Trigger Warning: Self Hatred, Implied Suicide, Mentions of Self Harm.
Once back at Bobby's, you slam the door and run up to your room and lock the door. You sit on your bed and plug in your headphones to forget what happened on the way back to Bobby's.
"So, uh, y/n. Do you mind telling us what happened back in Iowa?" You go rigid as Dean asks the question you were dreading.
"The uh, vampires just hurt me bad. Nothing too serious." You say quickly. Dean scoffs and rolls his eyes.
"Why don't you just tell us and save the shitty lying. And I know you are because I lie professionally." You get angry and start breathing heavy.
"Why don't you mind your own damn business for once, Dean?"
"Dean, we really don't need to-"
"What happened back there, y/n? You ran out of our room crying, you sped out of there like a hellhound was on your trail, we called Bobby and he was damn near freaking out, hell, you even pulled a gun on us! I'm not asking again, what happened in Iowa?" You pull up your shirt and let him see the scabbed words on your stomach. Dean gasps and Sam mutters a swear word.
"This! This is what they did to me! Are you happy now?" Tears are clouding your vision and you see Dean sigh.
"Look y/n, I'm-"
"Shut up!" You yell at him as you look out the window.
