Supernatural Imagines and One-shots (Requests Closed)

Shattered - Gabriel

A/N: Angst, discussion of major character death

You wandered through the bunker in the dark, well familiar with its layout by now. You didn't sleep much lately, instead spending hours roaming through the rooms in your home. Occasionally you'd cook or read. Sometimes you even played one of Dean's video games. It wasn't that you didn't want to sleep. Hell, you longed for it. But in the allusive moments you managed to catch here and there were the nightmares. Horrible scenes where Gabriel screamed for you to help him as he reached toward you and you were always too late to save him.

Sometimes the two of you were surrounded by blood—covered with it, soaked in it.

A few times there had been an ocean roiling in a storm, the massive waves sucking him down into the endless black while they pushed you further and further away from him.

Once there'd been an unrelenting sun shining on an expanse of empty desert while Gabriel dug fingers into ever shifting sand as he tried to drag himself to water that was always just beyond his reach. Every time you tried to close the distance between you, you sank further into the soft ground.

It was the other dreams that you dreaded the most. The ones that you wished to avoid at all costs. The dreams that left you longing and aching for your angel. Those were the ones that brought into harsh relief just how empty your arms and your bed were. You would weep hopelessly from the reminder of what you'd lost and your already broken heart would shatter just a little bit more.

Images of you and Gabriel curled up together in a large hammock on the beach while it gently rocked in the ocean breeze, laughter dancing in the air around you while you basked in each other's love.

The two of you getting married under a starry sky in a clearing lit by torches. His wings on full display as he smiled that cheeky grin you so loved.

Gabe holding a giggling baby with his hair and your eyes while you looked on full of love for them both. And he'd turn to look at you and give you a true, genuine smile—that sincere one you didn't see nearly enough.

Those were the nights you could never get back to sleep, the wound too raw and abrasive. You knew you should try to get past it, to move on, but you couldn't. Gabe was it for you. Your soulmate. How could you possibly get over losing everything?

The boys woke to the smell of coffee and bacon and shuffled their way to the kitchen.

"Hey," Sam said in a soft voice as you passed him a mug of coffee. He kissed you on the cheek. "Thanks."

Dean wasn't nearly as amiable as his brother until he had his morning caffeine. He grunted a hello and sat at the table, giving you a small nod when you placed his mug in front of him.

He was halfway through his second cup and nearly done with his food before he spoke. "Still not sleeping?"

You glanced to him in surprise. His mouth was twisted as if he was biting back something he desperately wished to say. "I sleep," you said defensively. If it was only an hour at a time you snatched here and there, well that was none of his business.

"No, you don't." He leaned back in his chair and the corners of his mouth pulled down in a sharp frown. "You think I can't hear you when you wake up in the middle of the night? That I don't realize you pad around here at all hours like a damn ghost? This has got to stop."

"Dean." Sam's voice was tight, a warning in it as his gaze darted between the two of you.

"No, Sam. We've let her grieve. And for a lot longer than we should have. I'm tired of her moping around all the damn time."

You physically jerked from the pain caused by his words. "I'm sorry my mourning is an inconvenience for you, Winchester. I'll make sure not to bother you any further." Your voice cracked on the last words. The Winchesters might not be blood, but they were your family. The thought that they may think of you as no more than a burden made your heart ache that much more.