Supernatural Imagines

Stop Running

You coughed again before taking a long drag from the cigarette between your fingers. Ashes broke off in the wind, swept away on the slow night breeze.

"Hello, Y/N."

You turned your head casually to see a familiar trench coat and straight line of a mouth.

"Hey, Cassie." You replied, using your nickname for the angel.

"You know, you can call me Cas, as the Winchesters do."

You nodded. "I know. But how are they?"

He did not respond quickly. "They are... As you humans say "fine". Though, worried about you."

"Well, tell them, I'm fine."

He stepped closer, sitting down on the motel steps next to you. "They have also told me to offer you a room in the bunker."

"I'm okay, for now at least. I like to hunt on the road."

"You "cannot be tied down". And that is what ruins your life time after time again, Y/N."

"How so?" You wheezed and took a large breath as you tossed the cigarette in front of you and crushed it out with your smooth black leather boots.

"Devin, Flynn, Sam-"

"Sam didn't understand." You hissed, frustration rising. Every time you got worked up whatsoever, it was the wall to hold back tears.

"Sam did understand. But Sam wanted what was best for you, and you didn't want to get to close. Too comfortable." Not a hint of emotion came through his voice.

Cas was right and you knew it, you would never admit to it, however. "I'm not moving in with them. I'm not hunting with them. I'm not anything with them. Ever. Again."

"You shouldn't smoke."

"What?" The randomness of it threw you off.

"You use to run fast, you could go laps around Dean."

"And?"

"I estimate if you continue to do so at the pace you are, you'll die in thirty years, maximum."

"Then I'll live it to the fullest." You turned to go back inside your room, but Cas touched your shoulder gently, and immediately the hacking and wheezing left your body.

"Please stop, Y/N."

"Stop what? Smoking?"

He nodded, "And avoiding the best chance you have at a better, happier life." His hand dropped, and a small rush passed by your ear, signaling he had left.