Supernatural Imagines/Prefrences

Imagine Sam finding out about your self harming issue.

Three days, you sighed to yourself as you treaded into the lousy old bunker. Really tired of hearing the two brothers fight all the time, all because Sam killed the hell hound before Dean got to. It was all bull crap. All of it. Why couldn't they just shut up and deal with it. They needed to close the gates of hell for petes sake! Just shut up and get the job done! Yes you were paranoid, not because of the moose and squirrel. Because a week ago you gotten a phone call about your parents, your family. They were found gutted in a ditch. Slash marks to the throat and bruises covering their bodies. Only one thought came to this.

Demons.

The very word made you want to throw up. Not from sadness but from disgust. They just killed your family, and there was no reason to do so! You angrily crossed your arms biting your bottom lip to hold back a noise. They didn't know. The brothers had no idea about your 'issue'. Mumbling something under your breath you headed down the hall to your room, closing the door behind you with a loud groan. "Why can't you all just get along and get this shit over with." You scoffed sliding your jacket off, throwing it across the room. This room belonged to Kevin but he moved down the hall. Knowing the bunker gave you a weird vibe. Plus the king of hell would've been closer to you and you weren't too fond of him.

Glancing around the room you took a seat and began going through your duffle bag, looking for your gray tank top. It was your favorite shirt. 'Mum gave it to me,' You thought smiling softly, the smile faded as you saw the jagged cuts along your wrist and arm. Staring at them blankly. They didn't hurt anymore. Well they did if someone grabbed them.

"Hey (Y/N) do you--" Your bedroom door opened and Sam walked in, standing there staring. Eyes widening a tiny bit, his puppy eyes seemed to activate as he saw the scars. You pulled your arm into your chest standing up. "(Y/N)? Is that what I think it is?" He whispered taking a step towards you, reaching out and grabbing your wrist. He pulled it away from your chest skimming his fingers over the scars. "Why? What happened? You can talk to me, (Y/N).." He led you to the bed and sat down beside you.

So you explained to him what had happened to your family and the phone call. Your family was dead. Everyone. Even your sister/brother. Sam carded his fingers through your hair, "Shh..(Y/N) Dean and I are your family. Not everyone's dead." He smiled softly, the cute warm smile, "Your family. And I care about you. So does Dean."

You couldn't help but smile, resting your head against the winchesters chest. The heavy feeling in yours seemed to fade away. Replacing with a warm fuzzy feeling.