Supernatural BSM/DDM IMAGINES (Requests open)

Your ghost • Dean DDM

⚠️TW: this May cause trigging subjects including: Suicide, Depression, Mental abuse. Read at your own risk⚠️

You had killed yourself almost two years ago, your dad was drinking away his feelings and your uncle was researching his feelings away, you on the other hand were watching from heaven, Naomi granted you the honor of being an angel, and your first time on earth was approaching, first you had to take a test, to watch how you died and how it killed your dad and uncle inside.

You sat on the chair calmly as Naomi strapped you down so you couldn't hurt anyone during the test, slowly your vision faded and you saw your dead body,  the door was kicked in and your dad immediately fell to your body holding you close to his chest sobbing, he held you tightly while screaming for anybody to help him, your uncle immediately ran in freezing whenever he saw your body, never would he have thought this is what god meant whenever he said 'A Winchester will fall while fighting a battle'. Your dad held you close still, he looked at your uncle before lifting you up carrying you to your bed, where he laid you on your sheets and walked out to find sticks for the fire.

"You didn't try and help. Do you even feel bad or are you still worried about where you're gonna find fucking demon blood!" Your dad screamed making your uncle turn around.

"Fuck you dean! Fuck you!" He screamed before walking back to your room, your dad stormed outside repressing his feelings so he wouldn't have to deal with it. He leaned down to get a bundle of wood before breaking down crying into his hands.

You felt yourself tear up, no. You couldn't break, if you did then you wouldn't be allowed to go to earth. You watched the rest of the week unfold until the date was this morning. Your dad and uncle stood in the kitchen, your dad drinking his third beer since his ten minutes of being awake, your uncle was going in to grab his laptop

"H-how're you feeling Dean?..." Sam asked quietly looking at his brother sadly "honestly Sammy?..." your dad slurred

"I wish I couldn't feel a damn thing" he whispered before staring back at his phone, there was a picture of you and him racing to see who could finish a giant burger first, you were losing but you were both smiling.

"I'm sorry..." he whispered before grabbing the rest of the beer and walking out to the library, and that's whenever it stopped, your vision went back to heaven, Naomi was in front of you smiling "congratulations Y/f/n, you may go to earth" she said before you were flashed down behind your dad.

"Dad..." you whispered making your dad turn around quickly "w-wha...y/n!" He yelled before hugging you as tight as he could then freezing "y-you didn't vanish that t-time" he whispered resting a hand on your cheek "y-you're really here!" He yelled before hugging you yet again "I'm here..." you whispered holding onto his shirt tightly, finally happy to hug him again.

"Dad...listen..the night I...died..do you remember why I did it?" You asked looking at him as professional as you could, knowing you had to get Sam and Dean Winchester to move on from your death.

"I remember." Your dad said gulping "we were fighting and you told me you wanted to die...I was drunk and angry and I told you I waited for the day you would die- and I'm so sorry, Y/n...you don't know how much I hate myself for saying that.." he cried looking up at you cupping your cheeks again. "I know, dad.." you whispered running your hands through his hair.

"I forgive you...I regret what I did..but I need you to move on...I'm safe where I am..I swear...Castiel helps me with being an angel when he's in heaven, you need to move on..blaming yourself for my death isn't healthy..and really I'm not dead..I just...let's saaaay...faked my death" you said looking at him sadly.

"I can't...I can't do that...I need time, Bug..." he whispered making you tear up "I know dad...you can have all the time you need..." you whispered before kissing his forehead and vanishing to a road. Sam. You followed your uncle attempting to get his attention, he only blew you off.

"SAM!" You yelled throwing a rock at him hitting him in the back of his head

"WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU,GOD?!" He screamed throwing a water bottle at you, hitting you right on the chest making his stop and glare at you "what. Is. Wrong with you." He growled walking closer holding his demon blade.

"Uncle Sam it's actually me" you said grabbing his hand tightly looking up at him forcing him to look at you "y-y/n" he whispered looking at you and smiling "hi Uncle Sam..." you whispered hugging him tightly "I've missed you so much" you said kissing his cheek softly as he hugged you.

"Uncle Sammy...what would you do to get me out of heaven? Like if there was an emergency?" You asked, you weren't dumb, you knew something bad was gonna happen, you just didn't know what yet.

"I'd do anything. You know that y/n.." he whispered looking at you "good...I'm proud of you Uncle Sam...and I'm sorry I left you..but I'm proud of you, and just like grandma I'm watching you and making sure you're protected" you said hugging him before you were pulled back from earth and into heaven, where you were met with a terrifying pitch black gooey face with bright red eyes that stared at you.

"Y/n Winchester." It's voice cracked out making you wince, you leaned back more and more everytime it leaned closer "we need to have a little chat, Winchester." The pitch black goo figure said before you blacked out.