«Supernatural». Imagines & One Shots

Imagine that when Michael from an alternate reality came to this earth, you were pregnant. *** You were the ward of the Winchester brothers, since your whole family was killed by vampires, which is why, in addition to the ward of the brothers, you also became a hunter. Dean and Sam sheltered you and took care of you, and when you got pregnant by your boyfriend, who abandoned you as soon as he found out about the future child, they surrounded you with even more care and did not allow you to hunt, so you performed the function that Bobby Singer used to do: you took calls from hunters and sent other hunters to help them, but you also occasionally went to interview witnesses of something supernatural with your brothers, and when Jack Kline appeared in the bunker, you made friends with him the very first and the guy was openly attached to you. You sometimes noticed the long looks full of love that Winchester Sr. threw at you, but you didn't attach much importance to it, sincerely considering him and Sam to be your brothers. The first time you and Archangel Michael from another world met, when he appeared in the body of Dean in the church, saved Sam and Jack and killed his "brother" Lucifer from your world. You knew that he could easily destroy all of you at the same time, so as not to interfere, but for some reason he did not do it, although he clearly despised you, it was expressed in his look and gestures. You were upset when he disappeared because you were hoping to get Dean back, hoping that he could get the upper hand over the elder archangel, that he could regain control of his body. The second time you met, when Michael, in the body of Dean Winchester, showed up at the pub where you were sitting, alone, however, since Sam decided to stay in the bunker and look for information about the case, and you thought you could find out something in the bar, you covered your stomach just in case, but he was already noticeable. The Archangel sat next to you for a couple of minutes, squinting, looked at how you were drinking a non-alcoholic cocktail, then ordered alcohol for himself, drank and grimaced, only said: "how do you drink this stuff?", and then paid with Dean's money, got up, winked at you and left the room. You jumped up and ran outside, not listening to the bartender's screams that you also needed to pay, because you were going to come back anyway. By the way, the street was completely empty. The third time you met, when Chuck's eldest son decided to make a demonstration of his powers to the people of your land. "Y/N, Y/N," Michael shook his head, stepping over the human corpses lying on the ground, and you tightened your grip on the knife you took from the now destroyed house of the witness of the case, realizing that there was nowhere else to run, Sam was sent somewhere far away personally by Michael and couldn't help you, "you're a smart girl," the archangel came closer to you and, lifting your chin, looked straight into your eyes, "why didn't you run away with your friends?" "Because you are such a trash who will crawl through everywhere and find everyone," you blurted out, expecting that now he will definitely kill you. Michael grinned and, releasing you, took a few steps back. You watched him disappear in disbelief. Did he just leave and didn't do anything to you at all? Really? *** He let you go. Allowed you to escape and thus save your unborn child, and also, of course, survive. Some time after your last meeting, you had a belated question: how did he know your name? Although, if he uses Dean's memories, then this is not surprising. Your fourth meeting took place right at the house of the witness whom you and Sam went to interview. Michael entered the room in Dean's body absolutely calmly, he didn't even have to look for you, because you were sitting on a chair in the living room, and the younger Winchester and the owner of the house went to get some thing that could help in the investigation. When you saw the newcomer, you immediately got up from your seat, moving cautiously, as you did not want to harm the child and became alert, and Michael immediately headed towards you. Hovering over you, he looked you straight in the eye without saying a word. "Did you come to kill me after all?" you asked tartly, barely suppressing a nervous laugh. Well, please come, at first this guy doesn't kill you, although he should have, because he has already had such a chance four times, and then for some reason he returns and stands still in silence. It's scary, by the way! The man didn't say anything, just gently removed a strand of hair from your face. "Dean really loves you and now he's yelling at me not to touch you," the archangel suddenly grinned, "but who said I would listen to him?" suddenly he grabbed your hand and pulled you closer to him, so that you were very close to his lips. You froze, looking into each other's eyes, you literally felt his breath on your skin. He let you go as suddenly as he grabbed you, and then his eyes suddenly flashed blue, and he just disappeared into thin air. You, being at a loss, sat back in the chair, deep in thought. Why does he come to you? Why hasn't he killed her yet? Why does he let go all the time? One continuous "why?", and there are no damn answers. In thought, you looked at your hand and was taken aback: there were finger marks on it, so you quickly lowered the sleeve of your jacket so that no one else would see them. A few minutes later Sam and the witness returned, and then you and Winchester Jr., after saying goodbye to the man, went to check the huntsman's guesses. *** You didn't think that the archangel would come again, but that's what happened. You and Sam were hunting a werewolf, and the younger hunter rented you a separate motel room because you couldn't share a room with Samuel since you were a girl. "Baby Y/N," Chuck's eldest son smiled as soon as you entered the room rented for you by Sam, and then pulled you to him with one hand, closing the door with the other. He first gently touched your lips with his own, and then greedily kissed you. "You are only mine, Y/N, mine and no one else," he whispered ecstatically in between kisses, not giving you a word to insert. Your eyes widened in surprise, and you tried to pull away and look into his face, but he wouldn't let you. Without looking up from his occupation, he pressed you against the wall and kissed you on the neck. "Wait, wait!" you blurted out, flushed and out of breath, trying to catch your breath, "what are you doing?!" you were indignant, intending to push him away and, perhaps, run away somewhere far away. "You want this, otherwise you would have pushed me away much earlier," the archangel said calmly, and then froze, squinting, "you want this, don't you?" he asked in a suspicious voice. "And you?" unexpectedly, even for yourself, you asked, looking into his eyes. Why does he even ask if he is several times stronger and can just subdue you? "Yes," he replied. Hearing how after his words you quietly exhaled "yes ...", embarrassed, Michael kissed you again, but this time even more boldly. A few minutes later he left, promising to return soon, and after that you lay on the bed for a long time and kept thinking: can the actual ruler of the Apocalypse world, who arranged it, it turns out, fall in love without memory? And if he can't, then did he deceive you? His kiss was still on your lips, and you put your hand to them, starting to smile broadly. No, you didn't think that the archangel could deceive you, because despite the fact that most of the angels that you and the Winchesters met were feathered bastards, you thought that since this is Michael from an alternate reality, it is quite possible that he could be better than his original on our earth. And then you thought that even though Michael suppressed Dean in his own body, the hunter felt everything. The color flooded your cheeks, you bit your lip so as not to cry out from the realization: although you kissed the Archangel Michael, but it turns out that Dean kissed you! And then you realized that you fell in love, fell in love with him, like a girl, sincerely and with all your soul. You covered your face with your hands because you just wanted to moan out loud from this whole situation, because he's, damn, an invader of another world, you can say, an alien on your earth. And how did you manage to fall in love with him? But, as they say, you can't order your heart and, having calmed down, you began to wait patiently for a man. The Archangel really returned a couple of hours later and told you about what you already knew, namely about his war with the Lightbearer and the victory over him, the conquest of his world and how the portal to this one opened. You listened to him attentively, but when he suddenly offered to help you conquer this world, your world, you froze, putting your hand on your stomach and unconsciously stroking it. You couldn't do that, you couldn't betray the Winchester brothers who replaced your family, you couldn't doom the world to destruction after you all stubbornly saved it over and over again. Michael seemed to sense a change in your mood, so he bent down and kissed you, and then looked straight into your eyes. "What happened, Y/N/A?" he asked softly, looking at you seriously. You couldn't bring yourself to look at him, so you looked away. You persistently saw in him not Michael, but Dean, the one with whom you saved the earth from destruction, the one who was ready to sacrifice himself for his friends and family, the one who loved you. You realized that Michael also fell in love with you, otherwise he would not have left you alive for such a long time, so you told him the pure truth: "I can't help you," you whispered softly, finally looking into his eyes, "please don't destroy the earth, just look at how beautiful it is!" you tried to convince the archangel that it would be stupid and short—sighted to destroy such a magnificent creation as the earth, "yes, perhaps people here are not perfect, but they are trying to get better, trying not to make mistakes, so give them a chance to prove that they are not bad..." you asked, taking it take your hands in yours. The Archangel instantly tensed up and seemed confused, because it suddenly seemed to you that Dean's soul peeked out from under his mask of a stern warrior of Heaven. The hunter could only look at you, but there was pride, tenderness and such love in his gaze that guilt flooded your heart. "Okay," Michael said and you shuddered in surprise, because you were thinking about something else entirely, "I'll give people a chance to prove that they're not bad," he looked at you carefully, squinting, and then squeezed your hand, still in his, "I'll give them a chance," he repeated, peering into your face, as if looking for an answer to the question "did you need it?". "Thank you..." you exhaled softly, feeling the tension that had gripped you slowly melting, giving way to a little fatigue and some kind of emptiness. The man gently kissed you on the forehead, hugging you to him and you relaxed in his arms, smiling gratefully at him and for some reason falling asleep. When you woke up the next morning, he was there and helped you cope with the toxicosis, which manifested itself mainly in the morning. He was so attentive and caring that you just wondered how the one who staged the real Apocalypse could be so affectionate? But he allowed you to understand that it is quite possible to change someone who is considered a monster for the better and, accordingly, find good qualities in him, like compassion and responsiveness, although the latter mostly applied to you, because Michael was always ready to help you. You didn't tell Sam about it, because he would have grabbed his head and most likely would have cursed at you, although this is unusual for him, but a worm of doubt was gnawing at you from the inside. *** The next time you were hunting, or rather, only Sam was hunting by and large, and you were supposed to act as bait, Michael appeared in your field of vision very unexpectedly, so Samuel immediately grabbed his gun, although after a few seconds it dawned on him that it was useless, since his enemy was an archangel. "You won't get me or this world," the younger Winchester said through his teeth, drilling his "brother" with a murderous look. "I didn't come for you," the archangel drawled mockingly, "but for her," he waved his head in your direction. Sam wanted to cover you with himself in order to somehow protect you from the enemy, but you quietly chuckled, absolutely calmly approaching the elder archangel, and he kissed you on the temple, teleporting you to the house occupied by him, in which he now lived. Sam's startled look was only to be seen. You sank into a chair, biting your lip, because a smile was climbing on your face, but still couldn't hold it back. Well, you didn't think that the hunter would find out the whole truth this way, but you had nothing against this option. "What are you thinking about?" Michael asked, coming up from behind. He put his arm around your shoulders and gently kissed the top of your head. "Just like that," you waved it off, "it doesn't matter," carefully raising your head so as not to accidentally touch the "person" standing behind you, you smiled at the archangel. He narrowed his eyes, but did not ask about anything, for which you were grateful to him. The man sat down at the table, which was full of some papers, apparently documents, and began to read them, scribble something in them, he just crumpled some sheets and threw them into the basket that stood under the table, and when there was no place, the archangel began to throw the sheets just on the floor. You looked at how Michael was working, focused and frowning, and then suddenly said quietly: "I don't want them to kill you or banish you." He heard these words, looked up at you, and then got up, came closer and sat down right in front of you on the floor. "Y/N, I will do everything in my power to stay here with you," he took your hand and kissed it, "and with him or her," he put his hand on your stomach and almost immediately a child pushed you from there, and the archangel smiled having felt it, "do you believe me?" Michael looked you straight in the eye. "Yes," you smiled too, and he wasted no time kissing you, purring something into a kiss. You felt happy and calm, so you were sure that your baby was also happy and saw how carefully Michael treated you, afraid of harming or upsetting. "I love you, Y/N," breaking the kiss, the man said. "I love you too," you whispered, covering your eyes with your hand, as the tears that came suddenly threatened to just fall like a waterfall. He seemed a little nervous, and then gently hugged you and kissed the top of your head, also whispering: "Why are you crying? It's okay, honey, it's gonna be okay.…" You just clung to him tightly, closing your eyes. After a while you fell asleep, and Michael sat for a long time and admired your serene appearance.