Sad Supernatural Imagines

#65 Dean - Forgive Me

Request from @DeansSunshine. I hope this is what you asked for!

(This will not be of any plot to the 3 episodes where the Lance of Michael has appeared. This is off the top of my head. If I do get any information wrong, I strongly apologize. I don't remember anything about this, so please bear with me!)

Y/N p.o.v:

"Please, Y/N! Don't leave us!" Dean pleaded. You looked around and saw Sam, Crowley, and Mary standing around you. You coughed up blood and then smiled up at Dean. You pressed you hand to the shoulder where you gripped him tight and raised his beautiful ass from perdition.
"Don't ever forget me, Dean Winchester." You whispered. You coughed some more and felt tired. Although you were an angel, you felt tired and like you were fading out into nothing. You pushed Dean away; not wanting your wings to burn and scar him. He already had enough scars. On the outside and the inside.
"You'll be okay, Y/N! You'll be okay!" He screamed. With the last bit of strength you had, you threw Dean to the wall and screamed as you finally fell towards death. Then, everything was black.

~day before~

You walked into the bunker, looking for Dean. Sam was in the library, but Dean was not.
"Sam, have you seen Dean? I have something very important to talk to him about." You said. Sam glanced up at you.
"Uh, I believe he's at a bar." Sam told you. You nodded and flew to him. You popped in the bar that he usually goes to and looked around. You saw him sitting and talking to a waitress; maybe flirting was a better description. You frowned. You felt saddened by this. You didn't know what it was. You asked Sam about it, but he didn't know either. You felt like he was lying though. You walked over to Dean.
"Hello, Dean." You greeted. Dean jumped and then glared at you.
"Really? Do you always have to do that?" He asked. You looked away.
"My apologies." You said. Dean sighed and then turned around. He groaned.
"We talked about this. Personal space?" He asked. You backed up.
"Again, my apologies, Dean." You said quietly. You didn't know what this feeling was. You felt hurt and a wet substance started to form in your eye. You wiped it away and looked up. Dean looked concerned and you could read his mind. He thought he hurt your feelings. You cleared your throat and started to speak, but he interrupted you.
"Are you okay?" Dean asked. You smiled.
"I am alright, Dean, but I do have to talk to you about something important." You said. Dean sipped his beer before speaking.
"'Course. What d'ya need to talk about?" He asked. You cleared your throat. You opened your mouth to say something, but forgot what was so important that you had to fly all the way here to tell him. You sighed and looked down.
"Never mind. I forgot what I needed to say." You said and before Dean could respond, you flew away. You couldn't handle anything right now. You flew back to the bunker and to the room you had been given. Although you didn't sleep, you liked to be alone, so then Sam offered you a room of your own where you could gather your thoughts. You paced around the room.
'Father, what is this? I've never felt this way before. I don't know what to do. Or what I am feeling. Ugh, what am I doing. You don't care.' You thought to God. It was useless. You sighed and paced faster.
"Okay. I'm fine. I'll just block it out. I'll avoid Dean. Maybe Sam. No. That is too suspicious. Well, even avoiding Dean is. Dammit." You said softly. Suddenly, you were startled my light, but sharp tapping on your door.
"Come in." You said. The door opened and Dean came in. You tensed.
"Hello, Dean." You said in quiet voice. He closed the door and stepped towards you.
"Are you sure you're okay? You seem a little off today." Dean said. You faked a smile.
"I'm okay, Dean. Don't worry about me. I do remember what I needed to tell you, though. The Lance of Michael? I need to find it. We need to. It can kill Lucifer. It's very important." You said. Dean nodded.
"Got any ideas on where it could be?" He asked. You nodded.
"I believe Ramiel, a fellow angel I know, has it. We need to find him and get it. This could be our chance to stop Lucifer forever." You explained. Dean smiled and nodded.
"Awesome. Let's go tell Sam." He said.

~Now~

"Please, Y/N! Don't leave us!" Dean pleaded. You looked around and saw Sam, Crowley, and Mary standing around you. You coughed up blood and then smiled up at Dean. You pressed you hand to the shoulder where you gripped him tight and raised his beautiful ass from perdition.
"Don't ever forget me, Dean Winchester." You whispered. You coughed some more and felt tired. Although you were an angel, you felt tired and like you were fading out into nothing. You pushed Dean away; not wanting your wings to burn and scar him. He already had enough scars. On the outside and the inside.
"You'll be okay, Y/N! You'll be okay!" He screamed. With the last bit of strength you had, you threw Dean to the wall and screamed as you finally fell towards death. Then, everything was black.

Crowley p.o.v:

I watched as Y/N died. I felt something. Guilty I guess you could say. Right at that moment I remembered what Ramiel had said to me many years ago. I remembered that he said its power is in its craftsmanship. I picked up the spear and broke it in half. I looked at Y/N. Hoping, praying to God even though it's not what I do. I was starting to give up the spark of hope I had for saving Y/N when I heard her gasp for air. I smiled slightly, feeling pleased with myself.

Y/N p.o.v:

You gasped for air. You were dead. How were you alive? You looked around in confusion. You saw Sam, Crowley, and Mary all look relieved and happy. You then turned your gaze to Dean. He looked so happy that you were alive. He was about to say something before Crowley interrupted.
"You're welcome, Y/N." Crowley grumbled. You looked at Crowley and smiled.
"Thanks." You said and then stood up.
"We better head back to the bunker." Sam suggested. Dean nodded, but was still looking at you. Crowley disappeared while Sam and Mary headed out to the impala. You started to make your towards the car, too, but Dean stopped you. Grabbing your hand and forcing you to look at him.
"Y/N, talk to me. You seem too tense. It's like you're becoming distant. But this is only with me. What's wrong and don't lie. I'm tired of it." He said. You looked down.
"I don't know. I just- I feel weird, Dean. Like I feel so- so- Ugh, I just can't describe it. When I see you with other women, I get sad or angry. When I see you hurt, I don't know, it hurts me. I- I'm sorry. Forget it." You said with a sigh. Dean shook his head.
"Do you love me?" He asked. You stared at him in shock. You wanted to say no, but you couldn't. You thought for a minute and then realized, very slowly, that you did love him.
"You love me." Dean said. It wasn't a question. You nodded. You looked down, feeling a wet substance in your eyes.
"Y/N, look at me." Dean whispered. You hesitated. Dean sighed before pulling you to his chest.
"I love you, too. I always have. I couldn't live with myself if I lost you." Dean said. You looked up at him, wiping the wetness away.
"You do?" You asked. Dean smiled and nodded. You smiled and pulled his head down. You pressed your lips softly to his warm, smooth, fanfiction lips. Both of your mouths moved in sync. It was a while before Dean had to pull away to catch his breath.
"I think we should leave now." He whispered. You chuckled and nodded.
"Yeah. Yeah, we should." You said.

A/N:

If you want I will rewrite this. I am very tired ATM and wanted this done. If this wasn't what you wanted, I will write it to your expectations.