Sad Supernatural Imagines

#33 BSM- Part 2: The Truth

Request from @Nala_Dragneelx777. I hope this is what you asked for!

Y/N p.o.v:

Skip a few years from when Dean told you the truth about why you guys moved so much, you were now 18 years old. You were free to do whatever the fuck you wanted. Well, besides go to bars to get drunk or sleep with guys or go on hunts. Or even go out. Basically not allowed to do jack squat. Dean absolutely refuses to take you on hunts. Always stuck in the bunker. Yeah, there was something called the Men of Letters and Sam and Dean were part of that. Technically, you were too, but back then it was a bit sexist, which they didn't allow female descendants. (Idk if that's true.. Don't hate on me if it isn't) You sighed as you were sitting in your room watching TV. You hated not being able to do anything. You weren't allowed to go out when Sam and Dean were gone or when you were, it was because Cas was there watching you; 'protecting you' As Dean puts it. You hated that Sam and Dean forced you to not communicate with the outside world; you hated how little they trusted you.
'It's too dangerous. There could be demons and they could kidnap you. Then when Sam and I would find you, you'd be half dead or dead all together.' Dean would say. You understood that, but he doesn't understand how it makes you feel. You have a good school education. Being homeschooled by a highschool graduate who went to college was a bonus in your life, but you wanted to go to college. You wanted to do something productive. You didn't want to hunt like your brothers, but you didn't like not doing anything. Sometimes, for fun, you'd do online highschool stuff. To others, that would be like a sin considering how highschool was probably hell for them, but, despite the constant bullying, you liked school. You were like Sam in a way. Like Sam, you thought things through; you were good at researching for hunts because of it, but most of all, you were held back. Dean was like a father to you. Did everything a dad would do with and for his daughter. Dean was strict, like John in some way, and although you know he loves and cares about you, you didn't like being held back. Sam was more flexible with you. Letting you do things Dean wouldn't. Like go out shopping without being supervised by either brother or going places you've never seen before. Sam even bought you a phone and laptop, so you wouldn't be as bored. You sighed as you got bored of watching Netflix. You shut off your TV and thought back to everytime Dean would stop you from doing things you wanted. He would stop you from getting your lady products alone, in fear of demons getting you while you were shopping, which is just being way too overprotective. He would stop you from just going outside to take the trash out! It was ridiculous. Yes, you knew demons were out to get you; they have been your entire life with Sam and Dean, but Dean was too- he was way too overprotective and overbearing. It was starting to make you feel like shit and making you want to isolate yourself more than you were already forced to. You stared at the wall for a little before you heard a flitter of wings. (Was supposed to be flutter but I liked flitter more for some reason) Cas was suddenly standing in front of you. You looked up at him with a frown.
"Dean told me to come. You weren't answering your phone, so he got extremely worried." Cas said. Your brows furrowed. Dean tried to call you? Your phone didn't ring though. You grabbed your phone from off of your bed and looked to see if he called you, in which he did. Oops. You forgot to turn your sound on.
"Oh. Tell him I'm okay, Cas. I just forgot to turn on my sound, so I didn't know Dean called me. You can leave now." You responded to him. Cas nodded and then flew away again. You sighed. There were cars in the bunkers garage. Maybe you could leave and not come back. It would be such a relief. You thought it over before finally deciding to leave.
'It would be for the better.' You thought to yourself. You got up and got your duffle bag from your closet. You grabbed every item of clothing you had, which wasn't very many, and some knives and a gun your brothers gave you for protection. You grabbed your laptop and it's charger, putting that in a separate bag that you had and then grabbed your phone charger and your phone. You turned off your GPS and then zipped up your bags and slipped on your combat boots. You looked around your room with a sigh. You'd miss your brothers and Cas, but you just couldn't couldn't stand it here anymore. You ran out into the bunkers garage and hot wired a car. You heard it rumble to life and then quickly drove out of there.

~months later~

Well, running off was a terrible idea. At first it was like the weight of the world that you felt on your shoulders had been lifted, but that bliss ended quickly after demons had kidnapped you. You've been in this hellhole of a warehouse for weeks now. All those bastards did was torture you. It was hell, but you knew hell was worse because Sam and Dean know it. You screamed as the demons poured salt into your deep wounds. The demons smirked at you suffering.
"Just kill me!" You pleaded in agony. The demons smirk just widened.
"Maybe later, sweetheart." One demon said. They continued to stab, punch, cut, ect. You when all of a sudden the warehouse doors swung open. You looked up, exhausted and emotionally drained, at who it was. It was your brothers. You just closes your eyes. You were so tired. You heard the demons scream and then the sound of boots run over to you.
"Oh, my god. Y/N!?" A familiar voice called. There was ringing in your ears. You felt the chains around your wrists and ankles come off, dropping you into someone's arms. You gasped at the extremity of the pain that flowed through you. You felt as if you'd black out at any moment, but surprisingly you didn't. You finally realized you had fallen into Sam's arms.
"Sammy, I hurt everywhere." You whimpered. Those demons did things to you and took your most valuable thing that you had.
"T-They hurt me, Sam. Not just by torture." You said. Dean's eyes widened as he slowly understood. Sam looked up at his older brother with the same look of realization.
"Oh, Y/N." Dean whispered. Tears ran down your face quickly and didn't stop.
"I'm so sorry, Dean! I shouldn't have left. I'm so so sorry!" You cried. You winced as you threw yourself to Dean.
"Shh, Y/N. It's okay. Just calm down. Look, we'll help you. Don't worry. We'll fix you up and do anything you want. We'll talk about why you left later, but right now let's focus on you getting better. You're gonna die of blood loss." Dean said. You were still crying, but you nodded.
"Okay." You whispered.

Cas flew to the warehouse and healed you. You had been sore for a few weeks, but slowly got better. When you explained why you left, Dean felt bad and so did Sam and Cas. You assured them you wouldn't be leaving again, but they would have to be more flexible around you and let you do things without supervision. Now you're happy with your life. You actually attend online college courses and have a job. Although it was hard to get where you are now, you didn't give up and always kept fighting. Happiness doesn't appear overnight.

A/N:

Hope this was okay.