Sad Supernatural Imagines :'(

I'm here now. (Dean X Daughter!Reader)

(Your mom is dead, so you call your dad, Dean, to come and get you.)
(Age 16)
Morning seem to be the hardest for you.
It was hard to get up.
Hard to want to eat.
Hard to breathe.
You were always alone.
Ever since your mother passed away, you didn't know how to live.
You knew that you couldn't end it.
That wouldn't fix anything.
As you sat alone in the dim pink light of the sunrise, you thought of a way.
It was a stupid way, but it was better than dying lonesomely in the darkness of your mothers two bedroom house.
Social services said that you could stay on your own if you had a steady job.
That the money your mom had left for you was enough to support you for a few years, as far as food and hygiene went.
But, that the bills depended on you.
That you had to depend on you.
You knew that doing so for enough time would drive you insane.
So, you did the most stupid and irresponsible thing you could think of doing.
You had to call your dad.
You and your father haven't talked since you we're around five or six.
You had his number saved on the fridge as an emergency number.
Not that he would answer if there was an emergency.
You dialed the number slowly and shakily every tap making you more and more nervous.
The phone rang once, then twice, and once more.
"Charleen?"
You gasped.
"Hello?...wait....Y/N?"
You took in a painful breath.
"Hi dad. I-uh-I need you to come get me."
Your voice cracked.
"Y/N, what's wrong? Why do you need me to come get you?"
You sniffled and let out a small sob.
"My mom is dead. I don't know what to do. I knew that she was going to have to go, but I didn't think-"
He stopped me.
"Hey, Y/N, it's fine I'm coming to get you I should be there in a few hours. Hang tight, okay?"
"Okay."
The line went dead.
Your mom was diagnosed with stage 4 lung cancer when you were very young, but she was a trooper.
She did all that she could to keep on pushing you forward, but she's gone now.
And you couldn't handle it.
You packed all of your belongings in a couple suitcases.
About three hours later there was a knock at your door.
You opened the door slowly.
As soon as you saw his face you started to cry.
"Daddy."
You sobbed as he pulled you into his chest.
"It's okay now, baby. I've got you."
You continued to cry into his chest.
"Sam, can you get her stuff?"
There was no response, but you heard someone move passed you.
You wiped your tears and looked up at Dean.
"I'm sorry, I just- I thought I was gonna be alone forever."
He nodded and led you to his car.
You leaned against it.
Soon, your Uncle Sam was walking down the driveway, rolling your suitcases behind him.
"Sam."
You said with a smile growing on your face.
You gave him a hug and kissed him on the cheek.
"Hi, Y/N."
You looked at Dean and smiled.
You got into the impala and felt....
Safer.
Much safer.
Both of the boys got in the car and shut the doors simultaneously.
"You should get some rest, darling. We are a ways from the bunker."
You cocked your head at your father.
"What's 'the bunker'? Sounds end-of-the-world-ish."
You asked.
"It's where we live, you will love it, I swear. If I remember anything about you at all, it's that I know you love books and all that crap."
You smiled softly.
A light shade of pink covered your tan cheeks.
"Yeah. I do."
The drive was filled with stories of where you've been and what's happened.
It wasn't anything that you didn't know.
You knew what your dad was.
You knew what you would soon be.
It didn't really scare you.
In a way, you were almost exited.
"Well. I guess I can't wait to get started."
Dean shot you a small smirk in the rearview mirror.
"I'm gonna teach you to be the best. I feel it in you. I hear it your voice. You have the hunters rasp, you know?"
You chuckled.
"Not quite."
Sam turned around in his seat.
He messed up your hair a bit before turning back around.
"I'm gonna take a nap. Wake me up when we get there?"
Dean smiled and nodded.
-
You were now settled into your new home, or whatever.
Letting out a quiet sigh, you and Dean collapsed onto the bed, leaning your heads against the wall behind you.
"I didn't know moving you in would be that hard. Did you really need all those hoodies? I mean they are like four sizes to big for you."
You chuckled and lifted a bottle of water to your mouth.
"What else would I sit around and cry in? What is that phrase that all woman say? The bigger the better?"
You smiled at your own joke, while Dean cringed.
"Oh, that is just gross."
He took a sip of his beer and pretended to use it as mouth wash, like he was trying to get the taste of you vulgar words out.
He gulped hard.
There was a moment of comfortable silence.
It was nice and peaceful.
"Y/N, let me ask you something."
"Go for it."
"You have a few other relatives. You've seen them more, and they are definitely more responsible than me? So, why...why did you call me?"
You pursed you lips and adjusted yourself a bit.
"I was so alone, dad. I didn't know who would understand. But, you popped into my head. For some reason when I thought of you I saw a light...a small glimmer of hope...that maybe I could fix this. Maybe you could help me. It seemed right."
A single tear fell from your eye.
You wiped it away quickly, regaining yourself.
"I lost everything that mattered to me. Mom was the only thing that kept me alive. Kept me fighting for my last breath."
Dean stayed quiet, signaling you to continue.
"When I was young, I had this horrible anxiety. The doctors told me that it was hormones and that I was just developing quickly. But, I knew...I knew it was because I missed you. I wanted you in my life so bad. Because, when shit got hard, I needed someone. I needed you. I- I still do."
You felt wetness dripping down your cheeks and onto your shirt.
"...I am so sorry. Baby, I am so sorry. Believe me. I wanted to be there for you, I really did. It's just, the thought of you or your mom being hurt , because I couldn't help visiting, gave me nightmares. I wanted to call, but I was busy with trying to find my dad, and dealing so many awful things that have happened. Things that I would never expose you to."
He saw tears slowly running down your face.
He put his arm around your shoulder and pulled you close to him.
"I dreamt about you every night. The nights that I dreamt anyways. They were never good dreams. They started out nice. It was me you and Charleen being a family, but...but it always ended bloody."
He let a tear escape his eye, but he wiped it away, eager to stay strong for you.
"I love you."
You said quietly.
"I love you too, baby."
He pushed hair out of your face.
"I'm here now. I'll never leave you."
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