Supernatural Preferences & Imagines

Castiel Imagine

I didn't like the ending

Life was great in all honesty. You had a nice apartment to live, nice friends, and have had a pretty relaxing weekend. Well, until your phone started randomly buzzing non-stop late at night on Sunday. 

I'm coming

Don't run

You'll never escape

First thought you had was to call the police. But a funny feeling had you thinking of going to your friends house. They obviously knew where you lived, a terrifying thought alone, and had your phone number. 

You being your crazy, dumb self thought of it as a surprise and scary way of finally going onto vacation. 

"Sandra? Uh, want to go on a trip with me?" You nervously said into the phone, rendering yourself into shock because someone just died on your favorite television show and you had no reaction. Yea, you were numb from the stalker person texting you. "I'm down! But, are you re-watching Castiel's death scene? Quit it, girl! We all know nobody dies for long on Supernatural, especially not one of the most beloved characters." You murmured in response, picking up the TV remote and rewinding it back to the beginning of the torture scene.

It wasn't right to not react to your favorite character dying and then coming back to life in a matter of moments. "Alright, can you be free for a few weeks by tomorrow?" Sandra was silent before the jingle of her car keys commenced. "I'm packed and I'm coming over right now, girls night before we go off on vacation!" 

You smiled slowly, nodding your head before realizing she couldn't see you. "I'll be waiting, and how are you so chill about this?" Sandra just made an incoherent noise, the starting of an engine sounding in the background. 

How did she pack so fast? And why wasn't she asking questions? 

"No reason, [Y/N], you're just paranoid. And I'm in dire need of a vacation with  my bestie. We all have our breaking moments." You sighed and said your goodbye, not being able to hold back the feeling that something was up. 

Something bad.

It was around an our, Sandra lived about an hour an a half away, when someone knocked on your door. Assuming it was her, you went to the door and opened it, jumping back in surprise as the one person, or thing, you never expected to be at your house, stood in front of you. "[Y/N]," His deep voice grumbled, tilting his head down slightly in a welcoming manner. 

You just stared at him, flabbergasted at what was happening. "Y-You're not real," You stammered out, reaching your hand out and touching him. When your hand met his tan jacket, you jumped back in surprise. 

"First stalker guy, now you?" The words slipped through your mouth, and his face showed immediate worry. "You already got the text? Come with me," his hand jutted out and grabbed your wrist, peering over your shoulder. "Sandra should be here in..." he squinted at the clock hanging on the wall behind you. "...twelve minutes. Not very long, we have to go." 

Fight or flight kicked in and you pulled away. "I'm hallucinating, how are you here!" The man just sighed, grabbing you and pulling you inside. "Go grab Althea and Duke." he ordered, looking around. You just stood there in shock. "Now! And don't worry about anything else!" 

Suddenly, you found yourself doing as he told. You dashed up the stairs and into your room where your all black German Shepherd and all white one stood in there locked cages, tails wagging furiously. "Althea!" You went over to her first, unlocking her cage and clipping her leash onto her collar, her white fur raising as she smelt someone new. You quickly did the same with Duke, grabbing a bag despite his warnings. You shoved some things in there, mostly things for the benefits of your dogs, before taking them and running down the stairs.

"Okay-" You rushed past him and, almost lightening fast, poured their dog food into two giant ziplock baggies and shoved them in your backpack, zipping it shut. Blue eyes met yours with exasperation. 

"They're my babies, they come first." You shrugged before tugging on their leashes. Duke and Althea has raised hairs along their back, wanting to protect you. Jerking gently, you got them to stop and you stared at him expectantly. "Don't you have a plan? And why are we running from Sandra? Why not creepy-" he shut you up by running out of the house, pulling you and the dogs with him.

You hopped into the familiar all black Chevy, staring in awe. You put your bag by your feet, looking at your well-behaved dogs sitting in the back. The man started the car, backing up and driving away. You looked out of the window, eyes widening as the car and Sandra's passed each other.

"How did-" "Stole it." "You're real-" "Yes." you stared at your hands for a few moments. "Why are you here? Why aren't you taking Sandra, too? There was a gun pointed at her head!" It was silent before you glared at him.

"Castiel!"

Cas groaned and mumbled. "Never really liked her..." you stared at him, open mouthed. "Rude!" You managed out before he turned to you. "Why did you even come get me?" 

"I saw the ending, and I didn't like how it turned out."

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Hey guys! I mainly wrote this bc I saw a tumblr post that said "imagine if your favorite character read your story and didn't like the ending" or something like that. Wrote this in a hot minute, and the reason why your so chill when you get those weird texts is bc its like ur a character in a book and the author makes you dumb. If you haven't caught on, your story ends up like a horror one and you die. Idk where this a/n is going but just wanted to say that. Vote if you want a part two i guess, :)