Supernatural Preferences and Imagines

Cancer- Misha

Trigger warning: Cancer.

I dedicate this chapter to my grandfather. I miss you so much!

Turn away// If you could get me a drink// of water 'cause my lips are chapped and faded

"So you're going to do it today, then?" Jensen smiled. Misha nodded uncertainly, putting a hand in his pocket and pulling out the small, velvet box. He flicked it open revealing a beautifully simple ring.

"I'm going to take her out for dinner and then do it. Maybe."

"Why the maybe?"

"I don't know. I- I just- I'm not feeling well." Truth be told, Misha was pale and gaunt. It was hidden beneath the makeup and all of Castiel's layers. The makeup artists just told him to try and get more sleep.

"Nerves?" Jensen supplied.

Misha sighed and thought carefully. "I suppose." He shoved the ring back into his pocket. He felt nauseous and light headed, but he was going to make sure you had the night of your life.

Call my aunt Marie// Help her gather all my things// And bury me in my favorite colors// My sisters and my brothers

You smiled as you laid down in bed next to your fiancé. You twisted the ring on your finger and shifted so that your head rested on his chest.

"I was thinking about a date for the wedding," you said calmly, though your insides were screaming with excitement.

"Hmm?"

"October. This year. We'll have to work with our parents to find a specific day. But, I'd like it to be in the fall. I'm still debating a location."

"How about a supermarket?"

"A supermarket," you chuckled.

"Dressed in drag, too." Both you and Misha laughed.

"Why not?" You tilted your head up and kissed his cheek. Then you blushed. "We should probably go to the doctor's office and get a check up too before the wedding. I have a feeling we'll be eating lots of vegetables after going to the supermarket, but better make sure we're healthy."

Still// I will not kiss you// 'Cause the hardest part of this is leaving you

You were leafing through a magazine. You were relaxed into the couch and had your feet up on a table. Misha was expected to be back from the doctor's office soon.

You were just about to get up to make dinner when the door opened.

"You're home early," you said, not turning around. "I was just about to make dinner, but I suppose we can just order pizza now."

You were met with silence. "Mish?" You stood up, sensing a gloom in the air.

Your eyes met. His eyes were brimmed with tears and reflected internal pain. Something was very wrong.

"I have cancer," he whispered.

I will not kiss you (kiss you)// Lips are chapped and faded// Call my (call my)// Turn away// Lips are chapped and faded// Kiss you (kiss you)// Lips are chapped and faded// Call my (call my)// Turn away// Lips are chapped and faded (faded)

"Cancer?" You gasped, taking a few steps forwards. "Surely it's treatable. We can push the wedding back, of course. No need to rush-"

"Y/n," Misha said sternly, his voice with a broken edge. "It's terminal. Brain cancer."

The world fell away from under your feet. Misha continued talking. You heard the words 'comfort care only,' 'no more walks on the beach,' and 'I won't live to see another snow season.'