Supernatural Preferences & Imagines

➸ Promises ➸ Castiel/Crowley Part 1

"Cas, you have to promise me to not give me your Grace in order to heal me when I'm hurt. Do you understand Cas?" You turn to your angel on your guy's bed you share and stare at his black haired head waiting for him to turn his head.

"I don't understand why you don't want to be healed, y/n?" Cas asks you and turns to stare into your y/e/c eyes.

"Because I trust when the world wants me to leave this God forsaken place then I shall leave." You whisper back to Cas hoping not to wake Dean and Sam in the room next to you two. "Just promise me this Castiel, please."

You have been thinking of having this conversation with Cas for awhile and this isn't going how you'd liked. You just wanted to go out with a bang not a whisper.

Cas waits a minute then nods his head and says "I promise." knowing you mean business when you call him by his full name.

"Good." You huff and lay back down on the bed to get a good rests sleep for maybe once in months. Cas was about to fly back up to heaven for more information on the oncoming war until he felt your hand on his sleeve. You tugging on Cas's trench coat sleeve was something Cas couldn't say no to.

In the end it was you and Cas sleeping in a motel bed beside Dean and Sam in another room hoping for the day you don't get injured.

➸ Years later ➸

"Cas." You gasp out as the knife plunges through your heart. You stare at his deep ocean blue eyes and fall to the ground. He quickly rushes over to you as you lay on the cold concrete ground. A deep red color start to pool around your body as you lay helplessly waiting for comfort. You know there is defiantly no way thing was a thing Dean could just sew up with a needle and a bottle of whiskey.

The human that stabbed you in the heart starts running away but Sam and Dean are outside so your not worried. Cas finally reaches you as you have labored breaths. He slowly picks you up and lays you on his lap. You head lays against his elbow and you know it's not going to be long till you're dead to world, literally.

You reach your bloody soaked hand up for Cas's cheek and turn his face toward you. His eyes sparkle with a gleam of tears in the them. Cas brings his hand up to your face and brushes your hair out of your face. You smile weakly and he brings his hand back to your face but his fingers inch towards your forehead.

"I thought if you were at least going to try to heal me you weren't doing to do your signature move." You whisper under your breath. You look up into Cas's eyes and see you left a print of your bloody hand on his cheek. "No, Castiel Baby. No healing me. You have to respect my requests." You scold him and wheeze out your breathes. You become light headed.

"We killed the dude guys we're alright to go- Y/n?" You look to the side and see Dean and Sam standing a good 10 feet away from you and Cas. You smile despite your dying in front of their eyes. You got to think about the pluses; you actually know what's there is on the other side either hell or heaven.

"Hey guys." You say to them and then you starts coughing up blood. A pint of blood later you're turning black and blue from lack of oxygen going to your organs because of not having enough blood. You feel yourself slip in and out of consciousness.

"Hey Cas Baby, I'll see you soon. I have a feeling heaven is calling my name." You start to spam and go into cardiac arrest. Your body convulses and shutters. The boys don't know what to do and start freaking out. Sometime during the cardiac arrest and the screaming you died. Not how you wanted to go out but you had to go sometime.

You stand near your not moving and going cold body. You see Cas shrivel up with tears that thunder through his body. All the boys freely cry for you and stare at your body not believing you have died.