Supernatural Preferences & Imagines

➸ Wishing For Your Angel ➸ Castiel

You are in chains bolted to a concrete wall. Static crinkles in your ears as the dim room spins. You are seeing double of everything. Two tables with two matching chairs, and two staircases leading upstairs. Your focus goes in and out while the pounding of your head makes it hard to focus in the first place. Everything begins to hurt as you start to move more.

Thoughts of your last memory surfaces, you pacing inside your apartment waiting for the Winchesters to come and take you somewhere safe before they got to you. The call you had with them explaining who they were and why they were calling you. The panic that began to set in with the pit in your stomach. The tears that poured out without you controlling yourself. It was too late, they got to you first.

"I see you're looking a little thirsty," A voice calls out from the edges of the dark room. An older looking man surfaces with wrinkles creasing around his black eyes. Blood is spread all over his clothing, flecks are on his face when closer inspected. "Would you like a sip?"

You nod your head through the dizziness, wanting a taste of water on your dry tongue. He picks up the cup from the table and brings it over to you. The closer he gets the more you salivate just thinking of the refreshing feeling you'll get. Right before the cup touches your lips he throws the cup onto the ground. The water sprays everywhere, getting a majority of your feet soaked. "You're not getting any until you tell me where the angel is hiding."

"I don't know where he is." You croak out. The chains chafe your wrists raw.

"I know you know where he is. I'm not asking for you to tell me. I'm telling you to tell me!" The demon spits at you.

Your head lulls to the side, heavy from the excursion of keeping it up. He scuffs at your response and picks up a knife from the table beside him. He takes the already bloodied knife and slices it over your collarbone. A scream bubbles up your cracked throat.

"I'm telling you I don't know!" You choke out. Tears well up in your eyes. The cut continuously bleeds out bright red blood in a burning manner.

"You're asking for it." The demon says through gritted teeth and slashes at your skin again. He cuts your right cheek.

You whimper out a cry, but don't speak up.

You pray for your angel to come and save you, but still he hasn't shown up. Losing hope you freeing cry in front of the demon, having no string to hold onto.

"Tell me," slashes your left cheek, "where is the," slashes your right shoulder, "angel." He stabs you in your lower stomach and you scream. You scream so loud you're sure heaven and hell could hear you.

You want to scream out what the demon wanted, but you didn't have the answer he wanted. Castiel was somewhere out there, and you had no clue where he was for sure. The demon would just cut you some more with repetitive your answer of not knowing.

The pain becomes to much and you can't hold yourself up anymore. You fall, but the chains hold you up. The blood flows out of your wounds and makes your skin become a crimson color red.

A whimper escapes your mouth. "Please." You whisper out to the to the black eyed man as your heart breaks more with each drop of blood that spills out of you.

The demons laughs at the sight of you and cleans the knife on your shredded up clothes. Your vision becomes blotchy with black spots doting around the edges of your eyes.

"No one is coming to save you, whore. You were just a waste of my time." He spits at you and walks back to the table. "Even if someone would come to save you, they'd be too late."

Before he reaches you with a new clean knife you both hear noises. Sounds of things being broken, people yelling, and shouting upstairs. Gunshots going off every second and people screaming. It sounds like a war is going on. Then you hear it, you hear your saviors.

"Where is the girl?" Castiel screams to the people. You have a surge of hope go through you. Even if you died today, if you see just one glimpse of your angel everything would be okay. You could die peacefully knowing he came for you and tried to save you. Dying peacefully in his arms as a final goodbye.

You scream for him, "Cas, down here! Please!" You choke over your words and your voice slowly fades. The screaming causes you to become light headed. Lifting your head up towards the stairs you begin to see in double vision.

"I guess your saving grace did come." The demon finally speaks up with a sneering tone. He walks away from the table and towards the blurry, darkening edge of your vision. He brings the knives he used on you with him.

You hear a scream and a bright light flashes from the stairs. Then you see them, more specifically him. Castiel steps into the room with all of his glory. You try to smile at him, to tell him everything is alright, but you've lost too much blood. Your eyes close on their own. You have no strength.

"Oh, y/n." Castiel whispers with a crack in his voice. He wraps his arms around you. "Y/n, please open your eyes." You try, but can't. Your hands are freed from the chains and you fall into his open arms. Tears fall into your hair as he hugs you tightly.

"Cas." You whisper out to him weakly. He chokes out a sob before slowly letting you from his embrace and laying you onto his shoulder. You open your eyes to see his glistening, ocean blue eyes staring back at you. "Everything will be alright, Castiel," You whisper to Cas and give him a smile as the black edges come closer, you're becoming weaker. "Everything will be okay."

The blackening edges collapse over your vision and you see all black. The last thing you remember is Castiel cry one more tear down his cheek for his angel.

➸ I am an actual devil, this piece was shiittt so I changed it up a little bit. I couldn't let you guys perish at this horrible ending so I'm made a little part 2. Here ya go,

You blink your heavy eyes open as a light blinds you. Your eyes quickly adjust to the scene. Long, skinny lights hang over head of you on the concrete ceiling. The room is made out of cold, hard concrete, creating a distant feeling. You lay on something hard, but soft at the same time. It was warm causing you to bury yourself deeper into it.

"I see that you're awake," A voice murmurs behind you. You quickly whip around, which was a mistake causing your head to inflame in pain. You wince at the pain, but the person behind you causes your heart ache.

"Cas?" You whisper out, not believing what you're seeing. You must be dreaming, this can't be real. The ache in your heart increases.

"It's me. How are you feeling?" He let's go of your waist and touches your face. You flinch from his gentle touch when he brushes over your healing wounds. The cut in your abdomen and shoulder burn. He pulls back him hand, but instead lightly kisses the edge of your mouth. "I'm sorry I didn't mean to hurt you."

"It's fine, I'm just glad I'm alive. I missed you," You tear up from being able to see him again not from the scabs you've cracked open, and are surly bleeding. "I've missed you so much, so much."

"I thought I was never going to see you again," Castiel's eyes wells up with tears as he wraps you up into a hug. He kisses you on the shoulder. "I've missed you."