Supernatural Imagines

let go (Michael!Dean)

You rinse off another dish, dazing off into the backyard thinking about the things that have happened over the last few weeks.   Ever since that day, the day Dean allowed Michael to use him... let's just say you stopped caring after that day. The world seemed to carry on while you were stuck with the past, if only your numb soul could move on.The presence of another person in the room is suddenly felt and you blink your sad thoughts away before turning around.

Shocked you gasp banging yourself against the dish cupboard in awe at the man standing infront of you. "Dean" you blurt bearly above a whisper making the man tilt is head slightly to examine you. "Think again" the dominance in his voice makes you straighten up before turning to dry your shaky hands off.

"What do you want?" He can sense the hurt in your voice and somehow he has the urge to explain his plan to you. "I've- well Dean's come to say goodbye" he steps forward leaving the doorway just in time for you to spin around and bump into him. Angry now you push past him now entering the TV area, Michael who barely moved follows you not forgetting to plaster a small smirk on his face.

"JUST GO. You've hurt everyone enough". Somehow the anger you had turns into sadness. "The only person I'm hurting seems to be you at this point, poor Sammy's given up but you..." he trails off as you watch him examine a family photo on the cabinet.

"It's because I know he did it for a reason, a very good one. That's the thing about Dean...he'd sacrifice himself just so the people around him are protected." Stone cold and expressionless are the features surplayed on his face as he walks around. "He's a good suit you know." He turns to you flashing his blue angel eyes and you turn on the verge of tears. "I'm not one to say.." he stands barely a few centimeters away from you and in shock and scaredness you step back but trip mentally cursing yourself for showing such weakness. Screeching you close your eyes, only to be held with 2 hands softly holding your arms.

"He loves you, you know that right." Opening your eyes you face the man you loved to. If only it was truly him in this room. You nod, silent tears now falling freely down your cheeks. "He's only doing what he thinks is best. When I've defeated Lucifer you can get your lovely human back and I can go on." his hands stay wrapped around your arms and it makes you feel as if it were Dean. "I know...I'm just scared he won't make it" you look away as his grip loosens and soon his hands are felt no more.

"I'll be fine y/n" you look back up only to be met with the smile you fell in love with. "Dean" he smiles again before you embrace him in a hug filled with many emotions. "Where'd Michael go" burying your head into his shoulder, he sighs. "His given me time" he leans down to peck your forehead. The feeling of his warm lips stay there for sometime but this only makes your grip on him tighter. "I'll still love you, you know. I still have faith in you." His grip on you loosens and you back to look at him. Did you do something wrong? He stares at you intently before smashing his lips to yours. This kiss is filled with emotions, mostly love,passion and sadness. Sadness because time is running out and all he'd like right now is to hold your broken figure in his arms and stay like that forever.

The kiss breaks and he leans down to connect his forehead with yours. The only sound in the living room is the heavy breathing both of you supplayed. Dean closes his eyes feeling Michael slowly taking over again. He grabs your hands and intertwines it and you oblique not knowing that Michael was about to return. "It was you y/n, you're the reason I still have hope." You clench your eyes shut, wondering what he could mean.

Eventually you choke back a sob knowing Michael had changed back, he leans back but you hold onto his hands. "Y/n" he whispers feeling guilty in the moment. "Just wait" your voice breaks and he looks down somehow sad. The archangel had never expressed such sad emotions before, this was something new to him. Minutes pass and you finally open your eyes slowly letting go of the warmth his hands held. The coldness returns once your hands are pulled apart and you look up towards him again.

Using his gentle hands he cups your face making you stare up into his green eyes. He gently wipes the tears that fall from your face before a glum expression takes over him again. "Goodbye y/n" he lets go of your face though he doesn't seem to have the courage to walk away. "Just be safe ok" your weak voice fills the silence and he nods sadly. "Take care of yourself y/n" you nod as your lips begin to quiver not allowing you to speak further.

He steps back then forward again to hug you. Somehow you don't care and relax under his touch. Your breathing becomes normal again and you take the time to take in his scent, he smells of faint alcohol and honey, just the smell you like,and just like that his gone. The arms around you have gone and the person you were leaning on vanished without a trace, like they were never even there. Your shaky hands wipe the last remaining tears away. "You'll be back...I know it".