Dean's Pov:
It's no secret I'm broken.
That I despise my own being.
I hate my own reflection.
It's no secret that I think I'm a monster and I'll never stop thinking that about myself. That was until one night I met this amazing girl. Who lightened up my life. The first person I believed when she told me I wasn't a monster. Who helped me see the worth in myself.
She's my motivation to keep going in this cruel world.
Even when I come face to face with death like I do on a daily basis. All I can see is her. I do everything I can just to come home to her.
I slash through every bloodsucker, every demon, ghoul, ghost and any other monster that comes my way.
To see her face and hear her voice again.

Your pov:

I hate when he has to leave for a hunt. I fear for him. I'm scared that one day only Sam will walk in that door with the news that Dean didn't make it.
I pace the library floor constantly.
Trying to keep up my optimistic thoughts.

I hear the door open. I turn my attention toward it immediately.
I see Dean and relief washes over me and I run upstairs into his arms.

"I was scared you wouldn't make it,"I say quietly.

"No grave could hold my body down I'll crawl home to you," he said.

I smiled and kissed him.

This short imagine was inspired by the following video:

https://youtu.be/KP-631CM0SU

Amazing!!