Sad Supernatural Imagines :'(

Look at me! (Part 2)

"Damn it, Dean!"  Sam screamed as he threw a chair into the wall.
The chair shattered.
Dean ran into the room and almost gagged at the very sight of you.
You were so dead, but that just wasn't the case.
You were alive.
Your lips were a pale blue.
The bags under your eyes had gone dark purple.
"Oh god...(Y/N)."
Your father muttered as he tried to take a step toward you.
Sam pushed him back through the doorway.
"You did this to her. You don't get to be sorry. You don't get to feel bad, Dean!"
Sam screamed.
"She's my daughter!" Dean yelled back.
"She's your punching bag!"
Dean didn't say anything.
He just looked at the spot on the floor where you had been doubled over spewing blood from your mouth.
Guilt was beginning to suffocate him.
"I didn't mean to. I just..I flipped. I want her to be okay, Sam. Is she okay?"
Sam nodded, Dean sighed in relief, grabbing g his chest.
"We have to get that...thing...off of you, ya hear me? This can't ever happen again. Never again." Sam said walking back into his room.
He shut the door and locked it.
Dean pounded on the door.
He slowed is hitting and just slowly smacked the door as he cried.
"Dean? Do you know what the worst part of this is? she'll forgive you. She'll love you and try to forget this ever happened. That's how good she is. You fucked that up, Dean."
Dean laid his back against the door and cried .
Tears burned down his cheek.
Meanwhile you began to wake up.
You sat up and looked straight forward.
You wondered what you were doing in Sam's room.
You turned to look at your uncle.
He looked flamed with rage.
Suddenly the memories flooded back to you.
The chocking.
The kicking.
"Oh god..."
You said quietly as you began to cry loudly.
Sam ran to you and hugged you gently.
Making sure not to injure you any further.
He kissed your shoulder repeatedly as you cried into his neck.
"It's okay."
You shook your head vigorously.
"No it not. It's not okay. My father almost choked me to death! I can't even begin to imagine what else he's capable of. How can I even look him in the eyes anymore, Sammy?" You said loudly.
Tears burning your cheeks leaving red marks going down your face.
It felt like acid.
You pushed Sam away and curled yourself into a ball.
Dean finally was able to break into the room.
"I can't stay here." You said to yourself.
"Where will you go? I'm sorry that I hurt you, baby. I will never forgive myself. I'm so fucking sorry."
He was speaking to you.
Yet he wasn't looking you in the eye.
"Dad, I forgive you."
He looked up, finally giving you eye contact.
His face was red from crying.
"No. You don't. You want to leave." You closed your eyes hard trying to force your screams down your throat.
"Daddy, look me in the eyes and tell me that I'm safe here."
He looked at the ground and didn't respond.
"Look at me, dad. Tell the that you be able to protect me with that tramp stamp on your arm. Look at me, dad."
He continued to look at the ground.
"LOOK AT ME!"
He finally looked up.
"Look me in the eyes and tell me that it's gonna be okay."
He walked closer to you.
"I can't promise you that. But, you are still my baby girl. My daughter. And until the day that that ceases to be the truth I am your protection. I love you, munchkin. I need you right now."
You re thought your decision.
"Okay."
"Okay?" Sam asked breaking his silence.
"Yes, okay. I'll stay. I will stay, because I love you more that's anything in the world. But, I can't trust you. I just can't." You said switching your attention to Dean.
"I understand. Can I?"
He said opening his arms.
"Yeah." You said quietly.
He wrapped you in his arms.
You couldn't even force yourself to hold him back.
"I love you, dad. We can fix this."
You finally wrapped your arms around him.
"I love you too, kiddo."
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