You weren't normally depressed. You hadn't been for a while. It really ended when you started staying with the Winchesters. And Dean. You had the biggest crush on him, but he still doesn't know. Anyways, you weren't normally depressed. It all started up again when you thought about your parents. The last thing your mom had said to you was'You were a mistake. My life would be a lot easier if your father would have been smart and used protection.' After that, you packed your things and snuck out in the middle of the night, leaving only a note saying
I was a mistake? Looks like youwon't need me in your life then. Fuck off asshole.
After that you went to the boys because you had called your long lost friend Sam from Stanford hoping he could have a spot open. Once you had stayed for a month, you noticed that they were always talking about hunts and demons and stupid shit like that. You caught on to what they were doing by looking at Sam's old search history on his laptop and reading all the articles. You decided to surprise them by telling them you wanted to be a hunter too. All Dean did was shrug his shoulders but Sam was not happy about the idea. Said it wasn't 'safe' enough.
Once you got back to thinking about your mom and how you heard about her death, via demon, you broke down. Yeah she was an asshole and she was abusive sometimes but she still loved you deep down inside. You looked at the old scars from previous years of self harm and thought wether or not to grab the knife. You reached for it and slit your wrists. You winced in pain, trying to keep quiet so the boys don't hear anything. Tears quietly stream from the pain of memories from your mother and the stinging pain in your wrists. It would have been 3 years that you were clean of self harm.
You put on a sweater that covered your wrists. Trying not to make any noise, you open the door and walk out to the kitchen to grab a snack. Dean was sitting in the living room watching an old western movie. He looked up at you to say hey but all he saw was blood oozing from you arms.
"Shit (y/n)! You are bleeding!" Dean said jumping up and running towards you.
"No, Dean just stay back," you said holding up your arms, only to reveal the slice wounds of your wrists.
"Oh, wh-what's wrong?"
"Oh, nothing. It's-it's nothing." You said stuttering.
"Fuck nothing. (Y/n)? Are you cutting yourself?" Dean asked with worry in his tone.
All you did was drop to your knees, nodding your head. Tears were rivers streaming down your face.
You and Dean sat and talked about your past and what had happened. He held you close and finally, he kissed you. It wasn't just a peck. It was full of love and compassion. When carried you to your room and he got in bed with you and slept with you for the rest for the night, holding you close.
Lmaoooo this a hella short.
I'm going to make a new account about teen romance. I've gotten interested in that genere. I'll keep updated with this one too💙
XoXo bitches😚
