Requested by @chocolate_lover02. Don't know if this is what you asked for, but I tried.
TRIGGER WARNING: Attempted suicide.
Don't commit suicide. If you're ever having a hard time, you can talk to me. Or, if you're feeling suicidal, call a helpline. You're a lot more important than you think.
Life was hard. Growing up as a hunter's daughter did not have its perks. For one, you were never allowed to go out (thanks to all the dangers in the world that would want to hurt you). And because of that, you made no friends. You tried to at school, but everyone you talked to gave up trying to invite you places. They tried being friends, they invited you to so many things, but Sam never let you go. Therefore, you had no friends.
It sucked, it really did. It made you depressed, being locked up in the bunker. Sometimes you thought it would be easier to just go. Just rid the world of you. You always thought you were a waste of space.
Not that you would ever tell Sam or Dean. They had too much going on to worry about your dumb, teenage girl problems.
You were sitting in the bunker library with your dad and uncle, and with those thoughts running through your mind, you decided that tonight's the night.
"I'm going to bed," you announced, standing out of your chair. "See you guys in the morning.
You gave your dad a kiss on the cheek and hugged Dean goodnight.
"What do you mean?" Dean asked. "It's 7:30."
Crap.
"Well, yeah, but I have a headache, so I'm gonna just sleep it off."
"Goodnight." Sam and Dean said in unison.
"Goodnight," you said, the walked out of the room.
But before you did, you turned around and vaguely said, "I love you guys."
You left the library and went to the bathroom nearest your bedroom. You opened up the medicine cabinet and grabbed both painkillers and sleeping pills.
Everyone had trouble sleeping every once in a while, because of all the crap you guys went through, so the sleeping pills were there just in case.
You took the bottles back to your bedroom and opened up the painkillers. There was only one pill left.
Great.
You put that aside and opened the sleeping pills. It was almost filled.
Perfect, you thought.
Then you swallowed one pill. Then another. And another. And you kept taking them until you felt yourself blacking out.
Meanwhile, in the library, Dean was thinking back to when you told them you loved them.
You never said that. Not unless they were going on a hunt that could possibly kill them.
"Dude, does something seem off about Y/N to you?"
Sam shrugged. "Why? What do you think is wrong?"
"I don't know. She just seemed sadder than usual. And she never says, 'I love you' unless someone could possibly die."
Sam instantly got worried. "What are you saying?"
"I'm saying, maybe we should check up on her. Make sure she got to bed okay."
So, Sam and Dean went to your room, Sam in the lead.
He opened your door and looked to the side, and what he saw scarred him for life.
His baby girl was lying unconscious on the floor, next to a spilled bottle of pills.
He immediately ran to your body and held you in his lap, tears rolling down his cheeks. He stuck his fingers down your throat, trying to make you throw up the pills.
You threw them up and woke up, coughing. As soon as you did, Sam held you tight to his chest, rocking you back and forth. You, Sam, and Dean were all crying now.
"Why?" Sam asked. "Why would you do this to yourself? Why didn't you talk to me?"
You shrugged. You couldn't speak, you were shaking from crying so hard.
You finally calmed down and answered, "Sometimes I just hate my life. I hate myself."
"You should've talked to someone," Dean said. "You could've died, Y/N! If we didn't find you in time, you would've been dead! Did you even think about us? About how we would've felt?"
"Dean," Sam said, sternly.
You shook your head. You weren't thinking about them. You weren't thinking at all. You were just so tired of living the life you did. You told them this.
"You don't have to live the way we do, baby," Sam said. "Who's stopping you?"
"You are!" You cried. "No one wants to be my friend cause you won't let me go anywhere!"
"I would let you go places if your friends decided to go somewhere safe."
"Dad!"
"I'm sorry," he kissed the top of your head. "I won't stop you anymore, but please never do this again. I can't handle losing my baby girl."
"I'm sorry, Daddy. I love you."
"I love you, too."
A/N: So it's been a while. This got requested a while ago, and it took a while to write it. I'm sorry for such a long wait. Right now, I have a preference and another imagine in the process. I want to promise that I will update more, but that would be a promise broken. I just want to let you k ow that I'm trying, I really am. Thanks for sticking with me.
