Summary: Your dad and Uncle Dean go on a hunt, leaving you at the motel. A room service guy comes into the hotel, finding you asleep on the bed in a crop top and shorts and things go extremely horrible.
Trigger Warning, Rape!!
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Info: You are 13 (Wattpad logic js go with it)
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My dad and Uncle had left an hour ago and I was getting tired. I closed the book in my hands and walked to the shower, turning it on and stepping in. I washed my hair then my body. I turned off the water and grabbed the towel off of the counter, drying my hair then wrapping my body in the large towel. I walked to the main room and grabbed a black cropped tee and some black shorts, I threw them on, texted my dad and told him I loved him good night and went to sleep.
*Authors POV.*
Y/N had fallen into a deep sleep, tossing and turning as she slept. Room service knocked on the door, no answer. "Room service!" No answer. The guy unlocked the door, opening it and walking in. His eyes swept the room, finding Y/N's sleeping body. His eyes stared at her for a bit before walking to the bed. He slowly slid the covers off of her, careful to not wake her. His breathing got heavier. He lifted her shirt just enough to see her boob, pulling himself out of his pants and jerking himself. Y/N shifted in the bed, turning on her side facing the unknown man. He paused his actions, waiting a little before lifting her shirt again, her chest now completely bare.
Y/N shot up in the bed at the feeling of cold air hitting her chest, looking around to find an exposed man standing next to her. She scrambled to the other side of the bed, pulling her shirt down. With no words spoken the man grabbed her, taking her shirt completely off. He groped her boobs, jerking himself off while doing so. "Get off of me!" She cried out, shoving the man with her hands. He didn't budge. "DAD!" She screamed, forgetting he wasn't there. Her sobs grew louder as the man stripped her of her shorts. "HELP!" She yelled out, crying harder when the man slapped her. Just as he was about to go further, Sam and Dean busted the door open.
"You fucking asshole!" Sam yelled, ripping the man off of Y/N. Dean took off his shirt and threw it to his niece before grabbing the man's arms. Y/N threw the shirt on and ran to the bathroom, locking the door. Dean brought the guy to his knees, holding his arms behind him as Sam beat his face in, not stopping. "She's fucking 13!" Sam yelled, throwing one last punch to the mans temple. The guy fell to the floor, his body unconscious. Dean drug him to an open room next door and walked back to find Sam begging his daughter to leave the bathroom. Dean shut and locked the door before walking to the bathroom door, joining Sam in his attempts to get Y/N to come out.
"Baby, please, it's ok, he's not here anymore." Sam said, his voice shaky. The lock clicked and the door opened. Y/N ran into her dads arms, holding onto his torso for dear life. "I'm so sorry dad!" She sobbed into his chest, balling his shirt in her fists. "You have absolutely no reason to be sorry sweetheart." Dean reassured her, squatting next to her and rubbed her back. "I will never let this happen again, I promise." Sam said, lifting his daughter in his arms. "Can we leave? Please dad." Y/N asked, her voice harsh from the soreness of her throat. "Of course." Sam set her down and grabbed his bag and Y/N's. "I need shorts." Y/N said, searching the room for her clothes. "Here." Sam threw her a pair of shorts from her bag.
She slipped them on before grabbing Deans bag and handing it to him. "I'm sorry." She whispered as she hugged her uncle. "Don't be sorry, you didn't ask for it." Dean kissed the top of her head, letting go of her and walking to the desk to check out. Sam grabbed Y/N's hand, holding it as they walked out. They all got into the Impala, Sam and Y/N in the back and Dean driving. Y/N cuddled into her dads chest as she fell asleep.
I'm sorry about this chapter, I just use writing as a coping skill and this is kinda something I went through recently and I just wish I had someone there to protect me from it. If you've been through anything like this, know you are not alone. If you ever need to talk to someone I am here, always.
