Supernatural Imagines {ON HIATUS}

dean x reader ⇸ death pt. ii

You sat at the table in the bunker with a fresh cup of coffee, black. You couldn't stand the taste of anything sweet anymore, it reminded you too much of Dean.

It had been six weeks since he left...

It's been a hell of a year, literally. When you thought about it, you and Dean had been together for almost five years. Your dads were good friends, so you and the brothers sometimes saw each other when they teamed up on hunts way back. You met again on a hunt you guys were coincidentally both working on. Dean was always so sweet, so kind. But after the mark, he wasn't himself. Every time you went on a hunt, he was bloodthirsty. The anticipation of killing Metatron had the best of him. Then finally, he went to kill Metatron, or....he tried.

The thought of what happened that night tore out your heart every time, yet there was not one single moment you stopped thinking about it. You guys had a future. You talked about getting married...having kids. What used to be your plans for the future were just bittersweet memories by now.

These last couple of mornings were all the same. You would get up, get coffee and try to stomach something to eat, then research and research for any information on Dean until your fingers gave up. The air in the bunker was heavy with depression, the atmosphere was lifeless, everything was different. You shut your laptop and started walking the halls, reminiscing on the good old days. "These halls used to be filled with the scent of sweet pies" you thought to yourself. You chuckled a bit..Dean and his pies. A tear rolled down your cheek, you rubbed it away quickly. "Stop being weak, Y/N. He's gone. Wherever he is he doesn't want to be found." you don't know why you were mentally scorning yourself, but you knew you were right. The tears and the reminiscing weren't doing any good. You headed to your room and laid down on the bed. You didn't mean to, but you drifted off to sleep.

You woke up four hours later. You got up and called for Sam. He didn't answer so you figured he was asleep too, you wouldn't blame him. You headed to his room to check on him, but he wasn't there. "Sammy?" you called out again. Still no response, he was probably out on a beer run.

It's been hours now, you started to worry. You grabbed your phone and started dialing his number when the bunker door opened. Sam walked in, covered in blood, with an emotionless expression on his face. You ran to him worriedly "Oh my god Sam! are you okay?" you ask, searching him over for any wounds. Strangely, he had none. You cocked your head to the side "Who's blood is this?" he remained silent, which gave you cause to take a step back. "Sam?" he sighed "It's just some demon's, it's not important." He starts walking away, but you grabbed his arm with more force than you had intended. "Sam, what demon? Are you torturing them for information on Dean?!" He sighed and nodded. Your jaw dropped and tears welled up in your eyes "Sam...you can't do this. By now all these demons are no more of a monster than you are! I do not want to lose both of the people I love in one year Sam!" he looked up as soon as he heard the quiver in your voice "Y/N" he said hesitantly as he held both your shoulders "I'm sor-" you pulled away "I'm sure you are, Sam." you stormed off and closed your bedroom door behind you.

four weeks later (no you haven't been in your room for four weeks it just starts there lol)

Sam slammed open your bedroom door, which caused you to wake up with a stir. Instinctively grabbing a blade from your nightstand, you jumped up and yelled "WHAT". Sam looked befuddled, not realizing he had woken you up, but he started talking anyway. "Y/N" he said excitedly "We might have something could lead us to Dean." If you weren't awake then, you sure were now. You jumped up and fumbled towards Sam, looking at the screen of the laptop he was holding. "Ohio man dead in Wisconsin" You read off the byline. "How is this important?" you ask, wanting him to get to the point "Drew Neely" he continued "Killed his wife and kids three years ago, he'd been missing ever since. Now he's dead at a convenience store in Wisconsin." You walked away to get a hoodie from the wardrobe. "So what are we thinking? Possession?" Sam nodded "Yeah, maybe the thing that killed him knows something." You sighed "We might just be grasping at straws Sammy." he looked up for the computer screen and straight into your eyes "Isn't it worth it, even if we just find one tiny bit of information." you noticed the sadness in his eyes "I guess we better suit up, off to Wisconsin we go." you reply, patting him on the shoulder.
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SOOO it turns out this might end up being a four parter since I'm writing based off the episodes lololol. It'll pick up I swear I'm sorry it's been kinda boring :)))