Supernatural Imagines

Imagine #4

Imagine: Arguing with Dean but it turns into a sad moment

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I leaned against the impala, covered in demon blood. Dean and I just got done on a hunt, and the demon told Dean about the deal. Tears were threatening to fall as Dean walked over. I stared at the ground, hands stuffed in my pockets. His heart was visibly pounding against his chest.

"Is it true?" He asked softly, but raised his voice. "Did you make that deal? Is that why I came back, huh?!"

"I had to," I said with a shaky voice, looking up at him. "Dean, you are all I have. I wasn't gonna let you die, not because of me."

"No, Y/N," Dean shook his head. "We're gonna fix it, alright? I'm gonna call Crowley, and he's gonna fix it!"

"We can't do anything about it," I argued. "It's done."

"How long, Y/N?" He questioned, getting fearful.

"Six months," I hesitated.

"So you were just gonna leave me and not tell me?!" He yelled.

"I did what I did because I love you, Dean!" I yelled, tears falling. "I would never leave you! I just want you to live!"

He was quiet now, noticing my tears. His face lost tension when he stepped closer to me. I sobbed quietly, fearing for my life.

"I'm sorry," I whispered, looking at him directly. "I'm so sorry."

He pulled me into an embrace, wrapping his arms around me. I cried into his shoulder, holding my arms around his neck.

"It's ok," He reassured me softly. "It'll be ok."