Faith, Hope, And Love (Dean x *suicidal* Reader)

Chapter 12!!!!

Hey guys! I've missed you all so much! I'm so sorry i haven't been writing as I've promise, I've seen a few comments on the last chapter, and i thank you guys for leaving them and for voting. You guys always make me smile. This is ganna be kinda short since its so late.Anyway, here's Chapter 12!!~Signed Nyxell

You wake up, still exhausted from the events that took place last night. You look around, realizing you're back in the hotel room. You heard Sam and Dean in the next room. Not able to make out what they were saying, you stand up and walk to the wall, pressing an ear up to it.

"Sam I'm not an idiot, I know what I'm doing!"

"Oh really? 'Cause you seem to not care about anyone but yourself right now. Me and Y/n had to leave the house because of you and some stupid hooker you slept with!"

"Hey!-She wasn't stupid-she was amazing.."

You could pulled away from the wall. You had heard enough. You didn't want to hear the rest. You went and sat back down on the bed, criss-crossed and wait for them to be done. A few moments later, you heard the bedroom door open and Sam walked out, Dean following him. You smiled at them tiredly, Sam smiled back, but Dean looked down. Then he suddenly spoke.

"Want some breakfast Y/n? I'm ganna run to the store so if you want something-"

"No no I'm fine, thanks though, dean."

He looked at Sam, and before Sam could say what he wanted, Dean spat out, "You want some rabbit salad right?"

"...Yes, actually. Don't forget the dressing this time."

Dean smirked. "Picky bitch."

Sam chuckled, "Jerk.."

And with that, Dean was out the door and off to the store. You stood up, and Sam sat at the small table-which shouldn'tve been counted as one, more like a 2inch by 2inch square on legs-and pulled out his laptop. He always seemed to be on that thing, he might as well marry it. You smiled at the thought of Sam marrying his laptop. But quickly frowned again, remembering what you had overheard from Dean. You grab your bag and walk into the bathroom. You change into shorts and an oversized sweatshirt that covered your cuts perfectly. Speaking of cuts, you thought to yourself. You got out a razor, and rolled up the opposite sleeve of your previous masterpieces, and made a few cat scratches. Along with a few deeper and vertical ones, being careful not to go too deep. You washed the blood from your wrists and rolled the sleeve back down, careful not to put blood on it.  You put the sharp object back with the rest and walked back out to the 'Living room' to where Sam was.