Random Imagines {Requests are OPEN!!}

Let me Help You~Dean Winchester (requested)

"Today's the five year anniversary, that's why I was so upset," I told him, pulling away. "Well, where's she buried?" He asked and I told him it was one of the graveyards around here. "Come on," he said, grabbing my hand and pulling me out to the Impala.

When we got there, I felt the emotions coming back, along with the memories. There was one other car here, one that I didn't really pay attention to.

"Show me where this friend of yours is," Dean says softly, following me though the graveyard.

I stopped up on the hill underneath the oak tree. "She always said she wanted to be buried under a tree. It seemed calming, she said," I told him with a ghost of a smile as I sat down. A slight breeze picked up as he sat down, causing us both to look around.

"Her tombstone..." he muttered, then started reading it. "Morgan, the best friend and sister anyone could ask for. Thank you for staying in our lives and supporting us no matter what. June 2, 2003-June 2, 2022."

He swallowed sadly before he hugged me again. "What was she like?" He asked and I smiled as I remembered. "Oh God... she was so crazy. She would always have something to say, the way she'd laugh was priceless because it was the only time she was ever truly happy. She didn't grow up in a very good house, her parents might as well have been dead. She didn't speak to her father after she turned 9 and her mom was straight up rude. She didn't let it stop her, though. She went after whatever she wanted after she got over the fears. No matter what she went through, she was always still positive, depending on the situation, and was always trying to help us.

"No matter what we told her, she didn't think she was amazing. She never thought anyone would be upset if anything happened to her. I knew I'd be hella upset, but I never thought I'd feel this upset about anyone who wasn't actually related. I was wrong. I took her for granted. And now she's gone."

He shook his head, saying, "You must've really cared for her." I nodded, saying, "Yeah, that's all she ever wanted, was to be cared for. She told me once that she needed someone to care for her because no one else would and she didn't have the will to do it." He sighed and said, "She sounds a lot like Sammy."

Dean and I sat and chatted about anything and everything for the next few hours, making things easier on me. I had a huge crush on him, but I couldn't do anything about it. But every time he'd smile, he'd blush.

Every time I'd do something, he'd call it cute and I'd blush. We basically acted like 13 year olds who thought they had a real relationship. Only, we weren't 13 and we weren't dating. Oh well.

"Ready Kate?" Dean asked, seeing that it was starting to get dark. I nodded and said, "I'll be back later, Morgan," k told her, standing and helping Dean up. "We'll be back," he corrected with his trademark smile and he led me away to the car.

Back at the bunker, he stayed with me for the rest of the day. "Dean, will you stay with me tonight?" I asked, not wanting to be alone. "Of course, let me get changed." I nodded and got under the covers despite it being June.

A few minutes later, after some muffled talking, Dean reappeared shirtless with just shorts on. It was all I could do not to stare. He got in with me and said, "Let me know if I get too close or something."

"Nah, you're fine," I said, moving closer to him. He smiled slightly and draped his arm over my waist. "Is this ok?" He asked and I nodded, pulling myself closer to him. "Yeah, you're fine."

Just as I was drifting off, I heard Dean say the three words that would change my life forever: "I love you."

I opened one eye and turned to see the flustered Winchester. "I love you too," I told him, winking before I rolled over again and fell asleep.

~when you find the demon~

"Die you son of a bitch, D I E!" I shouted, throwing knives at it as I chased it. I swear I never ran this fast in gym. "Katelin, wait up!" Dean yelled, struggling to keep up.

I would apologise, but I was too busy trying to keep a promise to my dead friend. Just as I caught up with it, I seen why it had stopped. For there in its path, stood Morgan.

And it scared me because hello, you're supposed to be dead. For five years now, almost six. "I got him for ya, Kate," she said, her voice sounding normal and as real as it used to.

Once I got over the initial shock, I stabbed the thing and had no mercy when I used the colt. Before I could do any serious damage, Dean was grabbing the colt from me and stopped in his tracks.

"Dean? Katelin?" Sam shouted, tearing through the brush. "Holy shit... its the girl from my vision," he muttered, staring at my friend in awe. "How... how are you here?" I asked, stepping forward and poking her shoulder lightly.

She laughed and said, "I'm here to help. And now that I've helped, I've got to go." I watched as she turned to go away but before she did, she looked over her shoulder, showing how much more her face has matured.

"Katelin, marry that boy, ok?" She said, pointing to Dean. Both of us turned bright red as she winked and disappeared. Dean caught me as I collapsed, completely in shock and awe from seeing her. But that's ok, because it makes me feel a little bit better.

"Come on, guys, who wants to go home and sleep our lives away?" Sam asked, trying to divert our attention away from the shock and sadness. "Come on cupcake," Dean said, helping me stand and kissing my forehead. "Your work for the day is done. Your friend is proud of you." Smiling, I said, "Thanks Dean. For everything. I'm glad I opened up to you about it last year."

He smiled and got into the backseat after me. "That's what happens when you let me help you. Good things come out of bad situations." I met Sam's gaze in the mirror and I laughed as he glared at Dean.

"I love you, Kate," he stated, hugging you again. "I love you too, Dean."

Aye sorry this is sad and kind of focused on my death but ayyyeee at least you've got Dean (and Sam). I hope you like it, even though you've probably already read it at this point. Hope I got the descriptions of what it would be like for you when I died and how you seen me right otherwise I sound very self centred right now.
~Poison👻