Supernatural imagines

I'm fine

Y/n pov:
I was in my room listening to music when someone knocked on my door. "Hey y/n, can I come in?" Dean asked. "Yeah sure." You said and turned your music down a bit. Dean opened the door and came over to where I was laying down. "What's up?" I ask. "You haven't left your room in a few days. Sam and I are worried." I laughed lightly. "Don't be, I'm just fine. Been listening to music and watching stuff on Netflix." He laughed "Don't let Cas find you watching Netflix. He will binge watch whatever it is with you." I laughed "I'll keep that in mind." Dean sat on my bed and gave me a small smile. "If you ever need to talk Sam and I are here for you." I nodded. "I know, thanks dean." There was a few moments of silence before Dean got up. "Want to play a prank on Sam?" He asked and I shook my head. "I'm good Dean." He sighed and walked out. "Close the door." I say and he just leaves it open "HAVEN'T YOU PEOPLE EVER HEARD OF CLOSING THE GOD DAMN DOOR?" I yelled sang and got up and closed my door. I flopped onto my bed and laid there for a while. Just staring off into space. The truth is I've been hiding from Dean and Sam so they don't have to deal with my depression spell. It's been bad, and only getting worse. I've had no motivation to get up, my mind is screaming at me, I feel so weak and tired. Dean and Sam should just get rid of me. I sighed and curled into a ball, taking my phone from my nightstand and putting ear buds in. The fray how to save a life started to play and tears started to slip from my eyes. I felt someone put a hand on my back and I jumped. "Easy there it's just me." Sam said and I wiped under my eyes trying to hide the fact that I was crying. "What's up?" I ask and he just pulls me in for a hug. He was warm, and his arms wrapped around me so easily. "It'll be okay." He said and I mumbled "no it won't be." "Yes it will, whatever is going on we will get you through it." I shook my head. "You and Dean can't help this." Sam pulled away from the hug and looked me in the eyes. "What's wrong?" He asks and I shook my head. "I'm fine." I said again. Maybe if I say it enough I will be fine. "Clearly your not." Sam said and I sighed. "I don't want to talk about it." He sighed "please y/n tell me what's wrong." I moved so that I was curled up in a ball again, my back against the wall. "I'm depressed okay?" I said and the room was silent. No one moved, everything was silent. "That's why you haven't been coming out of your room?" He asked and I nodded. "I don't want to bother you and Dean with it." He shook his head, hair getting in his eyes. "Y/n it wouldn't bother us at all. We're here for you, and we care about you. You have to keep fighting. You can't give up, you got people that care about you and need you." I gave a small smile. "Thanks Sam." He pulled me back in for a hug. "I know it won't magically go away, but when you get like this. Come hang out with Dean and I, ask us to come do something with you. We can get up and go do something... As long as it doesn't involve clowns. " I laughed and let go, moving back to the wall. "I'll keep that in mind." Sam got up and I laid back down. "I'm gonna get some sleep." I yawn and he chucked and says "see you when you get up." And leaves.