Supernatural Preferences

Dying

Sam: You were barely hanging on, eyes fluttering closed and breathing stuttering. Strong arms were holding you, words, meaningless to your deafened ears, whispered against your blood soaked forehead. Pleading for you to stay, that he loved you, that you could make it. You wanted to reassure the hunter, the man who had stolen your heart but the words hung in your throat. With the last bit of strength you had remaining in your weakened limbs you raised a hand, a last ditch attempt to wipe the tears from his eyes, and were gone.

Dean: "Dean."
"Shhh. Shhh. It's going to be okay. I've got you, just hang on!" Your hunter. Your brave, stupid, beautiful hunter.
"It's alright Dean." You whisper, a smile on your lips. It was cold, why was it so cold?
"No, no its not."
"Dean, love, let me go." How could you not realize how impossible it was? How you were his world, his tie to the light in this life of darkness? How could you leave?

Castiel: He was human. He was human and useless and he couldn't stop the little hiccups of breath that escaped him as he watched you die. He couldn't heal the stab wound that was steadily pushing out blood from your body no more than he could find his father. He didn't want to lose you. Suddenly gentle hands are framing his face, eyes that held so much life and laughter catching his "It isn't your fault Castiel, my angel. Just remember I love y-"

Crowley: You were intel, nothing more than a hunter on good terms with the upper class denizens of Hell... well denizen. So why did he want to scream? To track down the stupid underling who decided to string you up and kill you? Why was he suddenly sitting in your little home, fingers clutching at your jacket as something un-namable clawed its way up his throat?

Balthazar: "Boys, you do realize that I am not your" Balthazar turns and stops "...man servant." His eyes widen, hands falling from their theatrical movements. "No."
"Balthazar" Castiel is stopped by Dean, whose eyes were red rimmed, with a hand upon his chest. "We couldn't save her, we tried, God we tried."
"WHY DIDN'T YOU CALL ME?!" He thunders, voice threatening to break the windows.
"We did Balthazar."
Balthazar moves forward numbly until he falls to his knees beside the bed, hands clasping a painfully cold one. "Leave." The room was emptied leaving him free to let the sobs overtake him. "Darling, I- I'm sorry." his grace wasn't enough to bring you back, to let you hear him utter the words he so reverently professed to you when you were together. For the first time, as apoogies dropped from his lips and tears from his eyes, Balthazar hated his father.

Benny: He was fading, you could see it in his eyes. You wouldn't lose him again, not this time, not when things were finally going good for him. You didn't think twice about drawing the blade over your wrist and holding it up to him. It took a moment to register what you were doing but once it did he tried to push away "No, I won't not to... you." He couldn't go far with his injries and you followed him. "Benny, please. I won't lost you." your uninjured arm raises to stroke his face "I trust you."
His eyes snap open, taking a moment to adjust to the early dawn light before he saw you. Curled into his chest like you would at home, when you fell asleep on him and refused to let go but he couldn't hear your heartbeat. No breaths. "No. No." Shakily and bends his head and feels the panic threaten to crush him. "Sugar, why?"

Gabriel: You had managed to pull the greatest trick in all of history. You had made the angel Gabriel fall in love. Had made him laugh, and dance, and now you had made him cry. The tears falling from his eyes as he clutched you to his chest his wings curving over the two of you like they could block the world out as he rocked back and forth willing his grace to bring you back. "You stupid, stupid human. How dare you? I love you, oh dad please. Please come back. I need you." He was too late to save you but perhaps he could give you a second chance, he could do that couldn't he? Even his father wouldn't be so cruel a to take you away so permanently, he was the Trickster! An archangel! And you... you were his human, his perfectly imperfect human who was broken and gone and.... he needed you.

Lucifer: The Devil didn't fall in love. He drowned in it. He loved fiercely and in such a way that you felt like you were everything. He never expected anyone would get to you. It was his mistake, fury didn't cover the emotion that washed over him when he saw you. Then there was an immense sadness as he sunk to his knees and brushed his fingers over your cheek. "Come back to me my human. Come back." Lucifer's grace left the room cold, frost over every surface and a frozen tear on his cheek.