Supernatural Preferences and Imagines

-.-Your Death-.-

In my last book I did, 'You Die on a Hunt,' but this is more of a variety.

Warning: Triggering? (Plus my A/n at the end of the chapter)

Dean-

You didn't know you had a rare blood disease until you collapsed on a hunt, your heart beating irregularly. Dean, your husband, took you to the hospital, letting Sam and Bobby take over the hunt.

You had samples of blood drawn and tested, they all came back with the same result.

You only had a week to live, there was no cure and it spread quickly.

You requested that your husband take you home, seeing that you didn't want to spend your last days stuck in a hospital. The doctors agreed, knowing they couldn't do any more for you. The least they could do is help you be comfortable.

As the days past, Dean never left your side. He brought all of your favorite foods and then one day, you two got into the Impala and started driving. You didn't know where you were going, and you were asleep most of the way, but once you woke up, you and Dean were in an open field.

It was so peaceful and beautiful. There were mountains in the distance, a river flowing slowly behind you and trees far off to your right.

"It's so nice out here," you whispered, allowing Dean to escort you to a perfect picnic spot. He laid down a blanket and you two rested against each other. "Let's just stay here, at least until the stars come out."

He nodded, "Anything you want, my love."

Both of you knew that you wouldn't make it home. You died right after the sun set and the evening star had risen. Your final moments were painless and peaceful. Dean immediately called Sam and then Bobby.

Once they got up to the field, you were burned in a hunter's funeral.

Sam-

You died in a fire.

Right after everyone thought everything was okay, they didn't expect one of the ordinary dangers to come up. The apartment you and Sam had been living in had caught aflame, being the hunters you two used to be, you were quick to split up and try and save as many people as you could.

It wasn't a supernatural-caused fire, someone had simply left their stove on by accident.

You were clearing out the third floor when the smoke started overwhelming you. You couldn't stop, no, you were carrying two unconscious toddlers.

"Help!" you called, when a couple firefighters rushed forwards. You gave them the kids and let them escort you to the exit. You were nearing the entrance and you saw Sam standing outside, restrained by a couple firemen.

"I need to go back, my wife-"

There was a loud crack above you as the ceiling started caving in, you shoved the firemen forwards and they reached the exit rights as the building collapsed on top of you.

Castiel-

You were a college student at the University of Kansas and you were heading to your apartment after getting a few drinks with your friends.

It was past midnight when you decided to call it quits to head home, you weren't drunk, at least. The bad thing was, you lived in a very sketchy neighborhood. 'Keep your friends close, keep your handbag closer,' was the motto your roommates always said walking through the streets.

You heard footsteps behind you, you took that as a cue to walk a little faster. You felt the blade tucked up in your sleeve like your boyfriend, Castiel, had taught you. The footsteps increased speed until you were running to your apartment.