𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐎𝐟 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐃𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥: 𝐀 𝐒𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐑𝐞𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐥

𝐔𝐧𝐚𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐓𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐒𝐤𝐢𝐧

Summary: Y/N has barely spoken since everything happened, she's barely even paid attention to the bruises and cuts left on her skin by her father. What's gonna be Sam and Dean's reaction to the state little y/n/n is in?

Author's Note: Another chapter because I'm feeling inspired and motivated to write the prequel hehe. Sorry this isn't a main book update but it's been weeks since I've actually had motivation to write properly and I love TBOTDF just as much as I do Genesis <3

This is a sorta part 2 to "Glass Door" mainly for comfort after that shit show💔I'm sorry, Y/N. Ily so much girl, you didn't deserve that.

TRIGGER WARNINGS: mentions of child abuse, labour, exploitations and abuse. mentions of underage sex, homophobic and racist slurs.

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Third Person POV
Interstate 10 - Texas
•One Week Later

Only a mere hour drive left in their journey to their main safehouse in Fredricksburg but it was a fifteen hour drive from Havenwood. Since then, Y/N has barely uttered a word. Currently sitting crossarmed with the headphones to her Walkman she stole from Dean stuffed into her ears.

She passed a finger on her black eye when a raindrop from out the window flicked in and landed on the sore area. She hissed lightly, her knuckles still sore and body still bruised. She was dressed head to toe in long sweats and a hoodie she swiped from Sam. Texas was a considerably hot state so she was sure the boys would notice and question her.

She was pissed when her father told her to pack her shit up, that they're meeting with the Winchesters in Texas. She didn't want the boys to see her in such a state. Not like this, she was embarrassed enough when F/N would punch or bitchslap her for whatever reason but this? It was fucking devastating.

She's been quiet most of the week, only coming out of her room to use the bathroom. She's hardly eaten since, not daring to make eye contact with the man who brought her life. She barely texted the boys and they noticed it, she went cold just around the time F/N unleashed hell.

And it wasn't like her father let up on the whippings. It was as though she was his personal punching bag. He, and I quote, claimed it was 'for the best' and he was gonna 'beat the gay out of her' because he 'preferred a dead daughter than a gay one'

Mind you, this is the same man that's gonna sacrifice his life and a bullet from the Colt for his daughter years to come and take a blade through his gut. Guess there was a reason he ended up in hell after that.

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Her father's truck rolled to a stop in the driveway of their safehouse. Her breath hitched when she noticed the Impala parked next to them, indicating the Winchesters were already here and inside. Y/N didn't move at first, her fingers tightening around the hem of Sam's oversized hoodie, pulling it further over her bruised knuckles.

Dean was already stepping out onto the porch before F/N had even cut the engine, grinning with his arms spread. "There's the stud!" he called out, completely oblivious, until he caught sight of her through the windshield. His smile faltered.

Because Y/N looked like absolute fucking hell.

Her normally vibrant eyes were dull and sunken in from lack of sleep and food, partially hidden by greasy strands of hair that stuck to her sweat-slicked forehead, despite Texas heat.

The bruising peeking out from under the sunglasses she had perched on her face and from under those headphones wasn't helping either, dark purple spreading down toward her jawline like spilled ink on paper.