Supernatural Imagines

"Wasted" Grace

**Revised**

This is for @Ella_Cree_Hemmings Thanks for the idea!

Imagine you get very badly hurt on a hunt and the boys call Cas to help you, but his grace is fading.

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*Your POV*

"So, this is just a routine salt and burn case?" You ask Sam again.

"Yes (Y/N), we've talked about this. We're just gonna burn the bones and be done." He sighs.

"I just have a bad feeling about this one." You say quietly.

"Listen, it's fine. Can we just get it over with now?" Dean says annoyed from the driver's seat.

"Yeah yeah, let's go." You shake your head and get out of the Impala.

"So who are we looking for?" Sam asks behind you.

"Tom Carlsen. He was murdered by his poker buddies. Now he's going after them one by one." Dean replies stepping over gravestones.

"You mean this guy?" You ask shining your flashlight over a stone.

"Yeah, that guy." Dean says, leaning against the shovel.

"Alright, then start digging." You throw yourself on the ground and watch them.

"How come you never dig?" Sam asks.

"Because I don't want to, now chop chop." You giggle. They both sigh, but start to dig regardless.

Eventually Sam hits the casket under the dirt. We all look at each other and you crawl over to them. Out of the corner of your eye, you see Tom appear behind Dean.

"Dean, behind you!" You yell as he turns around and shoots him. He disappears, but you all know it won't be for long.

You grab your gun and stand up. He shows back up behind Sam, but you quickly shoot him.

"Sam, light him up!" Dean yells. Sam rushes to get the lighter and starts to pour salt over the body. Before he can light the match, you feel yourself get thrown backwards and smack against a tree. You're head hits a branch and your back cracks loudly. The pain is so intense you start to see red.

"(Y/N)!" Someone yells in front of you, but before you can see who the ghost of Tom appears in front of you and wraps his hands around your neck. He squeezes so hard you start being lifted up. You can't breathe and blackness starts to creep in from the corners of your eyes. Before you pass out, Carlsen lights up in flames and disappears.

"(Y/N), hey, hey you're gonna be okay. Look at me." Sam lightly taps your cheek. You're so tired and all you want to do is sleep.

"Castiel! Get your ass down here!" Dean yells. You see them both looking down at you.

"I'm tired." You whisper. Sam shakes his head violently.

"No, stay awake. Stay with us, (Y/N)." You hear Sam, but his voice seems distant. You hear people talking and slightly turn your head to see Cas and Dean.

"(Y/N), Look at me." Sam turns your head back to him.

"I just want to sleep. My head hurts so bad." You reach your hand back and touch the tender part of your head. When you bring it back and look down, it's covered in blood. You're vision starts going hazy.

"No, stay awake just a little longer. You're going to be fine." Sam replies and squeezes your hand. All of a sudden, Cas appears in front of you.

"It'll be okay, (Y/N). I promise." He says while touching your forehead. As soon as he touches you everything goes back.

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You wake up to people talking next to you.

"Are you sure she'll be okay?"

"Yeah, I'm sure."

"How do you know? She hasn't woken up in three days."

"I know, but she will be fine. Just trust me. Please."

You hear a sigh and creaking of a bed as if someone was getting up. You slowly crack open your eyes and look around.

"(Y/N)?" Sam whispers next to you. Dean and Cas turn around and stare at you.

"Hello, boys." You say with a very scratchy voice.

"(Y/N)!" They all yell and hug you.

"I was so worried." Dean says next to your ear.

"I'm not going anywhere guys," You smile, "Hey Cas, thanks for saving me."

"Yeah, your welcome." He says through a tight-lipped smile. Something's off with him.

"What is it?" You ask eying Castiel. He shakes his head.

"Nothing, (Y/N)."

"Boys, can I talk to Cas alone?" You look at Sam and Dean. They both shrug and Dean mutters something about needing more beer and they both walk out of the motel room.

"Castiel, what's wrong?" You say more serious.

"I told you nothing." He answers.

"Bullshit, I can tell there's something wrong." You argue. You sit up and walk towards him. Cas sighs and turns around.

"I used the last of my grace when I saved you. I knew it would happen, but I couldn't let you get hurt." He whispers.

"Are you kidding me? You wasted your grace on me?" You spin him back around, but he won't meet your eye.

"Wasted? I didn't waste anything. I used it to save someone I love." He says growing angrier with every word.

"Love?" You whisper.

"Yes, (Y/N), love. I've loved you since you first started hunting with the boys." He looks you in the eye and you can see the sincerity behind them. Before you can stop yourself you're throwing yourself at him.

"I can't believe it. I've waited so long for this moment. I love you too, Cas." You tighten your hold around him and sigh happily.

"You do?" He breathes out. You lean back to look directly at him.

"Of course I do." He smiles and then crashes his lips on yours. It's not an intense kiss, but one that you pour every emotion into. Much to your dismay, Cas pulls away and places his forehead on yours.

"We'll figure this human thing out together right?" He asks quietly.

"Of course. You have the best human to help you."

"You can say that again." He smiles and kisses you again.