Supernatural Sister Imagines

Imagine #10: Console

Imagine: You are extremely depressed after losing someone you love, and Cas tries to get Dean to console you.

Age: I dunno prolly like fourteen-sixteen somewhere around there.

"You should go talk to her." Castiel said, standing across the map table in the bunker from Dean. Dean raised an eyebrow at the angel.

"Seriously? I'm probably the last person she wants to hear from right now." Dean protested, sipping from his beer.

"I thought there would be a connection. One extremely messed up human to another." Cas explained, gesturing first to Dean, then in the general direction of where you lay shut up in your bedroom, mourning.

Dean pulled a bitchface, glaring at Cas, but Cas seemed not to notice his poor choice of words.

"Maybe you could explain why you murdered her only friend." Cas continued, raising his eyebrows at the man sitting before him. Dean gave an uncomfortable smile.

"Well, when you put it like that-" he trailed off and instead took another swig from his beer, emptying it. Cas stood up straight and crossed his arms.

"Go talk to her." He said enunciatingly. (Not a word but it is now.)

"Fine, fine. Get off my ass, Cas." Dean tossed his beer bottle in a nearby trash can and got up, cracking his back as he headed toward your room.

He reached your closed door and gave it a soft knock with a knuckle.

"Yeah?" There was a broken, small voice that responded.

"Y/n, can I come in?" Dean asked, resting his forehead against the door gently.

"Yeah, yeah I guess." Your voice was quiet, and raspy.

Dean opened the door to find you curled up in a tight ball in your bed, face half buried in your pillow as tears dripped freely down the side of your cheek.

"Hey, babe." Dean said softly, sitting beside you on the bed and rubbing your outer thigh gently.

"Hey, Dean." You murmured in response, your eyes never leaving where they were glued to the wall in front of you.

"How are you feeling, baby girl?" Dean asked. There was a moment of silence as you sat up, more tears bubbling up your eyes threateningly.

"Does everyone we know end up dead?" You asked, your voice cracking as you fell into Dean's open arms, sobbing into his chest while he kissed and stroked your hair.

"No, no, baby. This was just an unlucky situation. I'm so sorry, but there's nothing anyone could've done. All we can do is be grateful that it wasn't you who was taken, or Sam." Dean held you tightly, petting your hair gently.

"It should've been me."

"Don't say that," Dean said firmly, his grip tightening a little, "I wouldn't be able to live with myself if that was you. I'm sorry for what happened but I am not and will not be sorry that it was her and not you. You mean too much to me and Sam, we couldn't live without you."

"What if everyone I ever care about ends up dead? What if you two are next? How am I supposed to live?" You cried, clutching fistfuls of his shirt and pressing yourself as close as you could to his frame.

"We won't leave you. Y/n, we could never leave you. Don't worry about that." Dean tried to reassure you as you sobbed and blubbered into his chest.

He held you for as long as it took you to calm down, never letting go, even if he was beginning to stiffen up and needed to move.

"I love you, Dean." You mumbled after a while, your tears run out and replaced with puffy cheeks and bloodshot (color) eyes.

"I love you, too. I'm so sorry, baby." Dean responded, pressing his lips to your scalp before resting his chin on top of your head.

"I'm ready to go now." You said eventually, pulling away from Dean just enough to see his face. He gently took your cheeks in his hands and wiped your tears with his thumbs.

"Will you be okay?" He asked. You smiled, that smile that made Sam and Dean melt anytime they saw it. That smile that sent them head over heels, and lit up their entire world. You gave that smile, along with a small nod.

"Yeah, I'll be fine."

Short, shitty, and shtupid, but here you go. Y'all start sending in requests cause I'm already running out of ideas. I'm realizing that most of my 'amazing' scenarios have basically identical plot lines, and the only differences are in setting and irrelevant detail, sooooo. Help me out y'all.