Supernatural One Shots and Short Stories

Sam: I Won't Let You

(TRIGGER WARNING: THIS WILL CONTAIN THE MENTION OF SELF HARM AND CUTTING, PLEASE KNOW THIS BEFORE GOING ON. THANK YOU SO MUCH. ALWAYS KEEP FIGHTING.)

You sit reading over the lore books with Sam. You had only been with the boys and in the bunker for a few months now and still felt like a stranger. After they saved you from that last demon attack they offered to let you stay with them until you were healed up and ready to be on your own again.

Sam sat at one end of the table flipping though the pages of a Woman in White lore, "Why Woman in White?" You ask him. He looks up at you quickly, then laughs, "Well, when Dean came to get me from college that was actually the first case we had worked on together in forever. That's what kinda got the gang back together I guess you could say." You smile, pulling on the sleeve of your shirt, "That's cool though, that you remember that after all these years."

About that time Dean walked in with dinner "Soups on you two!" Sam rolls his eyes at his older brother but stands walking to help him set everything out. You look back down at your book of demons, there has to be a way to find this demon, a spell or something. You were so deep into the book you didn't even hear Sam walk in behind you, and flip the book closed making you almost jump out of your skin. "Don't scare me like that, jackass!" Sam laughs "Come on I'll help you up and to the kitchen." You shake your head trying to stand on your own. "No really I think I've got it." Dean walks back in heading to his room, it's got to be a hundred degrees in here, how the hell are you in a long sleeve? You laugh, "I am a cold bodied person, what can I say." he nods as he walks on to his room, and as you breath a sigh of relief at how well he took that lie. You finally remember Sam is still there waiting to watch you attempt to get up. You go to take a small step on the foot that was still sore and had stitching down the leg and about fall to the ground, before Sam's hands grabbed your waist. "whoa! I got you." He has to sit on the flood to regain his barings hiself since you were so close to almost being on the ground. You laugh a nervous laugh "I almost had it."

Sam didn't respond though as you expected him to, you look over at him and find he was looking down at something else. You also look to where his eyes were now glue to and your blood runs cold, the long sleeve on your cotton shirt had been pushed up in the attempt to catch you in your fall and the long white lines that covered one of your arms had been revealed to him...

You jerk your arm away as fast as you could, you felt light headed to the fact that someone had finally seen what you have worked so hard for all these years to hide. With all your strength you pull yourself up and away from him "I ah, I'm actually not that hungry. I'm just going to go to my room." Your joints and bones weren't as stiff thanks to your slip so you were able to limp to your room better. You hear Sam stand behind you "Y/N, wait hang on a second." You don't look back at him "It's fine, I actually think I can get out of your hair tomorrow and back on my own." With that you turn the corner to the hallway, find your room they set you up in and slam the door too. Damn it, Damn it, Damn it! you say to yourself over and over again. How could you be so stupid and slip up like that. Let him see what you've done to yourself all those years ago... how?!

You slam one of the pillows onto the bed and hit your bag with your hand, you felt the hot tears of anger starting to form in your eyes and all you wanted to do was scream but you couldn't do that. So you finally just sink down to the flood and bury your head into your knees crying as silent as you could so they wouldn't hear you, so Sam wouldn't hear the 'Freak' crying in her room because of something she caused.

A few hours later you're woken up to a knock on the door, you lean your head back seeing you fell asleep crying. You wipe your face and run your fingers through your hair as you sat yourself on the bed. "Who is it?" You hear from the other side "It's Sam, can I come in?" Your breath catches in your throat, No, your mind shouts "No, no, no." But your mouth has other ideas, "Yeah, sure come on in." The door slowly opens and Sam pokes his head in, "Hey, Y/N. I wanted to bring you this." He walks on in and has a tray of food in his hands. "I heated it all up, it's not a five star meal... but you need to eat something, you haven't ate since breakfast."