Supernatural Imagines

'And Jen Came Tumbling After' (Jensen)

♩Jack and Jill went up the hill
To fetch a pail of water.
Jack fell down and broke his crown,
And Jill came tumbling after.♩

^^^ Some context ^^^

(Long one... happy reading!)

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Jensen was playing hide and seek with his two year old son. Currently, he was the seeker while his baby boy was trying very hard to stay in one place but was too excited that he kept running around.

"[y/s/n]! Where are you?" Jensen called out, confused as to how his son was so good at hide and seek. He scratched his head, standing at the edge of the top of the staircase.

All joy from his face was drained when he heard his son cry out. "[y/s/n]!" He said aloud and took one step down. Once the crying grew louder, He started to run down the stairs.

Jensen knew that you were downstairs but his 'father instincts' played its part right now, making him check on his son. Plus, he had heard his son giggling and being happy before he started-

CRASH!

Jensen landed on his back the edge of one of the steps poked his back. "SON OF A-" He placed his head back on the stair and bit his lip, making sure he didn't swear in front of his son.

He lifted his head, it was difficult for him to focus because of his blurred vision. "[y/s/n]?" He stammered a bit. His son had a mischevious expression on his face.

Then there was this sharp pain that zapped through every fiber in Jensen's body. He held the stairs' railing so tight his knuckles turned white. Tears stung his eyes and his son's giggles soon turned into cries of help for daddy.

You stood in the kitchen, listening to your tunes on the radio a bit too loudly. You heard a soft tapping of feet approach you from behind. "Mamaaa," It was your son and he was crying.

You looked at him with concern, "What's wrong?" He burst into another wave of tears, "Daddy..." He pointed towards the staircase and you walked towards the stairs after picking your son up.

You took a step back when you saw Jensen on the floor. "Oh my God Jensen!" You put your son down and knelt down, examining your husband.

"What happened? Are you okay?!" You questioned, a bit shakily. "I-I fell... I don't know..." He had no energy, all his air had been knocked out.

"Okay just relax, try to get up," You said and he looked terrified, his whole body ached. He held your hand as you slung your other arm around his waist. He struggled to come up to his feet, wincing and groaning as he did.

Eventually, Jensen stood up straight, only to fall moments later. He wasn't in a good condition. "We have to go to the hospital," You told, freaking out. You were extremely stressed.

You got Jensen's jacket from upstairs, along with yours and you told your son to wear his Crocs.

"Baby, we need to take Daddy to the doctor," You said as you carried him to the car. You placed him in the car seat then ran back into the house and prepared to get Jensen.

"Babe, just once more. We have to go," You said and once more, wrapped an arm around his back. He had tears in his eyes as you helped him up. You had never seen him in this much pain... ever.