Supernatural Preferences and Imagines

I'll Wait For You- Dean

"Here's the plan: we get in, trap the demon, kill it, then get out. Do that, and we will make it home in time for pie." Dean, your boyfriend, smirked over at you. You handed him a vial of holy water.

"Don't waste it."

"Love me some pie." You looked over to Sam and rolled your eyes. You had been working with the Winchesters for about a three years; you knew the drill.

Like them, your mother died in a fire, apparently burning on the ceiling over your brother's crib. You moved around with your remaining family until your father died of a heart attack, leaving you to care for your sibling. At age sixteen, an accident happened putting you into the hospital and killing your brother. You roamed, homeless, until a man named Bobby found you. He taught you how to deal with every supernatural being out there. You didn't believe it at first, that is, until he took you on hunts. With his help and the occasional visit from the Winchesters, you were able to survive this long.

You crouched under a window, Sam and Dean left to the back of the abandoned warehouse. Your job was to be a distraction and lead the demon to the trap...

You picked the lock to the door and stepped inside.

The warehouse was dark. The few shafts of light coming from broken windows lit up the specks of dust that floated mindlessly through the open space. You wandered in further, flinching at every creak in the floorboards and every whistle of wind coming through the cracks in the wall. The darkness pressed closer until an outline of a man came into view. He had Dean's build. You mistakenly crept closer to him.

"Dean?" you called out, voice echoing down the warehouse.

"Oh, sweetheart. I'm not Dean." An eerie voice came from the man. Your eyes widened, you raised your knife, and lunged to attack him. He sidestepped.

Flicking his hand, you were launched against a wall. Your blade clattered to the ground, out of your reach. Not like it could help you anyways; the only thing that could kill a demon was the Colt— which Dean had.

He chuckled, "I expected more from you, Y/n. You being with the Winchesters, that is."

"Go to hell," you spat, wiping some blood from your nose.

"Been there, done that," he smirked, sending a kick into your ribs. You coughed as the wind was knocked out of you. You made a reach for your blade. "No, no, sweetheart." The demon reached down and grabbed your knife. He smiled once more and his eyes flickered black. "You see, I'm going to use you to draw Sam and Dean in. I can't be dead before that and I certainly can't have you lead me into that trap they are making. So, how about you scream— make it easy for yourself— and have them come up or I can torture you until you scream and then have them come up?"

You spat in his face, and tried to stand up. "Exorcizamus te-"

"-Option two it is." Once again, he flicked his wrist and a force pressed you to the wall. You grunted at the discomfort. The demon's hands roamed over your body, covered your mouth, and dragged you away.

-.-

Blades were drawn across your body, you barley managed to keep in the yells of pain. Your phone buzzed in your pocket but you couldn't answer it.

Blood dripped down from your arms, stomach, and legs. Your wounds hurt like hell. You were dizzy from the countless number of punches sent to your head and gut. Your breaths came into rasps. But you had to be silent. Silent and strong.

"I- I thought you wanted me to scream," you rasped, "and not die."

"The Winchesters will come up to find you either way. I don't care if you live or die."

You groaned, they better not. Then the demon brought out a container of salt. You grit your teeth, knowing what was coming next.

Salt was poured over your wounds and you couldn't help it anymore. All of your pain intensified— it was like someone threw you off a cliff! You let out a scream and your agony poured out.

"Y/n!" a faint voice called, you soon heard footsteps echo through the warehouse. The demon grinned.

"I have no need for you now." He stuck your knife into you stomach then prepared to sneak up on Sam and Dean.

The Winchesters broke into your room and all hell broke loose. The demon flung Sam down the stairs and went into hand and hand battle with Dean. You watched with worry and felt useless. But what could you do? Your strength waned with each drop of blood coming from your wounds.

The demon pinned Dean against the wall. He was going in for the kill and you had to do something. You picked yourself from the ground and charged at the demon, taking the blade from your stomach and plunged it into his head.

"Bitch." Then you fell backwards, gasping with the excruciating waves of pain. It was your actions that gave Sam the time to pick up the Colt and fire. You could hear Dean calling your name and he caught you in his arms.

"Hang in there, Y/n, we can get you to the hospital." Your boyfriend picked you up like a bride and started walking to the impala. "Sam! Let's go!"

"Oh, god! I'll go start the car." Sam sprinted off the exit.

"It's okay, y/n," Dean muttered, sounding like he was trying to reassure himself. He shifted you in his arms and you let out a weak cry of pain. "I'm so sorry." A tear fell from his green eyes.

With a shaking hand, you brushed it away, leaving your hand against his cheek.

"Don't go crying over me, Dean. I'm not worth it."

"You're worth it to me," he said as he gazed down at you. You could see the love and worry.

You and Dean were almost to the exit when blackness started pricking at your eyes and your pain started dulling. You relaxed into Dean's arms.

"No, no, no! Y/n, you got to hold on! Please, baby, stay with me." Dean picked up the pace.

"Dean," you whispered, "I love you."

"Y/n-"

"I'll wait for you." Your voice was barely audible and your face was deathly pale.

"I love you, y/n." More tears dripped down from his cheeks as your hand strayed and fell limply to the side. Dean stopped moving in shock and laid you down on the ground, checking for a pulse but found none. He choked out a sob, his tears falling onto your face and clearing away blood. Dean cursed under his breath, how could the plan not work? The demon was dead, but, you and Dean should be sitting at some random diner, eating pie! Dean sighed and reached into his pocket and pulled out a velvet box, he opened it to reveal a beautiful diamond ring. He was going to propose to you tonight, he loved you so much. There you were, in front of him after dying in his arms.

Dean's body shock with sobs that racked against his body, but he composed himself and managed to hold back the tears for now. He picked up your body and headed to the Impala, carrying you as if you were the most precious thing in the world.