Supernatural Imagines

65. Guardian Angel (Dean x Reader)

Okay, so recently I've been getting a lot of requests for a lot of different kinds of chapters, and I promise that all of these requests will be fulfilled, but currently I'm on vacation and with family, so updates will be slower than usual. (update - no longer on vacation, just getting over sickness)

I'm very excited for this chapter, and it was requested by - madrose4234 - Thank you so much for requesting, and I hope you enjoy!

Now, let's stop rambling, and get started!

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imagine being an angel looking over the Winchesters

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You looked into what a normal person would see as a mirror. But it looked not like a mirror to you, but a window. It showed you all over the heavens, and with a simple command you could see anywhere in the world you desired. Most of the time, you were looking over the Winchesters. 

You were instructed by Cas to watch the boys at all times, mainly because he was trying to help God with Lucifer. Cas cautioned the boys not to go anywhere on a case. They were to stay put, and wait. If anyone knew anything about the Winchesters, they would know they hate waiting.

But in this case, it wasn't that hard. Sam had been injured, and was currently trying to heal. The healing process was promptly being aided by red bull, and Ibuprofen. Dean was currently feeling guilty about Sam's injury, and was taking the same drug that Sam was.

You stared at the mirror, and felt guilty. Although you had been told by Cas many times to never interfere you wanted to. You'd met the boys of course, but you were never the 'angel of their eye'. So, everyday you sat, staring at the boys through the mirror, following Cas' instructions. Do not interfere. Tell Cas when the boys were in trouble, and unwilling to call for his help.

You bit your lip and looked around. You could go down and talk to them. Do something to help. Ever since you accidentally wrecked Cas' car, he'd made you sit and do nothing. Which in turn made you feel useless.

Taking a deep breath, you shut your eyes, and suddenly you were standing in the middle of the bunker. The place you knew probably better than Sam and Dean combined.

"Y/N?" Sam asked confused. His arm was in a sling, and he was kicked back in a chair. Dean with empty beer bottles, and old glasses, that held whiskey at one point.

Trash littered the entire bunker, and there was a faint odor that you couldn't place.

"What the hell," you state. Sam looked around and cringed, Dean just sighed and took another sip of whiskey.

"This," you wrinkled your nose in disgust as you picked up a random shirt sitting on the coffee table,"is not a healthy way to live," Dean chuckled lightly at this.

"Our entire lives have been an unhealthy way to live," and another sip of whiskey. You sighed, and brushed a piece of hair from your face. Immediately you went to start cleaning.

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It had been a 3 day job. The first had consisted of you gathering all the dirty clothes in the laundry room, putting all the dirty dishes in the sink, and throwing away the random trash. The second consisted of actually washing the dirty clothes (+ sheets), the dishes, and taking out the trash. The third was just dusting, mopping, wiping, and picking up. By the end, you felt like you had accomplished something great.

The boys had been little help, Dean was mainly drinking and sleeping, and Sam tried to help, but you sent him away for fear of hurting his arm even worse (He'd refused to let you heal him despite your many attempts).

It was late at night by the time you finished cleaning. Every day you'd been leaving early for the fear of the angels, and especially Cas noting your absence. But, tonight had been different. You knew no angels would notice, as Cas was too busy, and no other angels cared for you particularly.

You sat on the couch, and looked around at your hard work. That was when you heard a yelling. Panicked, you jumped up and ran to the source. It was coming from inside Dean's room, and you feared to enter. But, biting your lip, you eased open the door, and peeked in. Dean was squirming around on his bed. His entire body was soaked in sweat, and he looked as if he was fighting something. Nightmares.

You hurried to his bedside, and grabbed his hand.

"Dean," you said forcefully, placing your other hand on his shoulder. He woke startled.

"Y/N?" he breathed out, out of breath from his mental fight. You smiled softly,

"Yeah, it's okay Dean, it was just a bad dream," you hugged him, and he rested his head on your shoulder. Placing one of your hands behind his head, just at the base of his neck. You sent a happy thought into his head, allowing him to immediately fall asleep, looking instantly more at peace.

You sat in the chair in his room for the rest of the night.

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Heyy! I'm back!

I know it's been like a month since I've updated and I'm sorry, but I've been sort of busy. I know you guys don't care, so I won't go into detail.

I am really happy to finally be getting this chapter up, as I have a lot of writing to do in a short amount of time. I start school on the 11th, and as a freshman this is going to be a busy year. I am doing a lot, and writing will be one of my priorities, but hopefully you all can understand that my education comes first!

It's literally 3:43 am and I can't sleep. I start school in 2 days. I'm dead.

Anyways! I hope you all enjoyed this chapter! Please comment, vote, and share!

remember to always keep fighting because you are not alone,

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