Supernatural Imagines: Book One

We're Okay

Characters: Jensen Ackles x Reader, Ella (their daughter)

Warnings: more angst than fluff

Summary: When the unthinkable happens, you have to get your family to safety above all else.

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Today was a good day. Apart from having no babysitter, you had a date night with your husband, Jensen. Your 2-year-old was allowed to watch anything she wanted while you and Jensen had a nice dinner in the dining room where you could see her. Apart from having Ella, Jensen was the best thing that has ever happened to you.

It sucked when he was away filming, but even then, he always proved that he was thinking of you and Ella. He'd randomly send flowers to your doorstep, heartwarming letters in the mail, and even sent your daughter a few things every now and then. When he was away, you two talked non-stop over the phone. It was hard enough with him not being with you all the time, so when he was, you two made the most of it.

This time, he planned a delicious dinner with some candlelight, and romantic music to go with the mood. Ella was watching SpongeBob in the other room so she was having the time of her life while you were having yours. Jensen may not be able to give you the world, but he sure as hell tries. After the lovely evening, he put Ella to bed, and you waited for him in bed.

"I have got to say, Ella went down without a problem," Jensen said once he walked into your shared room. "I think it may be the easiest time."

"Maybe it had something to do with going to the park earlier? That always tires her out," you chuckled as you set your book aside as he got into the bed.

"I hope you enjoyed today."

"Jen, you did more than enough today. It was perfect, I wouldn't want anything more," you smiled as you leaned over and kissed his lips softly. The kiss was gentle and slow but held the same amount of passion as some of your heavier kisses.

"I love you," he muttered against your lips.

"I love you. We have an early day tomorrow, we should get some sleep," you said as you pulled away. Turning off your lamp, you snuggled in the covers, Jensen following suit. Making a mental checklist in your head, you started checking off the items that needed to be done before you could succumb to the sweet slumber that is sleep.

Doors locked, check. Windows locked, check. Lights out, check. Candles all blown out... check. You fell asleep that night knowing everything was going to be okay.

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Moaning in your sleep, you turned over to your side when you smelled it. Groggily opening your eyes, you smelled something burning. Getting out of bed, you walked to the door and opened it, your eyes going wide at what you saw. Your whole house was up in flames, and by the looks of it, it was spreading upstairs quickly. Rushing over to Jensen, you shook him awake in a panic.

"Jensen! Get up! Our house is on fire!" you exclaimed. At the sound of your voice, and the burnt smell in the air, he shot out of bed.

"Ella!" he yelled before the two of you rushed out of your room and to your little girl's room. The flames haven't gotten a chance to hit her room since she was on the far side of the house. Ripping open her door, you found her sound asleep with her thumb in her mouth. Jensen was quick to rush to her, scooping her up in his arms. She immediately woke but had no idea what was going on.

"Come on, we have to go," you said as you left her room, stopping short at the wall of flames blocking your exit. The stairs were the only way to get out of the house, but they were engulfed. Behind you was only wall with no windows, so there was no way out except for one place. Coughing, you pulled your shirt over your nose before turning to face Jensen.

"We can't leave through there. We have to go through the window."

"It's a two-story house," he coughed. Ella must have realized the harshness of the situation and she started to cry, clinging to her father's neck.

"I realize that," you snapped as you walked over to her window. Opening it up, you shoved the curtains out of the way before sticking your head out and looking down. It was a straight drop from her window to the ground, but a sprained ankle was better than losing your life.

"We have to jump. One of us will have to catch her," you coughed some more as the flames peeked around the corner. Jensen looked at it before nodding in agreement.

"Go first, I'm right behind you," he declared. Staring into his eyes, you gave him a quick kiss before taking a deep breath. Slowly exiting the window, you stepped on the barely there ledge before jumping down. Landing on the ground, your ankle twisted from impact, but you pushed that pain to the side. Right now, you had to catch your daughter.

"Okay! I'm ready!" you called up to him. Neighbors started coming out of their houses to see what was going on. Right now, you didn't have any time to call the fire department, but you were sure someone else already did.

"Ella, Mommy's going to catch you, alright? Just close your eyes, sweetheart," he coughed, shielding his daughter away from the smoke as best as he could.

"Daddy!" she cried, trying to cling to him.

"Ella, Mommy's going to catch you. You're going to be okay," he said mostly for himself as he got ready to throw her. As soon as he saw an opening, he sent a quick prayer before throwing his daughter out the window. Ella screamed and cried, but you wouldn't let her fall down. Jensen watched with anxious eyes as you ran to her, catching her in your arms. Stumbling a bit, you caught your footing and tried to soothe your daughter.

"It's okay, baby girl, Mommy's here," you said as you rubbed her back. She screamed and cried, not from pain, but from fear. Jensen was quick to leave the window, jumping to the ground. Having able to do some of his own stunts, he landed gracefully before heading over to you.

"We're okay," he whispered. Now that the adrenaline was over, you started to cry, and Jensen brought you into his arms. "We're okay." The faint sound of sirens could be heard as you three huddled together.