isn't good? Can you tell she's happy for...." Dean wandered on the name of the child.

"Either Eliana Marie or Peter. Just because ones biblical and well, Dean, your mom. I changed it to Marie because it went better." You sigh, smiling at the child.

"Do not name it. Do it not get attached to it. Do not even think about it. It is going to kill you, whether you like it or not." Gabriel took your shoulders, and shook them. You were in shock. It was his fault for agreeing to do the nasty with you.

"It... It's my fault. I shouldn't have gotten drunk, and drank almost all the alcohol. I just couldn't stop thinking about-" you stop. You didn't want to finish this argument with tears. You got a sharp jab to the inside of your stomach.

"Oh, this is worse than I thought. Oh why, oh why. Oh why oh." Gabriel held sides of his head.

"What the hell is going on? It's like I'm getting needles and punches at the same time." You fell to your knees, and groaned. The two angels held your arms and helped you up.

"Dean, Sam, Charlie, help her sit down. Me and Cas have to talk. Now." Gabriel took Cas' arm and left the room.

After a few moments, you could hear loud yelling from Gabriel. It was only one sided, but you could probably decipher what Cas was going to say.

"An angel. A freaking angel."

"No, Cas. They woul-"

"She's going to die. Heh, you don't even care, do you?"

"Sure you do, Cas. Sure you do."

"I won't let her die. This is my fault. I shouldn't have agreed to have sex with her."

"It's wings are hitting her stomach. She'll die just from the extension of them."

"We need to take it out. About five months, right? It can sustain and grow afterward. It's just being a parasite, feeding off of her."

"Okay. I'll talk to (Y/N)."

They came back out and you were holding your stomach protectively. "An angel? I have a freaking angel inside of me."

"Uh, yeah. 3/4 angel, and 1/4 human. I'm guessing Archangels bring up the percentage of angelic power..."

"Oh my God. You have to take it out. I don't want a freaking angel inside of me. I'm ready."

You got up, and took Gabriel's hand.

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Dedicated to 69_shodes because she's awesome. ^7^

Took so long. Sorry babes.