Dean Winchester imagines

Death

He was all you'd ever wanted, all you'd ever dreamed of and now here he was; dying in your arms. You couldn't do anything about it, he was going and it was all your fault. You'd brought him into this, you'd made him go on that stupid hunt with you. If only you hadn't went, you'd be in his arms, safe and at home, surrounded by love and his warmth. That's what you wanted right now. But it was gone, all of it was. It was all gone. 

You studied his face for the very last time, those candy apple green eyes closing by themselves and the blood stained face of your angel was facing your teary and equally as bloody one. You couldn't believe it, you couldn't just let him go. He was your first love, your first kiss, your first chance at a happy life. He was your hope and in that instant, your realized; without him, you were nothing.

His breath slowed down, his eyes fluttering shut. He was gone. Your whole body ached to be held by him one last time but it was too late. Letting out a high pitched cry, you closed your eyes, screaming in anger and sadness over the death of your most loved. Your eyes scanned the room before looking back down at the body of the deceased in your arms. Dean Winchester had just died, trying to save you.

Stupid vampires, why were all of them such assholes?! All you were trying to achieve was to save the two people that had been kidnapped and now your loved one was dead, his throat ripped open and the blood soaked his whitening skin, his blue and green plaid shirt, his hair. But somehow, he was still beautiful, even covered in blood and mud with his now paleing skin.

The angel, that's who you need and in an instant, you shouted out his name through your sobs. "Castiel!" You screamed, your voice breaking at that. Nothing, there was no flap of wings, no sudden entrance of the graceful being. "Castiel, get your feathery ass down here right now!" 

Still nothing, where the hell was he?! Where was Sam for that matter?!

 "Sam?!" You called out, knowing he was somewhere in the building and you soon heard the heavy steps of someone running down the hall. Was it Sam or another vampire? There wasn't much point in living anymore so you waited, embracing the death if it was a vampire. But to your luck, Sam burst through the door and saw you with Dean in your arms, immediately running over and knelt beside his brother. He called Castiel and then he arrived. Wow, so he wouldn't come for your call but would for Sam?

"Help him!" Sam insisted when he saw the angel and Castiel hurried on over, hovering his hands over the corpse of Dean, a light appeared from his hands as he ressurected him and he soon took a step back. He was catching his breath before going back in to try again, using all he could to bring back the Winchester.

Castiel took another step back and sighed heavily, that had taken a lot out of him and he was now weak. You just looked down at Dean in your arms, hoping and wishing that he would open those eyes you adored, wanting to feel his soft and loving touch caress your delicate skin. You wanted him back so badly, more tears slipping down your cheeks as you waited and waited. After what seemed like an eternity, he finally took his first breath and your heart jumped, your stomach knotting into a thousand and one pieces as he reopened those emerald eyes, his hand reaching up to stroke your hair gently. "B-Baby." He whispered hoarsely. 

"I'm right here, I'm right here baby, I'm not leaving you, I'm right here." You cried, holding him close to you, your eyes couldn't leave him. "I'm so so sorry baby, it's all my fault, it's all my fault!" 

"N-no, (y/n), d-dont blame your-s-self..." He coughed and tried to sit up then, attempting to not squish you in the process. "I'm back, b-babygirl..... I just need some water." He said and then the corners of those perfect lips curled up as he tried to lighten the mood. You grinned widely and with that, his lips crashed against yours. Your tongues dancing with each others in the passionate and heated kiss you two then shared. It was so perfect, everything was alright now. You were never letting him go again.