Dean Winchester Imagines

The Unknown

I've been calling and texting Dean for days. No answer. I've not been able to get an answer for days.
Sam, Bobby, Cas, they've all tried.
Until now.
*At the hospital*
"What could've happened?" I say, tears streaming down my face.
"It could've been anything." Sam says.
I look at Dean. His face is bruised up. His arms are too. Dry blood runs down his chest and face. What could be the cause of this horrendous event?
"Two minutes Sam." I say.
"What?" He replies.
"Please give me two minutes with him. Alone." I ask.
He leaves the room, no questions asked.
"Baby." I whisper. "If you can hear me, I-I just-gosh. I wish I knew what happened to you. I love you. So much. I won't leave your side, not now. Not ever. I'm here for you. For us. Please fight."
Dean's hand moves a little.
I smile. "You can hear me?" I ask.
His hand moves a little more. His index finger and ring finger moves up and down.
I cry some more, this time tears of joy.
"I'm gonna find out what happened." I whisper.