Sad Supernatural Imagines :'(

Look at me! (Dean X Daughter!Reader)

(He beats the crap out of you after you mention Charlie. This may be triggering.)
(Part 1)
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(Age 16)
You love your dad. You really do. Now to some it seems strange.
Yes, Dean may be a bit rough around the edges, but he's still one of the best people you've ever met.
He loves you.
If you you were being completely honest with yourself, he is the only real family you've ever had.
Even with the mark, he still acts the same.
At least around you he does.
This all ran through your noodle as you watched him make breakfast for your family.
"I love you, Dean." You said as you graciously took the coffee he'd handed you.
He gave you a look. The dad look.
"Would it kill you to call me dad?" He said with a sigh as he waited for the toast to pop out.
"Nope. But, a book with the certain spells could yes kill me, dad.."
He smiled.
You couldn't tell wether it was a Castiel reference smile or a 'dad card' smile.
"Love you too, kiddo."
Your ears perked up at the mention of the nickname kiddo.
He hadn't really called you that...since Charlie.
Charlie was practically like a sister to your dad and uncle.
Thinking about her almost made you want to cry.
"You haven't called me kiddo since-"
"I know. Can we please not talk about it, (Y/N). Go get Sam and tell him the food is ready."
You rolled your eyes and sighed.
"Maybe....Maybe we should talk about it. I know that it was be hard on you, it was hard for me too. I loved Charlie."
He slammed his hand on the table.
"Yeah, I loved her too. She's fucking gone. What else is there to talk about?"
He yelled with such anger and violence that you knew that you should walk away.
But, you couldn't. You loved him to much to let that grief and horrid pain boil inside him.
"Dad, I know that isn't true. You killed people in her name, wether you like it or not, you have to let it out. For your own good." You said standing up and yelling with just as much force as he did.
"Who are you to tell me how I feel? Don't tell me what I have to, or don't have to do."
You walked up to him so that you stood, bout a foot or two away.
"I'm your daughter, Dean. I love you, and I care about your health. Mental or physical, I will always try to aid you. I'm just trying to help you the way you've helped me."
He pushed you into a wall and held his hand tightly around your throat.
You had to keep reminding yourself that it was the mark.
It's just the mark. It's not Dean.
"Maybe you should stop trying to help, and start minding your own business."
His fingers tightened even more before he let you go.
Dropping to your knees you took in painful gulps of air.
You looked up at him and he was...he was smiling.
He kicked you in the face, practically knocking out teeth.
You screamed loudly trying to wake up Sam.
He began to repeatedly kick you in the stomach making you scream and cry out.
"DAD STOP!"
He kicked you even harder.
"Please...stop...daddy...."
You began whispering your shouts, the pain was putting you to sleep.
Sam rushed in and saw Dean kicking you.
He ran to him and pushed him away from you.
"Dean! What the hell are you doing?! Your killing her!"
You started to cough up blood from the tremendous impacts from his heavy boots.
Dean didn't respond.
He started to snap back into reality. Guilt hitting him like a boot.
Ain't that a bitch.
Sam rushed to you and scooped your frail body into his massive arms.
"Sammy, I'm sleepy." You whispered.
"I know baby, but you have to stay awake. Can you stay awake for me baby girl?"
You didn't answers you were to tired to answer. He stopped mid walk and looked and your pale face.
"Oh god, please stay awake." He muttered as he pushed open the door to his room and laid you on his bed.
You groaned at the loss of his warmth.
"Can I sleep now? Sammy, I don't know how much longer I can stay awake.."
He looked like he wanted to cry.
"Are you in that much pain, baby girl?"
You nodded weakly.
"I'm so tired." You breathed out.
"Go to sleep, (Y/N). It's okay baby, you can sleep."
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750 words.