Supernatural Preferences and Imagines

Accident- Richard Speight Jr.

It had been after Richard had been asked a question did he get notified.

"Do you think Chuck will bring Gabriel back?"

"I think it's a possibility," Richard said, acting as if he didn't want to reveal anything. He actually didn't know if he would return to acting for Supernatural or not. Richard did enjoy directing episodes here and there, but it was up to the writers. He didn't know what they had planned. "Chuck certainly has the power to do so... And I certainly want to. I mean, who wouldn't want to work with Jensen, Jared, and Y/n?"

"Maybe Misha."

"Yeah, well... I think that even though J2 play pranks on him, he secretly enjoys Supernatural."

At that moment, Rob came out from behind the stage curtains. The crowd whooped and cheered but the actor did not wave or smile. He walked to Richard and whispered in his ear, "You have a call backstage..."

"Is it urgent?" Richard covered the microphone so the audience wouldn't hear.

"Yes. It is. I can take over your panel if you'd like."

Richard frowned. The crowd hushed down to murmurs, concerned.

"Is everything okay?"

"Just..." Rob paused. "It's not okay. You should leave."

Richard held up his microphone, speaking to the panel once more. "Sorry to disappoint but I am needed elsewhere. I can make up my photo-ops and meet and greets, or you can get a refund. I'll be in contact! Bye, everyone!"

Richard looked down at his phone. The broken screen was alight with texts, tweets, emails... you name it. Even his parents were trying to call him. He didn't want to talk.

"What is it?" Richard walked past Jensen and Jared. An agent passed him the phone. "Hello?"

"Is this Mr. Richard Speight?"

"This is he." The actor frowned.

"I'm sorry to say, but there's been an accident. Your fiancée, Y/n Ackles, is in critical condition at the hospital. Our medical team is doing everything they can but her injuries are severe."

"H-how severe?"

"Life-threatening, sir." Richard looked up. His lips pressed into an uncharacteristic grim line amid his stubble. He saw Jensen, crying, in the comfort of Jared and Misha. You were his twin sister— perfect for the role of Dean's twin. "I'm afraid the odds aren't good," the doctor continued, "I recommend you get here as soon as possible."

His phone slipped through his fingers. It clattered to the ground. Richard couldn't even register what had been said to him.

"No," he finally muttered. "No. I don't believe this."

He stooped to the ground and picked up his phone. Richard fished the car keys out of his pocket.

The drive to the hospital was too long.

An accident?

Like a car accident?

What had happened?

Richard jogged to the front desk.

"I'm looking for Y/n Ackles?"

"Name?"

"Richard Speight."

"What is your relationship to her?"

"Fiancé..."

Jensen came running through the doors, putting a hand on Richard's shoulder.

"I'm her brother," he said. "Jensen Ackles."

"She's in the Urgent Care Ward, room E205. They're still operating but you're welcome to wait outside. I'll tell a doctor you're there."

The two walked silently down the hallways, following the signs to the Urgent Care ward. They eventually found a waiting room near Y/n's room. Richard unlocked his phone, looking at the home screen photo; it was of you the night he proposed. The screen was too cracked to see or do much but he could make out your smiling face. You looked so beautiful and happy.

"Mr. Ackles and Mr. Speight?" A doctor asked.

"Yes?" They responded and stood.

"How is she?" Jensen said quickly.

"I'm very sorry... Y/n didn't make it."

Richard let out a sob. His shoulders were shaking. His chest heaved for a decent breath.

Jensen swayed, catching himself from stumbling by putting a hand on the wall. Richard dropped to his knees.

"We did all we could..." The doctor bowed his head. "We'll have her possessions for you to pick up."

The world turned into a blur. The sounds. The smell. The taste. It all blended into one thing. Everyone was gone. Richard felt the tears roll down his cheeks.

In his hands, he held your engagement ring. Richard fumbled with his necklace— the one he got from his friend who died— and attached the ring to it.

Richard cried as if his heart were being shredded from the inside. The emotional pain was flowing out of every pore. He let out a cry that could bring tears to all those who heard it. He grabbed onto a chair so that his violent shaking would not cause him to fall.

Damn that drunk driver... Y/n didn't even have time to react. There was nothing you could have done. Nothing Richard could have done. Nothing the doctors could have done. It was all on that one person who decided to drive after having one too many.

You weren't even on your phone! You were driving with your seat belt on, going the speed limit, your phone out of reach, and your lights were on... You weren't eating or drinking. There was no alcohol in your system. You were simply heading to the panel.

It's amazing how fast life goes. How it can be taken by something like a car accident.

Richard stepped out of the room and back to the funeral. He wiped at his eyes and walked down the pews.

The drunk driver survived. He would be in prison for five years. But he wouldn't know the misery of Y/n's brother, her parents, her fiancé, her fellow actors, her adoring fans, and her friends.

Richard sat down next to Jensen, who was holding onto Daneel tightly. He made a point not to look at the casket as he thought about what could have been different.

Drive safely and responsibly, everyone. Don't drive after drinking or smoking, always wear your seat belt, and be aware of your surroundings.