Jacksepticeye Imagines

You Are My Sunshine

(Warning: kinda sad? Alcohol. Mention of suicide.)

You sighed, slouching in your chair. You downed another shot of Vodka. It was your third shot, and you were preparing for the fourth, already filling up the small glass. A pair of arms loosely draped themselves over your shoulders, soft lips pressing against your temple. One of the hands took the shot glass out of your hand and sat it on the table in front of you. 

     You are my sunshine, my only sunshine.

You turned your head to look at Sean. He noticed the dark circles under your eyes. The last few months had been rough for you and, well, everyone else to be frank. He took your hands in his. You just stared at each other for a while. Sean pulled you into an embrace and you immediately threw your arms around him. There was a more-or-less biblical apocalypse right outside your door, and somehow you could still feel happiness in that moment.

     You make me happy when skies are grey.

He slid you out of your chair, arms still firmly around your torso. Your bodies gently rocked side-to-side. Sean's lips grazed the skin on your neck, just a soft peck. He then leaned his forehead on yours and gave you a weak smile. You could tell he was almost at the end of his tether, too. You both kept it together for as long as you could handle, but the end was inevitable. Unfortunately, you couldn't bring yourselves to commit suicide.

The heavy rain outside almost masked the roaring of some creature. What creature was it, specifically? You weren't sure you wanted to know, or that you would understand it even if you did. Sean stroked your hair, seeing your worried glances at the door. "It will all be okay. We will die, but it will be okay," he tried to convince you. It didn't work too well. You knew your death wasn't going to be swift or painless coming from a creature with a screech like the one it had. You furrowed your eyebrows and tightly gripped his shirt, only hoping you'd die in his arms. 

     You never know, dear, how much "I love you," he mumbled into your hair. 
The house was, at that point, rattling violently. Sean cupped your face in his hands and you couldn't possibly tear your eyes away from his. You felt your muscles relax. Even as the beast growled and banged on your door, and the world was quite literally ending, you felt at peace. "I love you, too. I always have, and I always will," you whispered with a smile. 

You connected your lips and leaned into the kiss. It was most definitely the last time you'd ever kiss anyone. 

Maybe it was the alcohol. It was also probably the fact you only slept for fourteen hours that week. You were tired. Exhausted, to say the least. Sean numbed your pain better than any liquid or pill in your pantry. He was the reason why you were still living; why you even cared that you were alive. You kept each other alive. You stayed alive for each other. You needed each other to make it.

It had somehow gotten to this point where you both gave up hope. It was only going to get worse, the deaths more gruesome. and you both knew it. You dreaded the thought that there was something more terrible than the monster outside. But the monster had stopped it's growling and persistence in destroying the wooden door. The only sounds were those of the raindrops on the roof and the relentless beating of two hearts. Then, creaking. Agonizingly slow, quiet creaking of hinges.

It was at that moment that you'd come to realize that the way this world ends, is not with a bang, but a whimper.

     Please don't take my sunshine a-

(A/N) Okay, first of all, I think I need therapy after writing this. Second of all, this is the result of watching Supernatural non-stop. Hmm. Third of all, sorry? So, if you'll excuse me, the next episode is calling my name. 

On the topic of Supernatural, would any of you read a book about Supernatural imagines?