Your Near Death Experience/Death (READ AUTHORS NOTE AT THE END FOR IMPORTANT INFO)

Dean: "I knew I shouldn't have let you come!" He tries to be angry but it's laced with worry and his voice cracks. His hands push on the wound on your stomach, desperate to stop the blood flow.

"I would've found a way to anyways." You grin and cough, blood streaming from your nose and mouth. He manages a broken grin back before he bites back an obvious sob. Your shaky hand rises and caresses his cheek, leaving a bloody hand print.

"Hey, we kicked ass today, didn't we?" A laugh bubbles in your chest but is quickly swallowed by another coughing fit, and you know by the blood you just coughed up, you don't have long. He smiles weakly and tries to lift you up but you cry in protest, so he settles on resting you on his lap.

"Yeah, we did." He lifts up his hand to look at the wound before quickly covering it again, he wraps his other arm around you protectively and kisses your forehead. Your breathing slows and your eyes flutter and before you know it he's frantically shaking you.

"Calm down, I'm not...Goin' anywhere..." You pull his head down into a sloppy kiss, when you part his breath is shaky.

"You won't. You can't leave me. What will I do without you?" His voice cracks and he buries his head into your hair, taking in the smell of your shampoo through all the metallic smell from the blood.

"Quit with the chick flick moment." You quote one of his famous lines and smile, gripping the lapels of his jacket. "You'll get along just fine. Just like you always have." You grip on him weakens and you lock eyes with him one last time.

"Bitch."

He lets out a real laugh this time and he smiles fondly at you.

"Jerk.."

The last part of that word drifts off as darkness consumes you, you hear his panicked yells and you being lifted of the floor, but you're falling. Into a deep, fuzzy, dream.

Sam: It didn't even hurt at first. Everything seemed to slow down when you locked eyes with Sam, his gigantic figure running towards you. When you looked down and saw the blade protruding from your chest, the pain flooded into your mind as you dropped to your hands and knees and coughed blood onto the cold, concrete ground. His strong arms pulled you up as he cradled you, tears falling onto your cheeks. Darkness. It's so dark. Cold. You rub your arms and shivered, looking around you saw you were back in your house. You walked into your dining room and saw the elaborate candle lit dinner and realized what was happening.

"Our first year anniversary..." You said to yourself softly as you watched Sam dramatically pull out a chair for your 'memory self'

"God, this is so cheesy!" Your memory self laughed as she allowed herself to be poured a glass of wine and served food. Sam and her shared memories and laughed until he sprang up to go get the dessert.

"I remember this..." You mumbled softly as he brought the slice of pie over to your past self. Written on the plate in red icing was "Y/N Y/L/N..." you looked over to him in confused and her jaw dropped. He was kneeling on the floor with a ring in his hand.

"Will you marry me?"

It was romantic. You had to give him that, and you felt SO guilty when you said 'I need to think about it.' That was a month ago. And now you were lying on the cold, hard ground, (A/N: Trouble, trouble!) probably dead. Most likely dead. The memory grew hazy and your eyes fluttered open and adjusted to the fluorescent lights. Fluorescent? You guys were in a abandoned warehouse, when did you-? Hospital. You turned your head to the side to see Sam hunched over and sleeping in the chair next to your bed.

"Sam?" You voice croaked and you cleared it to try it again. "Sam?" He shifted a little and he eyes fluttered open. His eyes widened and rushed over to your side, his mouth flying open to let out a stream of half completed questions until you finally reached up and held his face, your thumb running over his bottom lip, causing his eyes to slip shut as he let out a breathy sigh.

"Yes." You answered the question he asked a month back. He opened one of his eyes and frowned.

"What?"

"Yes. I'll marry you." He grinned and planted a kiss on your forehead, then your nose, then your jaw, then finally he cupped your face and kissed you on the lips.

"I love you so much." He whispered between kisses.

"I love you too."

A/N: I can't think of one for Cas right now but I'll edit it when I get back with his. Yep. When I get back. I'm going to tennis camp tomorrow, then horse riding after. That's FIVE DAYS. I won't have much time to update up there because Grandma's house=Really shitty computer and no wifi. So I'm thinking I'll update when I get back just so you guys can get some quality chapters and not me rushing. It really killed me to kill YOU in Dean's Imagine, I'm so sorry I ship you two so hard right now. But don't worry I ship you with everyone! :) XOXO! ~Cass