Supernatural Preferences and Imagines

Gunshot (Part 2)- Dean

This chapter is set before angels are introduced. Set around season 2ish?

"Dean? Dean!"

The panic started settling in, which only encouraged you to try to force the Impala to go any faster. You found a small building with a large red cross, knowing it was a hospital you skidded to a halt in front of it, not worrying about finding in a parking space.

You got out of the car and ran through the doors, the late night attendant saw your expression and immediately stood up. You ran back to the car and opened the back door and dragged Dean out.

"Oh my God," she whispered, helping you get Dean up to a room. The town's few doctors were called in and you found yourself being shoved into the waiting room, against your many protests. You started pacing angrily up and down the hallways.

"It's all your fault," you told yourself, "you should at least spent a couple more days investigating." You shook your head and bit your lip, nothing could have stopped this. You looked down at your hands, dried blood was caked over your skin.

A single tear escaped and glided down to your chin, where it fell to the cracked hospital tile you had grown to hate.

You walked to the bathroom to wash your hands. You couldn't bear to look at your husband's blood any longer. The red substance dripped from your conjoined hands that were frantically washing away every hit of the recent hunt.

You glanced up at your reflection in the mirror. Your hair was tangled, your eyes were ignited with anger and worry, your heart rate was so quick you were surprised you were still standing. Every fiber in your body wanted to be reunited with Dean, but common sense told you to listen to the doctors. To stay calm, that was probably better off for the baby...

Then a thought dawned on you. You would have to call Sam. You would have to tell him exactly what happened and hear the heartbreak in your brother-in-law's tone. How he would say it was okay, murmur some half-assed comfort that was probably meant to reassure himself.

If Dean didn't make it, you would have to go home alone and hide the truth from your daughter that her father was never coming back. You would have to raise another child and hate yourself for knowing that he or she would never get to meet his or her other parent.

You pressed your back to the wall and slid down to the floor, holding your head in your hands as unstoppable tears formed rivers down your cheeks.

"Please let Dean be okay," you prayed, not knowing if angels were really above you. "I'm begging you," you said as you looked upwards, "please, help him. Let him get through this, I can't go back without him. I need him. Just, let him recover. It's not his time to go."

You found yourself back on your feet and walking back to your husband's room right as the doctors were leaving.

"Agent Harkness?" one of them asked, you nodded.

"You're partner is going to make a full recovery. He will need to stay in the hospital for a couple of days and he's asleep right now, should be awake soon."

"Thank you," you gushed, a spark igniting in your heart once more. You weren't sure if you were thanking the doctors or the heavens above. Perhaps both.

"Your partner, Agent Morgan, he's a real fighter. If you hadn't stitched him up before, we could have lost him. Take care, Agent Harkness." The doctors walked off and you didn't waste another moment before stepping into the room and taking a seat by your husband's side.

The heart monitor was beeping steadily, bringing you more comfort. A nurse was in the room recording details. You let out a long, tired sigh and waited for Dean to wake up.

"Y/n?" you were woken from your nap to see Dean's bright green eyes looking over to you.

"Dean!" you smiled, leaning forwards to grab his hand. "Don't you dare scare me like that again!"

He chuckled, pressing a button that allowed him to sit up so he could lean over and kiss your forehead.

"No guarantees, but I'll try not to get shot like that again."

You rolled your eyes, "You lucky son of a bitch, I almost lost you." Your eyes watered on how close those words could have been true. He gave you a half smile and reached over, taking your hand.

"You and I both know that death won't be able to keep me away from my lovely wife, psychic brother, and two kids for long."

As the doctors predicted, Dean was out of the hospital in a couple of days, not fully recovered but definitely on the way. You drove home, thankful he was at your side.

You arrived at Bobby's house and saw your daughter, Justice, peering through the old windows. Once she saw the impala she gave you a toothy grin. You heard her shout, "Momma and Daddy are home!" as she ran away from her perch. A couple seconds later, the door opened and she raced over to the car as you got out.

Justice jumped into Dean's arms with a cheeky grin and bubbles of laughter.

To say you were happy was an understatement, seeing all of the smiling faces. You pushed away the thought of loosing Dean and joined your family for an after-hunt dinner.