Supernatural Preferences & Imagines

➸ Make A Wish ➸ Supernatural Cast

You look at the TV in your hospital room watching your favorite show, Supernatural. You have a lot of merchandise, even though you can't wear it, and support them anyway you can. You've been addicted to the show ever since it came out in 05'. You've made it till season 11 but you don't think you'll make it to see season 12. Living with brain cancer has finally started taking its toll on you.

"Mom?" You whisper as you watch Dean confess about not wanting to die to the padre. You turn your head to the side and see one of your best and only friends, your mother. She is watching the show with you, she's a hard core fan too, and is watching it intently.

"Yeah, y/n?" She turns her head from watching the show and smiles at you. I'm gonna miss that smile, you think as you watch her grab onto your pale hand. Also doing Chemo for the brain cancer also made you lose your beautiful y/h/c hair and made you paler, unhealthy looking.

"I'd like to use my wish now." You whisper out and her eyes go wide. She knew what you meant immediately. You wanted to make your wish to Make A Wish Foundation. You are already set up into the system you just haven't made your wish yet, but, now you're ready.

"And what would that be, honey?" She asks you in a tone slightly above a whisper. Her eyes are glistening with unshed tears.

"I'd like to meet the supernatural cast." You look back to the screen and know this is what you'd like to use your wish for. "I'd like to use my wish for that."

"You sure?"

"I'm sure, mom."

"Okay, I'll make the call after the show."

You nod and turn your head returning to watch Supernatural. Your mom continues to squeeze your hand as you both watch the show. You're just worried that you'll faint or have a heart attack when they come. Dying when they come to see you isn't exactly how you'd like to make a first impression.

You diminish the thoughts from your mind and focus your gaze on the TV. You got so into the show you didn't realise the hand gripping yours was gone.

➸ weeks later ➸

"Mom, do I look alright?" You ask your mother worriedly. You wipe imaginative dirt from your black jeans and pull your white muscle tank down.

"Y/n, you look fine, love!" You mother comes over to you in her blue jeans and white sweater and cups your cheek. You lean into her warm hand and she rubs your cheek with her soft thumb.

"Mom, but my hair-" Your mother cuts you off by kissing your cheek.

"Don't you dare finish that sentence, y/n. You are beautiful just the way you are, even if you don't have your hair." You mother leaves a feather like kiss on your forehead. She tucks your head into the crook of her neck. You are shorter then your mother when she is wearing her large heels, and accept the offering with a warm hug.

"Okay, mom." For a twenty two year old girl -woman- you will always have a soft spot for your mother until the day you die. Over the years your relationship has been growing into an unbreakable bond. She is your rock when you feel like you can't go on anymore and you are her rock when dad wasn't there to hold her on days the tears couldn't be held in.

"They'll love you anyway you look like." She leans back, but stays in place. She smiles down at you and you couldn't help, but smile back.

"Does my make-up look fine at least?" You ask and touch your fake eyelashes gently.

"Yes, your make-up looks fine because I did it. Wait are you calling my make-up skills horrible, y/n?" Your mother asks you with a fake gasp and brings her newly manicured hand to her mouth to cover it.