Angel in a Cage (A Sequel to Devil in a Trenchoat)

You Shouldn't

You frowned and decided to take a shower to relax a bit. You undressed in your bathroom, looking in the mirror. You seemed.. Thinner than you remembered. You thought nothing really of it as you showered.

  Once you finished you wrapped yourself up in a towel, heading back into your room to get a fresh change of clothes. As you dressed you realized how much your clothes sagged. You really didn't think about eating. But as soon as the thought popped into your head your stomach growled hungrily. You headed downstairs where Sam and Dean were having a hushed conversation. The talking ceased as soon as you stepped foot into the room. Sam immediately rushed to your side.

  “(Y/N) you look like a ghost.”

  “No pun intended.” Dean added, getting up. He grabbed you by the arm.

  “I'm taking her to get something to eat. We'll see you later, Sammy.” He called back, leading you to the Impala.

  “What the hell are you doing, (Y/N)?” Dean asked sternly.

  “I'm just hunting, Dean.” You replied lamely.

  “You think I haven't noticed?” Dean asked, pulling up your sleeve, your arm was bruised and bloodied. You quickly pulled it away.

  “You think Sam and I don't know what you're doing?” Dean demanded.

  “I'm just hunting. That's what hunters do.” You replied angrily.

   “No. Hunters don't pick bar fights or exercise every demon within a hundred mile radius by themselves. What you're doing is making your life an obsession, (Y/N).”

  “No, I'm hunting down the demon that killed my family.”

  “What you're doing is killing yourself in the worst way possible.” He explained. You turned around, walking away.

   “I don't have to listen to this.” You insisted. Dean grabbed your arm tightly.

  “You see first it starts with us. Your friends- your family. You start avoiding us. Then you spend more and more time alone. You stop eating, stop sleeping. After that comes the non-stop hunting and fighting. Finally you waste away into nothing but a shell of who you once were.” Dean said quietly. Without a split second to think you clocked him in the jaw. He looked surprised as he released you. Tears streamed down your face.

  “You don't know anything about me. About this. So you shut the hell up with your “I understand” crap because you don't understand.” You snapped, taking the keys and getting in the Impala. Dean's face was a mask of stone as you drove away, leaving him in the dust.