Supernatural Sister/Daughter Imagines

I Don't Want To Loose You

Part two of The boy in the leather Jacket
Warnings: Crossovers

It has been two months since you saw your brothers. You tried to keep on like nothing had ever happened, but there was a piece of you that was lost. You had an image of them being okay with it, and actually trying to meet your new family.

Maybe Castiel and Stiles meet and Stiles could teach him more of pop culture.

Scott, Issac and Dean could get close through their daddy issues. Malia, Lydia and Kira could get to know Charlie, and Kira would geek out with her. Sam and Theo would get along with their understanding of being on the wrong side sometimes. Gabriel and Liam could bond of being the outcast of the family and making your own. You and Derek could sit back and see everyone happy.

But that wasn't a reality.

Instead, the second you got back to the loft you said Two sentences to him.

"I need to go de-stress." You told him, then began to walk towards the large floor that held all the comforts of their living area.

"Where are you going?" He asked.

"To demolish the living room." You said and then began to destroy everything in anger and sadness.

It took Derek four hours to get everything back together after that.

You kept on with life, worked and still was the pack mom. Liam would stay overnight sometimes, and you had no problem. You knew it was rough at home sometimes for him. But you weren't yourself and everyone could tell. Lydia even tried getting you to smile and go look at baby clothes. You loved to look at how cute they were. But you couldn't do it. Castiel tried to get back into the loft, but you warded the hell out of it. You were mad at him and want to put that behind you.

And most of all, you just want your brothers to accept you.

***

Derek couldn't take it anymore. He missed that real smile you had that brightened the room. It hurt him to see you in pain. So he called a pack meeting at Deaton's office to get you back. As he began to get ready to leave, you saw him.

"Der?" You called and he stopped. He looked at you and gave you a soft smile.

You were wearing one of his shirts with underwear. He loved the way your body looked in it. Derek was the one who made you slightly more comfortable with yourself. "Where you going? The Bed is getting cold."

"I gotta take care of something." Derek said as he wrapped his arms around you. You inhaled his sent, it always gave you comfort. His leather jacket gave off that musk that reminded you of Dean. A soft kiss was placed on your forehead, then one on your lips. You kissed him back, and the sparks filled your body. It never lost its fireworks every time he kissed you. "I'll be back late, Get some rest babe."

Derek then left to Deaton's. Deaton was kind enough to make sure the gate was open for him to walk through. There was everyone. Scott, Stiles, Lydia, Malia, Kira, Issac, Jackson, Deaton, Chris, Ethan, Liam, Theo and even Cora and Peter.

"Well, I don't think my place was made for so many people." Deaton said with a smile. It was true, everyone was crammed in. They all looked to Derek.

"You all know why you are here." He said. "(Y/N) is not herself, and it all comes down to her other family. We need to bring her back. You all have a connection with her, so I called you all here to help me. Help her."

Everyone nodded in agreement. (Y/N) was more important to them than anyone could imagine.

"If it all came from those guys, why can't we find them and make them fix it?" Malia asked.