Matchmaking (DeanXReader) part 4.

You listened to Cas for what seemed like forever, asking questions every once a while.
"So vampires actually exist? And there's hell? And Dean was in hell and then he came back?" He nodded reassuringly; "wow" was the only word that came to your mind.
Dean finally came out of the shower, his hair messy and damp, and he smiled at you.
"What the hell did you do in there for that long?" you asked,
"You try showering when you're wounded" he mumbled and you laughed.
You noticed he wasn't wearing a shirt, "You should really stop walking half naked all the time" you said to him.
He sat on the couch, squeezing between you and Cas, "You don't mean that" he smirked.
"So, Cas, back to business, you were saying something about an insane angel and his plan?"
"Fairies, Michael found a way to communicate with them, he told them he'd put the world in order – "
"Don't tell me, half of the population is going to die" Dean sighs heavily.
"Three quarters – If Michael gets out, Lucifer follows, and they'll have their fight -" Cas stutters slightly when he sees your face, "Are you alright?" He asks, you shake your head, "Did you just say that three quarters of the population are going to die?"
"Yes, he did. Do you have anything to eat?"  Dean was only a few inches away from your face, and you didn't know if you wanted to slap him, or kiss him.
You were silent and He turned to Castiel with a sigh, "Alright, how do we stop it then?"
"We don't" Castiel said.
"What do you mean 'we don't'?" He asks,
"We don't, we can't do anything" Castiel seemed horribly calm.
"There must be something you can do, you're an angel!" you shouted at Castiel.
Dean noticed you started shaking, he wrapped his arm around you and pressed your head to his chest, "We can't always save the world –"
"you're not helping" you sob into his chest, "alright then," he says "It's going to be fine, ok? We'll find a way to stop it – oh don't cry – " he caught Cas staring at you, "She's going to be fine, you can go, we'll talk about it later, wait, why does Michael need or bloodline going?" he asked silently.
"Michael had a backup plan; a war machine made of his own blood and the strongest weapons made by god, all combined into an angel-looking creature – and as you already know all angels need vessels, and since you were his vessel, your child is the best, and only vessel for his weapon" The angel said.
"So all we have to do for him plan not to work is not – uh – have a child?"
"It's not that simple, he's an archangel, and when he gets out he could torture you, or just –"
"no need to go into details, how much time do we have before Michael gets out of the cage?"
"A week, I suppose, more or less" The angel said before disappearing.

You cried for fifteen minutes at least - because you were afraid, and because you didn't want Dean to let go of you.
"I love you – you know I love you and everything is going to be fine," he whispered gently again and again until you stopped crying.
You felt different with him, and even if you knew nothing was going to be fine, you felt safe in his arms.
"I love you too" you kissed him gently, and he smiled, not that self-satisfied smile, but a genuine smile.
"No, seriously, do you have anything to eat? I'm starving!"
You laughed a little, "I have pie-" you didn't even finish the sentence when he kissed you again.