“I just saw the drabble request thing, and I am so excited for this! I think 22 and 49 would go good together if it was about the reader getting diagnosed with cancer. Kinda sad and angsty, but idk, i think you could do a really good job with this one. Love your writings by the way!!”
22: “I know you love me and all, but could you stop threatening the doctor?”
49: “Fight like hell.”
(A/N): You haven’t said with who, so I’ll choose because I’m excited. I am picking Dean Winchester because it sounds like him, I think. Hope that’s okay ;)
& Thank you for the compliment, that means so much to me!<3
Falling in love was easy, loving each other was too. Fighting for each other was too, and protecting came as if it was nothing. It began to get hard when she got sick. When Dean couldn’t fight for her. All he could do was hold her hand, be there for he. He hated being this powerless. Sam was searching for help, for anything. Dean would do anything, just for Y/n to stay alive.
“Miss Y/l/n, we are so sorry, but the cancer is spreading. We’d like to start a treatment right now.” Dean got furious, he felt angry, because why couldn’t these doctors just step up their game.
The words he spoke for the next three minutes where horrible, he threatened to kill each and every doctor in this hospital if she died. Y/n tried to calm Dean down, but he wouldn’t listen.
“Dean!” She yelled, and finally he stopped. “I know you love me and all, but could you stop threatening the doctor?” She said, taking his hand.
Dean glared at the pale doctor. “I’m sorry for that.” Y/n smiled kindly. The doctor nodded and left. Once the doctor was away, Y/n pulled Dean in a hug.
“I’m sorry, Y/n.” He sighted. “I just hate that I can’t do anything for you.” Y/n looked up and smiled.
“That’s not true. You can hold my hand. You can tell me everything will be okay.”
“Then that is what I’ll do.”
Her positive vibes didn’t last long. She soon lost her hair, he smiles became rare and she always felt sick, always had pain. It hurt Dean to see her like that. One time, he saw her break down completely. That was hard for him. Y/n wasn’t one to talk about feelings, and he wasn’t either. But then, he had to. And she had to, too.
“Dean, I’m tired. What do I do? The treatment doesn’t seem to work. Not anymore. All it does is making me sick.” She sobbed against his chest, it was the first time she had in all their time together.
“I’ll tell you what to do.” Dean said, rubbing her back. “Fight like hell.” He whispered. “You have too. Sam will find something, and if not, you fight until those crappy doctors cure you. You will have a long life. A full life. And I won’t leave you here. I’ll be there with you. I’ll hold you hand. Every day, every night.”
Y/n looked up at him. She hadn’t realized he was crying too.
“I’ll try. I’ll try and fight. But I can’t without you.” She wiped away one of his tears with her tump.
“You won’t have too. I’ll be right here.” Dean said and smiled.
“Oh, and just saying, but bald looks good on you.”