Supernatural X Reader Imagines

Castiel X Depressed!Reader

Warnings:
cutting, triggering, descriptive cutting

DO NOT READ IF EASILY TRIGGERED! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!

"YOU ARE NOT GOING ON THIS HUNT! THATS FINAL!" Dean screamed at you as you stormed out of the library and ran up to what you called your room.

After a little bit of thinking-and a bit of crying, you made your way to the bathroom and locked the door. You took the nearest razor you could find, and rolled up your left sleeve, your wrist full of cuts. You slid the razor horizontally across, stifling a scream before the pain became pleasurable, and left about 4 or 5 cuts on your arm before you were finally satisfied.

You washed the blood and the razor, making sure any proof that you had cut had not been seen. You rolled down your sleeve, then made your way to your room and flopped on the bed. You lie for about an hour or so before you finally decide to go down to the library and pretend everything was ok. You feel your cheeks flush red at the sight of Castiel, your crush, sitting and reading a book.

He raised his electric blue eyes to look up from his book and drew his attention to you.

"Hello, ______." He smiled slightly.

"Hey, Cas." you say nonchalantly, smiling back at him.

You sat down and pretended to fiddle with your phone, looking up at Cas every so often. You quietly snap a picture of the adorable angel reading his book and smile to yourself. When Cas was around, your constant sadness seemed to fade away. Everything about him was so perfect.

After a lot of thinking about Cas, you drifted off. The boys left you on the couch you were sleeping on, how thoughtful. Castiel finally closed his book and noticed you sleeping, and decided to carry you to your room. It was night, and he assumed you were not comfortable in your clothes, so he decided to dress you in some more sleep-appropriate clothes. Whilst taking off your shirt, he noticed something on your left wrist, and gaped in horror at the sight. He quickly threw a long shirt on you, then shook you awake, both terror and rage electrifying his eyes-more then they already were.

When you opened your eyes at first, you were happy the first thing you saw was Cas, but then you saw the look in his eyes and became afraid. Had Castiel decided to play God again? But it was way worse than that.

"WHAT IS THIS?!" Castiel whisper yelled-as to not wake Sam and Dean-and showed you your own cut up wrist.

You tried to choke out words, but none would come out.

"I-It's...uh...um" was all you could muster.

"Why?" Was his response.

You broke into tears and he took you into his embrace as he tried to comfort you. He rubbed your back as you cried into his chest and he whispered into your ear, telling you it was going to be ok, and that he wasn't angry, just sad.

When you finally stop crying, you explain to him all the times you had cut, watching his face contort into a deeper frown with each sentence you complete.

When you finish, he pulls you into another tight hug and apologizes over and over.

"It's ok Cas, it's not your fault." You were the one trying to calm him now.

"No it's not, I should've been there to stop you . I apologize." He looked up at you with puppy eyes.

"Aww. How can I say no to a little puppy like you?" You smile and ruffle his hair, playing along to make him feel better.

"I believe it is time for rest." He says, and stands up to make his way to the door.

Before he could twist the handle, you call his name.

"Cas?"

He turns around, "Yes?"

"Can you stay with me tonight?" you ask as you curl your bottom lip, forming a playful frown.

"Of course." He smiles, and starts taking off his clothes, and you feel the heat in your cheeks rise, then you realize you're in your underwear and one of Cas' oversized shirts that he seldom wore.

"Cas, why am I in undies and your shirt?" You question, not that you're complaining or anything.

"You looked quite uncomfortable in that long sleeve and those black jeans, so I wanted to make sure you slept comfortably." He says, climing into bed next to you and embracing you in his arms. You bury your face into his chest and he kisses the top of your head.

"Good night, ______." He whispers in your ear as you feel yourself begin to drift off.

"Goodnight, Cas." You mumble, about to fall into slumber.

Before you drift off, you hear him say

"I love you."

And you drift off into a dreamless sleep, knowing you are well protected.