Sad Supernatural Imagines :'(

Disgrace. (Sam X Nephilim!Molly)

Name: Molly
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I stare at the walls of my "room".
Which are, of course, bare.
My floor is pavement.
It's not all terrible, tucked into a corner of my cell is a small, box shaped, TV set.
I use the TV as a book holder, I like to read more than than I like watching television.
I decide to shriek, at the top of my lungs, as loud as I can, for no reason at all.
Castiel appear in my room, angel blade out, and panic spread across his face.
"What?! What's going on?!"
A smile begins to creep itself onto my face as his reaction time is impecable.
"Amazing. Less than a second. Hello father."
Castiel seems annoyed yet relieved that I am alright.
"What is it now, Molly?"
He paces over and sits down at the edge of my rickety bed.
"Can't a girl just want to see her father?"
He sighs and shakes his head, already familiar with my lies.
"Seriously. Molly, I don't have time for this."
He turns to leave, but I grab his hand.
"I want out."
He squints at me.
"You know that I can't do that. You're safer here. Every angel and demon alive wants to-"
"I don't care...I need air. Real air. I need to talk to real people. I need something, anything. Father, please, I don't care if it costs me."
He purses his lips, thinking.
"I don't like this."
I slightly tighten my grip on his hand.
"You don't have to. You just have to do it."
Without another word, we leave my cell.
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Castiel takes me to a place I have only known very briefly.
I believe it is called a bunker.
I don't know why it is called a bunker.
But, I do know that Sam Winchester lives in this bunker, and so does his brother.
Dean was the one that told my father to lock me up, so you can imagine why I don't like him very much.
Castiel being Castiel, he did it.
I slowly walk down the stairs, running my fingers down the metal railing.
I smile remembering my last time being here.
It was five years ago.
I was only a year old.
I have never been a baby.
Only in this form.
I think I've determined that I'm in my late twenties, early thirties.
I reach the last step and look up.
"Holy shit. Molly?"
I feel a smile spread across my face.
Across the room stood my only friend.
"Sam!"
I exclaim before running into his arms.
He hugs me tightly, not ready to let me go again.
The last time he did that, he didn't see me for five years.
His hands settle on my hips and he ever reluctantly pulls away.
"I thought I'd never see you again, Molly."
He leans his fore head against mine for a moment.
"I know. I thought so too, but I asked Castiel to set me free, and he did."
I say quietly, turning to look at my father who has disappeared, great.
I return my attention to Sam.
"How are you? Have you been in pain? Are you sleeping enough?"
I ask every question quietly, as if scared that if I raise my voice he would disappear.
"Relax Molly...I just got you back. Can we wait on the questions for a while?"
He cups my face and I can feel the rough skin against my cheek.
I really want to know, since I have been out of the loop for quite some time.
His eyes tell me that he is bothered.
Something has to be wrong.
"Okay...whatever you want."
I say sweetly.
He releases my face and grabs my hand, pulling me gently towards his room.
He gets me settled before leaving to get us some food.
I lay on his bed feeling the familiar sheets underneath my palm.
I close my eyes, taking my new world in.
The blanket is soft and smells like him, it is an all too familiar sensation.
I feel a hand against my hip and smile.
The hand grips me excruciatingly tight and I cry out in pain.
"What the hell are you doing here?!"
I shoot up from the bed and into a corner of the room.
He was furious I can see it all around him.
He makes the room feel thick.
"Castiel brought me here, Dean."
His lips curl into an intense snarl.
"Molly...I don't want you here-"
I cut him off by stomping my foot.
"I don't understand you...First you tried to kill me, and then when you failed you made my own father lock me away. I never did anything to harm you."
He tilts his head much like Castiel does.
"Why wait for you to do something? You're a monster, Molly. Even your dad didn't want you. See, he must have lied to you. I never told him to lock you up. Cas did that on his own."
I feel anger build inside of me.
He's lying.
He has to be.
"No. You're a liar. My father loves me-"
"You're father called you a disgrace."
With a swish of my hand I bring him to kneel in front of me.
I put two fingers on his head making his skull shine of yellow veins.
"Tell me the truth."
I grit through my teeth, my voice shaking.
He smiles, his eyes glowing bright yellow.
"I already did, Molly."
I take my fingers off of his forehead and help him up.
The anger has left my body and is replaced with something else, something new.
I am in pain.
Not physically but my chest feels like it's on fire.
I walk away from him and sit on Sam's bed.
Suddenly my eyes begin to burn and water starts to come out of them.
Sam walks into the room and drops a bag of food on the ground.
"WHAT THE HELL DID YOU SAY TO HER?!"
Dean doesn't respond.
He is staring at me with a face I have never seen before.
With an emotion that I can not detect.
"You're crying."
He says quietly.
I turn to look at him.
"My father doesn't love me. I wanted so desperately to make him happy. I stayed in my cell. Even when it was freezing cold or boiling hot. I didn't leave. I always told him that I loved him...but he never said it back."
Tears begin to soak my shirt and Sam comes to sit besides me.
"Molly...Of course Cas loves you-"
"No he doesn't. Dean didn't lie. Which means that my entire existence is pointless."
Dean tries to reach out and comfort me, but thinks better of it.
"It's not to me...Molly, I'm in love with you."
I smile and press a soft kiss to his lips.
"I know. I love you too."
I whisper, before fleeing the bunker to find my father.
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