Dean X Reader: Letters from the past.

Prologe: Your beginning

Your name is (Y/n) Drake. Your the daughter of Nancy Drake and Daniel Drake. You were only a year old when it happened so you don't remember anything only what your father told you. He said. (Bold is like a voice over of what happened) It was a dark and windy night. Nancy had just gotten you to settle down and fall asleep. It was around midnight and she laid you down and kissed your head "Good night my dearest (Y/n) may god guide you to sweet and peaceful dreams." She went to her and Daniels room. He was up as well and was reading a novel. He looked at her "She finally asleep?" She smiled and nodded and crawled into bed. He kissed her head "I need to go downstairs and call Matt. I need to talk to him about this novel. He wanted my response before he sends it to the publisher." Nancy sighed "Why can't you do it in the morning? Its midnight." He got out of bed "Because our morning is his night. This is the only time I can. It won't take me long. I promise." She nodded "alright." He gave her a quick kiss and went downstairs. She fell asleep and was awaken by the sound of stirring coming from the baby monitor. She got up and checked on you but then saw Daniel his was looking at you. His back toward Nancy "Don't worry dear I have her. Go back to sleep." She nodded. On her way back she decided to go downstairs and get water. But what she saw really shocked her. There on the couch was a sleeping Daniel. Her eyes widened and quickly ran upstairs. Daniel was woken by a blood curdling scream. He ran to the scream and couldn't believe what he saw. The rest was a blur he saw his wife die and flames come out of her. He grabbed you and ran out before the flames reached you two.

It's been two years now since the incident and it's now just you and your father. You two haven't truly lived in a real house for a year, your moving between scuzzy motel room to motel room. You only complained to your father once....that caused you to have a major bruise on your face for a month. Finally after you turn ten he yells he can't take it anymore and starts blaming you for your mother's death and after about three months of him constently yelling and abusing you he ends his life. 

You came home one day to an empty room and you called for your father but no answer so you check the bathroom and saw something so morbid that you can never unsee again and haunts you to this day. Your father stands in the bathroom in the shower with his arms cut from the bicep down, blood pooling in the tub and him hung from the ceiling, his face laid motionless with no life whatsoever. You turn to run and get help but stop, on the mirror written in blood was "YOU DID THIS YOUR A MONSTER." You ran and haven't stopped running since then. 

Two years. Two years you lived on your own. You stole, bribed, and cheated to get money but just enough to survive. When one day on you 13th birthday they came. You had no clue who they were or why they chased you but you know they were bad. Their eyes were pure black and you just knew they had bad intentions. As you ran you suddenly ran into a man and for some unknown reason you spilled everything to him and he listened. He didn't see you as crazy and brush you off he quickly grabbed you and put you into his car and drove. Saying he was gonna take care of you and make sure your safe. That man was John Winchester.