Supernatural Imagines

Please (DeanXReader)

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It was nine past seven when you went. You were resting in his arms. Deans arms. Yes, you died in his embrace. It was just another vamp hunt, no big deal. You, Sam, and Dean were doing good, each decapitating the vamps slowly but surely. The three looked around at the now emptied barn, the task was done.

Dean was across the room standing by Sammy, he locked eyes with you and smiled. You walked over to them grinning, not breaking the contact with Dean. He smiled like a proud father, he loved you so damn much. Sam made his way to the Impala, giving you two some space. He lowered his head and checked the time, seven o'clock exactly. Thats when he heard it.

Your scream.

And Deans.

On your way over to Dean, an injured vamp had dragged you to the ground and bled in your mouth. Turning you. Dean's eyes widened in rage and his mouth fell open. "(Y/N)!" He ran over to you. Dean gripped the monster by its hair and brought in knife in the side of its neck, slowly cutting it open from left to right, and then ripping the slightly attached head right off its body. He threw the head to the side, and pushed the bloody body off you.

It was at this point Sam had run into the barn, he instantly started to cry at what he saw. Dean was cradling your pale, bloody body in his arms, slowly stroking your hair. Sam dropped to his knees and crawled over, now sobbing. Sam was a mess, but Dean only allowed one tear to escape form his eye. He had to be strong, for you. But the more he kept telling himself that, the less he believed it.

You weren't going to let yourself make it out alive. Hunters had a code; if you were turned, you had to be put down. It was sick, like putting down a dog, but every hunter excepts it. Especially you. Dean couldn't do it though. Not to the woman he loves.

"(Y/N)..." Dean chocked out. You simply nodded at him, tears now pooling in his eyes accepting reality. "Its ok, Dean... Sam..." you looked over at both of them, "Its ok."

Dean just opened his mouth, no words coming out but he managed to force some out. "I-I can't." His words were dry and hoarse. "You have to... Dean you know that. Please." Sam just blinked really fast and started to find an alternate way, "No! No, (Y/N). W-Well find something else. You can, y-you can live off animal blood. You can learn to control it, you'll be alright! Won't she, Dean...... Dean?" Dean just looked up at his little brother, tears streaming down his face. Sam knew the answer, he always knew. But no one wanted to accept it.

"I'm sorry, Sammy. I'm so sorry I'm putting you through this. My brave little solider, I'm so proud of you. You know that?" Your voice got higher at the end. "You've done bad things in your life Sam, we all have. But you need to know... that to me, you'll always be my brother. My friend, my family. Don't change, don't you change for the world Sammy. This world is dark, and it is cruel but don't let it spoil you." You voice cracked at the end of your sentence. You looked up to Sam, tears of joy as you saw a wonderful man, and tears of sadness that you won't see him for a long time.

"Sammy... Sam, I don't want you to be scared. Okay? This is what I want, this is whats best." You weakly smiled, the blood already working. Sam let out a frustrated sob, "But its not what I want (Y/N)! T-Th-This is b-bullshit! I need you here, I need you here (Y/N)..." You took his hand in your pale one, squeezing it, "But its whats right."

"N-Now Sam, you take good care of your brother now, you hear me? Don't let him do anything stupid, and neither should you. Please, just... leave me be. I know where I'm going, I've had that part worked out years ago. And I'll see you there, but not too soon, alright?" Sam mustered a chuckle, trying to wipe away his tears. He then bent down, and kissed for forehead, lightly stroking your hair. "Thank you, (Y/N)." He then slowly forced him self to step out of the barn, to give the couple their space.

"You don't have to do this." Dean rushed. Your shook your head, "You're going to be fine. You and Sammy."

"How do you know..."

"I just do. Dean, Dean look at me." His sad eyes slowly locked with your proud ones, "Dean, you are going to beat this world, I know it. You know why? Because you are strong. You are kind. And you are so, so brave. And I love you. Dean..." You laughed, "All the beauties of the world can't compare to how much I love you. But you have to do whats right. You have to put. Me. Down." You poke through gritted teeth.

Dean shook his head, "No... (Y/N), no..."

"Theres no other way... its so easy to do the wrong thing in this world. We all know it, me especially. But for once lets do this one thing right. Please... you know I can't do it myself." You reached for the gun in your waste band, pulling it out, since the blood wasn't in your system long, a gun would do just right. Dean placed his hand over yours.

"(Y/N)... are you sure. W-We can't do it here, not now."

"No, no its perfect. I'm in the arms... of my first love. Dean, your the man I've always loved, and always will. No matter where you are, I'll be there." You voice barley above a whisper. Dean let his head fall into your chest, sobbing in your bloodied t-shirt. You wrapped your arms around his shaking shoulders as he screamed 'I love you' over and over. You just closed your eyes, forcing tears to run down the sides of your face.

"Okay...okay. Get up, we have to do this now." Dean whimpered and nodded, sniffing loudly.

Dean placed his hand over yours holding the gun. He brought his other hand up to your head, cradling it. "Alright...alright, its alright..." You exhaled softly, now prepared to see your maker. Dean brought your hands up to the side of your temple, reasting the barrel against it.

You both locked eyes, "I love you... Dean... Dean Winchester."

Dean didn't know what to do.

"I'll always love you, baby girl."

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Sam was leaning against Baby, his head down and hands in his pockets. He was silently crying, mourning the loss of his best friend.

-BANG-

His head snapped up.

7:09 on a cold, Wednesday evening, 2015. Thats how you went.

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