Jack: Lucifer's Son Imagines And Preferences {REQUESTS OPEN}

The Light of a Dying Knife~

{This imagine contains sensitive content; please, do not feel obligated to read this if you are easily triggered.}

You sat there, alone in your dark room, with nothing but a knife in one hand, and your blood, dripping, in another. You sat there, lost and shrouded by the cloud of bad thoughts that basically consumed your whole life. You felt the burning tears roll down your cheeks and you could hear those dark thoughts whisper things into your ear:

You fat slut.

Why are you still here? You do nothing but harm everyone you meet.

You're so sensitive, why don't you hold it in and not be so goddamn pathetic?

The reason no one loves you is because you're a monster.

You let those tears land on your bed, feeling the pain of the cut you just made and the sorrow and depression of the thoughts that filled your mind.

"M-maybe...maybe they're right." You said to yourself

You were losing all faith. You hated your body, you hated how you looked, how vulnerable you were, you even hated how people would just pass a glance at you. You thought that you were a mistake and that you shouldn't be here. You've been hurt, more times than you've ever wanted and you wanted the hurt to stop. You've been bullied by people, you've been heartbroken by men who used you, you've been abandoned by your best friends, but most of all, you haven't been loved properly. Your father wasn't a kind man. He'd been raising you like a son. Anything "girly" that you did, he would slap you and say, "People are gonna look at you and think you're a mistake. Now you better throw away those ideas and focus on the real thing, killing those damn monsters."

And you went with it because your mother wasn't there anymore. Your mother died when you were five. She was murdered because she was simply fighting to protect you from the burglar that was robbing your house. You ran away from your father when you were 18 and finally found Sam and Dean. You followed them into the hunting life and they've been like your brothers ever since. You met Cass along the way and you two became best friends. Now Jack was in your life, and, you immediately got attached to him because he was so sweet and curious and wonderful. And yet, those bad thoughts crept up on you.

You felt yourself slipping away. Slipping away from everything. The sound of your door opened to reveal the Nephilim, who sensed your sorrow and came to check on you.

"Y/N? Y/N oh no no!" He said running over to you

He threw the knife away from where you were and you sat there, tears staining your cheeks and blood dripping from one of your wrists. You didn't want to live like this anymore, this constant shroud of bad thoughts just invading you, like a virus.

"Jack...I don't wanna be here anymore."

"Y/N, why? Why did you hurt yourself?"

"Because I'm a mistake. M-my father knew it...my best friends knew it...and everyone else knew it. I need to leave." You told him

Jack teared up; seeing you in this state made him extremely worried and terrified.

"Y/N, you aren't a mistake. If anything...y-you're a miracle." Jack said, sniffling and blushing