Sad Supernatural Imagines

#61 Dean - Part 1: I Don't Love You

Y/N p.o.v:

You saw Dean on the bunker couch asleep. You have always liked Dean. The color of his eyes, his disheveled hair when he first wakes up, the way his voice is gruff. You loved the way he cared for others and how he would do anything to keep them safe. Even if it meant giving up his own life, although you thought was very stupid and ridiculous, you would do the exact same. You walked over to Dean and pressed your lips softly to his cheek. You didn't think he'd wake up, but you were wrong. Dean's eyes fluttered open and he pushed you away.
"Y/N? Why the hell did you do that?!" He asked loudly. You looked away in embarrassment.
"Well, uh, b-because I like y-you, Dean." You said in a stutter.
"Well, I'm sorry, but I don't like you that way, Y/N, okay? I don't love you. I like someone else, so you better not do it again." He said sourly. You nodded and walked away to your room with tears falling down your cheeks.

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Months passed since the incident with Dean and you avoided him the best you could. When there was a hunt, you wouldn't go on it unless Sam and Dean really needed the extra help. Even then, you'd try and avoid him. You mostly spent your time in your room, getting drunk to numb the pain. You were currently downing your third bottle of whiskey. You didn't even feel buzzed yet. You heard a knock on your door.
"What?" You snapped. You heard someone clearly their throat. It sounded like Dean, but it could have been Sam. Maybe you were slightly buzzed.
"It's Sam. Can I come in?" He asked. You thought about it for a moment.
"No. I'd like to be left alone. And I swear to fucking God that if you come in here I will fucking shoot you." You threatened. If you weren't drunk, then there would be a small chance you wouldn't have said that.
"Y/N, you need to get food into your system. You need to get fresh air. You need to do something other than get drunk." He said. You picked up and one of your many empty whiskey bottles and chucked it at your door. The bottle shattered at the impact.
"Go the fuck away, Sam! Leave me the fuck alone! I'm doing just fine!" You screamed. You heard him quickly walk away. You gulped down the last of your whiskey and then set down the bottle on the side of your bed. You reached down for more on the other side, but couldn't find another. You looked over and saw that there was no more. You groaned. You didn't want to go and get more. Suddenly, there was banging on your door.
"Y/N!" Someone yelled. It was Dean. You grabbed another whiskey bottle and threw it at the door. Again, that shattered from the impact.
"Leave me the fuck alone!" You screeched at Dean. You picked up another bottle and threw it. You continued to do that until someone suddenly stopped you. You knew it was Cas
"Y/N." He said calmly. He took the bottle out of your hand and set it down. You stared at him before breaking down. Broken sobs racked throughout your body.
"I'm not good enough for anyone, Cas. Why can't I be good enough for anyone?" You asked. Cas felt his heart break into a million pieces. Never had he seen someone he loves so dearly look and feel so broken and not enough.
"Y/N-" you interrupted him.
"Maybe it would be better if I was just gone. Dead. No more me for everyone to worry about. No more broken, ugly, stupid me." You whispered brokenly. Dean heard that. He heard all of it. His heart stopped. He had no idea how much he had hurt you. Dean had no idea how brokenhearted he had left you. He should have noticed. He should have noticed the way you began to isolate yourself. The way the bottles of whiskey began to disappear. He should have noticed the way you avoided not only him, but Sam and Cas. Cas didn't know what to say. He knew you liked Dean. Sam knew it too. Cas way about to put you to sleep so he could talk to Dean about this, but you pushed his hand away.
"No. Don't. I don't want to go to sleep." You murmured. Cas sighed.
"Y/N, you need to rest." He said. You glared and pushed him away. You grabbed the angle blade from under your pillow and pointed it to him.
"I said I don't want to go to sleep. Now get the fuck out before I fucking kill you." You growled. Cas disappeared. You grabbed your gun with the angel blade and got up out of your bed to head to your bathroom. You shut the door and locked it. You set you weapons down and looked into the mirror. Your once bright hazel eyes were dull, you had dark bags under your eyes, your cheekbones were very noticeable. You looked awful. You lifted up your shirt and saw your ribs protruding out of your stomach. You heard a knock on your door. You grabbed your gun and angel blade.
"Y/N? Sam, Cas, and I are coming in." It was Dean. You backed against your bathroom wall as the door got picked and opened. You pointed your gun at Dean since he was the first person to come in. He had his hands up.
"Y/N, put your gun down and put the blade down. We can work this out." He said slowly and took a step towards you. You shook your head.
"Take one more step and I will put a bullet through your leg." You said darkly.
"You wouldn't." He said. You aimed the gun at his leg and pulled the trigger. Dean fell to the ground with a loud groan.
"Son of a bitch! Cas get those weapons away from her!" He yelled. Cas disappeared and then appeared beside you. He knocked the gun out of your hand, but couldn't get the blade out of your other. He fought you for it, but made a wrong move and it went into his arm. He grunted and grabbed your wrist tightly and took the blade out of his arm and your hand. You tried to get out of his grass, but failed miserably. Then, you were engulfed in darkness.

A/N:

I hope y'all understand why I made her so angry to the point where she gets violent and hurts Dean and Cas. If not, it was kinda because she was drunk, but also because she wasn't thinking straight and was blinded by her own pain that she didn't care who she would hurt. That clearly it up?