SALVATION [gif imagines]

Dean Winchester {2}

Dean's head shot up at the mention of his name.
He and Sam had been seated at the hospital for six hours now.
You had been shot in the stomach by some stupid demon under a hunt.

The boys, like those quik little bastards they were had gotten you to the hospital real quik.
Now you were laying in your hospital bed, in a coma.
Sam were asleep in a chair beside Dean, and when the doctor called for them he didn't wake up.
So, Dean went to your room alone.
You were laying there, your hair spread over the hospital pillow.
You were unbelivably pale and you had dark circles under your eyes.
But, Dean thought you looked beautiful.
He sat down in a chair beside your bed, and took your hand in his.
He had been in love with you for the past two years, but he never had the courage to tell you.
He had just been admiring you from the sideline.
Sam knew of course, he had tried to get Dean to confess to you several times.
As cliche as it sounds, Dean was now spilling his deepest darkest secrets to you.
Tears were running down his cheeks, while his voice was a broken whisper.

"Y/N, please wake up. Baby you need to wake up. I don't know what I'll do if you don't wake up, I don't know what Sam will do. I need to wake up, can you do that to me? The reason I'm so unbeliviable selfish, is because I like you a lot. Hell, I think I even love you. I'll be by your side until then. Just, please, please wake up."

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I have no idea how many times I used the word "wake up" in this imagine.