She's Broken (Castiel X Reader{Self-harm})

Chapter 13

Thank you guys SO MUCH for 100 votes! It means a lot to me that people are actually reading and enjoying my fanfic. I never would have thought I would be getting this much love for this book, I appreciate everyone who takes the time out of their day to read this. :)

-1st Person P.O.V.-
Reader's P.O.V.

  "Anyone want a drink?" Castiel's deep voice pulled me from the conversation me and Sam were having. He slowly stepped into the room, three cold brown bottles in his hands.

  "Yeah." Sam replied lowly, stepping towards Cas. Castiel slowly handed Sam the bottle before sending me a questionably look.

  Shrugging, I walked towards him. He handed me the cold bottle that bit at my skin.

I hope he didn't hear anything about the deal.

  "Thanks, Cas." I smiled at him, letting my eyes burn into his blue crystals. I popped the cap off of the bottle and brought the cold bottle to my lips. It's contents poured into my mouth before swallowing.

Dean's P.O.V.

I've been driving for what felt like hours, driving to a small town I know Sam wouldn't find me at. I'd occasionally glance at the blade I set in the passenger seat.

Grab it.

The thoughts that pulled me to grab the blade and kill had only gotten stronger.

Take it.

I brushed off the thoughts as best I could before stepping on the brakes lightly and turning into a small motel named Grizzly Lodge. I parked the Impala in the corner of the parking lot, though it didn't make it any less visible.

  I stepped out of the Impala, leaving the blade and striding towards the little room so I could rent a room. I pulled the door open, a small bell alerting the clerk that there's a customer.

Sure enough, a lovely blond stepped from the back room. I shot her a smile from behind her desk.

"Hello, sir." She greeted me brightly.

"Hey, I'd like a Queen bedroom." I replied, I'd normally slip in a flirty comment but I can hardly focus on anything. All my thoughts are being clouded by that mark.

  "Alrighty, here ya'go, enjoy your stay." She smiled with ease as she handed me the key to the room. I set a few twenty dollar bills on the counter to pay.

"Keep the change." I mumbled before walking out of the room, the bell ringing as I left.

  I sauntered to the Impala, opening the trunk and grabbing the duffle full of salt, weapons, holy water, and such. I slammed the trunk shut before walking towards the hotel room. Though I was stopped in my tracks by the pull of the blade.

  Take it.

  Sighing, I turned and opened the passenger door and grabbed the blade wrapped in cloth. I shut the door before locking the Impala and rushing to the rented room.

  -

  Hours seemed to pass like minutes. Hours of just staring at that blade.

  "I need a drink." I stated lowly as I proceeded to walk towards the door. I grabbed the blade, something might happen.

  You never know.

-

  It didn't take long for me to arrive at the nearest bar. It's dark inside, only lights behind the counter, by booths, and around the three worn down pool tables. I sat on one of the barstools that was isolated.

"How can I help you, sugar?" A feminine southern accent shouted over the music.

"Whiskey." I replied gruffly. She nodded with a smile on her face. The brunet proceeded to turn around and pour the whiskey into a glass. Once the glass was filled just under the brim she turned back to me and handed me the glass. I slid the required charge to her as I grabbed the cold glass.

I brought the liquid to my mouth, swallowing the fiery poison. I have what seems like an ounce of emotion left. I hardly regret leaving Sam, the bubbly feelings I had towards (Y/N) are transparent, and Castiel's death feels as if it's hardly affecting me.

  "Dean Winchester, who would of thought you'd be here." A deep voice ripped me out of my thoughts. Looking up at the dark haired man, his eyes glazed over in black.

My muscles sprung into action, I pulled the blade from the inside pocket of my jacket.

Finally.

Finally I can release this anger inside me, the pain. I can finally have a little fun with my night.

*~*~*A/N*~*~*

  I know, I know. It's really late at night but the point is I got it up.

  And I'M REALY SORRY it's a boring, slow chapter but it's really just kinda a filler as to what Castiel chose to do and where Dean decided to stay.

  Vote, comment, all that stuff, and I'll see you guys next time I update! 💩

  Question: What's your favorite season of Supernatural?