Supernatural OneShots

Don't You Dare

(A/N): This little oneshot is dedicated to my friend who is going through a bad time right now. She didn't even know I was writing this, I just decided to do it. I know you're reading this right now, and just so you know, I love you, and I'm always going to be here for you. I believe in you. You're going to get through this. Always Keep Fighting! brookemccreaa

Why am I still here? How am I still here? I'm falling apart; I can't take it anymore.

My family members are slowly disappearing, going out into oblivion, leaving me here to mourn. And I do. With each loss it's like a whole other world of pain that starts, a new level of endless torture. I haven't told my friends about any of this. I don't want them to worry about me, or worse, leave me here to tend to myself alone.

I haven't even told my boyfriend. I don't think he'd understand, I mean, he's an angel. He's never truly felt loss. I'm not sure how I'm still going. I'm standing at the edge of a cliff. My breaking point. Just one tremor could knock me over into the bottomless pit of despair. Part of me wants to jump. And as I stand here, in the bathroom, looking at my razor, most of me is screaming at myself to jump. To end it all.

My self-loathing side starts to show its ugly head, damaging my thoughts even more.  "Cas never loved you" and "He doesn't care about you" are the most destructive thoughts of today. They aren't true...right?

By this time, tears are soaking my face, and flooding the bathroom counter. Should I do it? Should I end all this pain? I miss my family; I want to be with them.

I pick up the razor, but before I can do anything, the door opens. "Brooke? What're you doing?", a familiar voice asks. I wince; I was hoping I wouldn't get caught. Well at least it's just Ally. It could've been worse.

I sniffle, "What does it look like?"

Ally looks very upset, glancing down at the razor in my shaking hands. "Brooke...you don't have to do this...", she says, her eyes pleading with me.

I reply, "Als, I'm sorry, but-" Suddenly, she's right next to me, her hand gently grabbing mine. But it was too late for me to register this gesture as comforting; my reflexes are fast and unpredictable.

I see the red line appear on her forehead before I even realized what I'd done. It goes from her eyebrow to her hairline, reminding me of what Clove did to Katniss at the 'feast'.

Her finger touches the gash, and it comes away bloody.

I stutter, dropping the razor, "Ohmy-Ally, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean it! I'm sorry!"

She says, "No, no, it's okay, I promise." She adds, taking my hand in hers, "Let's just get you down to Cas. I'm sure he can help you through this."

I ask, following her," Through what? And what about you?"

She answers with a 'shh' as she leads me down the stairs to the main room. I expected Ally to be freaking out or something by now, but she's actually pretty calm. Although, she's breathing deeper than usual.

All 3 boys are sitting around the table, discussing something about the case, but when Cas looks up, hearing our footsteps, they all stand up, concern etched on their faces.

Ally doesn't even make it to the bottom of the stairs before Dean picks her up in his arms, asking, "What happened, babygirl? You okay?"

I almost start crying again, seeing what I did to her face. When she moves her hand, it's covered in blood, and she can barely see out of one eye because of all the blood dripping down from the gash.

Dean has a terrified look in his eyes, but I know he's trying to stay calm. He was about to say something, but Ally whimpers out, clutching his shirt, "Dean...h-hospital...please...it h-hurts..." He nods, and carries her toward the garage, Sam in tow.

Cas is now in front of me, asking, "Okay, what's wrong, kitten? I can tell something isn't right." I look down at my toes, then Cas says, grabbing my hand gently, "Come with me."

He leads me up the stairs, and into our room, shutting the door for a bit of privacy. "Can you tell me...now that we're alone?", Cas asks.

I sit on the bed, and he adds, "Please baby, I want to help."

I immediately start crying again, and Cas' arms are around me in seconds, pulling me close to him. I sob, "M-my family...they...aren't...doing well...I..."

He says, petting my hair, "Shh, baby, it's okay...I understand...you don't have to talk if you don't want to..."

I just keep crying into his shirt, as he kisses my hair, and rubs my back gently.

Cas whispers, "I'm sorry baby...I just want you to know that I'm here for you if you need me...and if you don't..."

I nod, and hug his neck, whimpering, "Th-thank you..."

Cas pulls me down with him, hugging my waist, as if he never wants to let go. He rolls to the side, then says, "Hey...baby look at me..."

I look at him through my tears, and he says, cupping my face, "You're going to be okay...it's all going to be okay...we can get you through this, I promise...I love you baby..."

My face scrunches up again, tears streaming down my face at his words. I can't believe I thought he wouldn't understand. I can't believe I let myself think that he doesn't love me, that he doesn't care. Of course he does. He loves me so much that he's going to be right here with me, going through this, as well as my friends.

I kiss him gently, and say, "I love you too...I'm sorry..."

Cas smiles a little, holding me closer, saying, "There's no need to be sorry, its alright. I love you so much..." He kisses me again, and says, "And if you need to cry anymore, just pull me in here, and I'll let you cry. I'll hold you until it stops, and even after it does. I want you to be okay."

I smile, wiping my tears, and nuzzle my face in his neck. He's right; as long as I have these people in my life that love me, I'm going to be just fine.