Sad Supernatural Imagines

#78 Dean - Demon

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

Y/N p.o.v:

~hours before~

You woke up in a cold sweat once again. You sat up shaking profusely. This had to be about, what, the 5th time? You gasped for air. You felt like you couldn't breathe. This reoccurring dream was eating at you. You couldn't eat. You could hardly sleep. It scared you so much that you dreaded going to bed.

~flashback to dream~

"Y/N!" Dean screamed. You felt the black smoke, the demon, taking over your body. You felt yourself smirk.
"Hello, Dean. Your girlfriend has quite a comfortable body. So nice and warm. And it's all just for me." The demon said.
'No! Get out!' You screamed. The demon chuckled.
"She's begging me to get out. I will, so don't worry. After I do one special thing." The demon said. You, the demon, picked up a knife. The demon flicked your wrist causing Dean to get flung to the wall.
"It's okay, Y/N. This isn't your fault. Just know I love you." Dean said. You wanted to cry. You wanted to scream, but you couldn't. You didn't have the strength. You felt yourself running towards the love of your life. The demon stabbed Dean. It twisted the knife and then immediately took it out.
'No!' You screamed. The demon laughed. Dean gasped. You fought to take control. You fought with everything you had. The demon growled.
"Stop!" It yelled. You ignored it and continued to fight. Finally, you took control. You felt yourself holding the demon back. You took one look at Dean and sobbed. He was on the ground, bleeding out.
"Oh, my God. I'm so-" Dean interrupted you.
"It's o-okay. It wasn't y-you. I-it wasn't y-you." He said in a stutter. You held his face in your hands.
"I love you, Dean." You cried. Dean smiled painfully.
"I l-love you, t-too." He said. Dean winced and gasped. He coughed and blood ran out of his mouth. He closed his eyes. Soon, enough Dean stopped breathing.
"Dean! Dean! No, no, no! Please, please! Dean!" You yelled. The demon laughed.
"My job here is done." It said evilly and you opened your mouth, unwillingly, and let the demon out. You didn't care at this point. Dean was gone. He was gone and never coming back.
"It's my fault. It's all my fucking fault! If I hadn't- If I hadn't been clumsy-" You couldn't finish. You pulled Dean to you. You didn't care if his blood covered you or not. It was your fault. It was your fault and your fault only. Nothing would change this. Nothing.

~dream flashback over~

You felt tears fall quietly down your cheeks.
"Y/N?" A voice gruffly called. You didn't say anything. Hoping Dean would go back to sleep.
"It was the dream again, wasn't it?" He asked. Again, you said nothing. Dean sighed and sat up. You stared at nothing, tears falling freely from your eyes.
"Y/N, it's just a dream." Dean whispered. You still couldn't answer. The dream was too real. It felt too real to be just a dream. You felt Dean wrap his arms around you and kiss your neck.
"I won't let you get turned into a demon, Y/N. Yo won't kill me. I promise." He said softly. You shook your head. You finally had the voice to say something.
"Don't promise that. You don't- Dean, you don't know if I'll turn into a demon or not. You don't know if I'll kill you. You just don't know." You said. Dean hugged you tightly to his chest.
"I do know that if you did turn into a demon and it killed me that it wasn't actually you. I would die knowing you didn't want to kill me. I would die knowing you love me. I would die and the last thing I would see would be you." Dean said. You wanted to smile. You wanted to let this go as a joke, but you knew that you couldn't. And you knew that you would turn into a demon and kill Dean. When you had a dream multiple times, it usually came true. You never told Dean that though. Didn't even tell Sam. You could be considered a psychic, but you would have to have more visions and not just while you were asleep.
"I love you, Dean." You whispered. He kissed your cheek and squeezed you reassuringly.
"I love you, too, Y/N." Dean said softly.

~now~

"Y/N!" Dean screamed. You felt the black smoke, the demon, taking over your body. You felt yourself smirk.
"Hello, Dean. Your girlfriend has quite a comfortable body. So nice and warm. And it's all just for me." The demon said.
'No! Get out!' You screamed. The demon chuckled.
"She's begging me to get out. I will, so don't worry. After I do one special thing." The demon said. You, the demon, picked up a knife. The demon flicked your wrist causing Dean to get flung to the wall.
"It's okay, Y/N. This isn't your fault. Just know I love you." Dean said. You wanted to cry. You wanted to scream, but you couldn't. You didn't have the strength. You felt yourself running towards the love of your life. The demon stabbed Dean. It twisted the knife and then immediately took it out.
'No!' You screamed. The demon laughed. Dean gasped. You fought to take control. You fought with everything you had. The demon growled.
"Stop!" It yelled. You ignored it and continued to fight. Finally, you took control. You felt yourself holding the demon back. You took one look at Dean and sobbed. He was on the ground, bleeding out.
"Oh, my God. I'm so-" Dean interrupted you.
"It's o-okay. It wasn't y-you. I-it wasn't y-you." He said in a stutter. You held his face in your hands.
"I love you, Dean." You cried. Dean smiled painfully.
"I l-love you, t-too." He said. Dean winced and gasped. He coughed and blood ran out of his mouth. He closed his eyes. Soon, enough Dean stopped breathing.
"Dean! Dean! No, no, no! Please, please! Dean!" You yelled. The demon laughed.
"My job here is done." It said evilly and you opened your mouth, unwillingly, and let the demon out. You didn't care at this point. Dean was gone. He was gone and never coming back.
"It's my fault. It's all my fucking fault! If I hadn't- If I hadn't been clumsy-" You couldn't finish. You pulled Dean to you. You didn't care if his blood covered you or not. It was your fault. It was your fault and your fault only. Nothing would change this. Nothing.
"I knew this was- I could have- Oh, God." You cried. You heard footsteps and immediately knew it was Sam.
"Y/N, it wasn't your fault. Let's burn his body. That's what he would would have wanted." He said quietly. You turned your head and glared at Sam painfully.
"I could have stopped this, Sam! I- I could have stopped this and he would still be alive!" You yelled. You held on to Dean, rocking back and forth in agony.
"Y/N." Sam said quietly. You knew what he wanted. You squeezed your eyes shut. Hoping, wishing Dean would just magically be alive again. But that didn't happen. You took a deep, stuttery breath before nodding; tears fell calmly down your cheeks.
"Okay. Okay we'll burn his body. That's what he would have wanted. It's what he would have wanted." You whispered. You sounded like you were trying to convince yourself that Dean would have wanted you and Sam to burn his body and continue to hunt; which, to be brutally honest, you were.

~at the fire or whatever~

You stared into the raging fire without any emotion. You wanted to break down and cry, but all you felt was anger. Anger and hatred for yourself and the demon who forced you to kill the love of your life.
"Y/N-" You interrupted Sam.
"I have work to do, Sam. I'm going to find that fucking demon. I'm going to find it and make it suffer. I want to make it beg. I want it to beg me for death. I want to watch it die." You said coldly. You could see Sam slightly move away from you from the corner of your eye. You turned to him without any emotion. No tears fell from your eyes and there was no trace of pain in your facial features.
"I'll see you later, Sam." You said and walked away towards your car. You got in and drove away. Away from Sam and away from the life you once had with him and Dean. You were now on your journey to find that demon and kill it. And no one was going to stop you.