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The Aftermath

Part Two:

A/N: Okay so this is a very personal story and I've been writing it since I started supernatural. The things described in this story happened to me in real life. Except I didn't have a Castiel to help me. I was fifteen and the "Demon" who did it was nearly eighteen.

Pairing: CasxReader, Reader in Bobby's Daughter, Sam and Dean are her best friends.

Warnings: All kinds of trigger warnings: Scenes of sexual molestation, self harm, self hate, depression, suicide attempts, swearing, Castiel Feels

Word count: 12,195

You woke up in a large bed at the winchester's house. For a moment you wondered if it all had been a nightmare, but when you tried to sit up you were only met with a pounding headache and the pain of badly bruised ribs. As the memories flooded back you began to tremble and gasp for air. You were suddenly hyper aware of your surroundings and you noticed you had only underwear and a large shirt on, you felt very exposed. The door opened and a worried Sam walked in. When he saw that you were awake he ran towards you, causing you to scream in terror and curl up into a ball.

"Woah, woah.... Y/N, it's me." He said, stopping in his tracks and backing up a few steps.

"What's going on I heard a scream," Dean said walking in. "Y/N! You're awake!" Sam grabbed him before he could run towards you. He pulled his brother out into the hall before mumbling a question.

"Dean... she's terrified... but we can't go near her. What do we do?"

"Research," Dean started, tears forming in his eyes. "Find out how we can help her... Maybe hire a psychologist or therapist or something. We need to be there for her. She needs space but we can't ever leave her alone. I'll go make her some food, you hit the books."

While Dean was in the kitchen and Sam was on the computer, Cas was sitting outside your closed door, tears flowing freely down his face as he stared silently at the wall. Your sobs from inside the room keeping his tears fresh. Inside your room you couldn't breathe, the only word on your lips was Castiel, but the shaking and crying kept you from actually speaking. The trembling got to such an intense point that your body was practically convulsing. After what seemed like an eternity, Dean entered and slowly approached you, panic filling his eyes when he saw what a mess you were in.

"Y/N, I want to help you... I brought you food if you're hungry, what else can I do?" Dean's deep, gentle voice calming you slightly, but it wasn't quite what you needed.

"C-C-" You tried to speak, only stuttering the first syllable of his name. After several attempts you finally choked out a small "Castiel." And in an instant, he poked his head through the door and slowly walked to your bed. Dean chose this moment to leave. When he started to close the door, you shook your head violently.

"No Dean.. D-Door op-p-pen..." you said, remembering the last time a door closed leaving you alone on a room with a man. The tears flowed fresh and new, but when Cas reached out to place a gentle hand on your arm you jerked back and curled up into a tight ball. Earlier today this simple gesture would've made your heart skip a beat and your entire face glow, not make your heart stop and pump so much adrenaline into your system that your whole body was shaking.

"Y/N, you know I won't hurt you..." Cas said. The heartbreak in his voice would have been evident if you weren't currently terrified of every person near you. "You should eat something. Do you want to tell me what happened?"

"No... 'm not hungry..." You mumbled. "Cas... I'm so scared... He... and I couldn't... and-and-" Your words were cut off by another wave of terror and sobs. You were exhausted from the large amounts of adrenaline pumping through your veins on and off all day and nearing dehydration from the constant tears. "Cas... it hurts all over... I just wish I could make it all stop." You stuttered out.