Castiel Imagines {BEING UPDATED/REQUEST OPEN}

Troubled Thoughts and The Self-Esteem To Match, What A Catch

Just a polite reminder that this does have self-harm in it.

"Another day," you sighed as you stared at the ceiling. "Alone."

Sam, Dean, and Cas were gone 'on a hunt', they would say.

A hunt your ass.

You knew they were trying to get away from you. They hated you. They all did. Hell, you even hated yourself 24/7. Sometimes you just wanted to end it all.

You got up and threw a hoodie on. It was a perfect way to hide all of the scars from previous depressing years.

You noticed a message on your phone and opened it.

Hey, we won't be back until sometime next week. This monster is leaving a trail states long. Stay safe (Y/N). - Sammy

Of course, they would come up with a petty excuse to get away from you. Then your mind began playing with you.

Dean was standing in your room, glaring.

"We hate you, you know that?" He hissed. "You can't do a single damn thing right."

"He's right," Sam said while putting his hands on your shoulders. "You're just a waste of our time."

"Guys, please," you quietly begged.

"So weak and pathetic," Castiel said somewhere within your room. "Dad was right, you were a mistake."

"Shut up. All of you!"

"Please," Dean said while circling you like a vulture, "What can you do other than cry and whine? You can't even hold a gun correct."

"And look at these scars," Sam said while violently rolling up your sleeves. "Wouldn't it be a shame if you had more?"

"Actually, it wouldn't, Sammy."

Castiel finally appeared, holding an angel blade.

"You should just die, not for your sake, but for ours."

He then took the angel blade and began cutting on your arm, going down to your wrist. Each cut was painful and deep, but what could you do?

It was your mind thinking that it was Cas leaving the cuts. Only your mind.

{Bobby's POV}

"(Y/N), I'm here," I called out. "(Y/N), I know you're here, Sam and Dean called me to check on you."

I sighed and walked up the stairs to her room.

"Dammit, kid," I whispered. "What are you doing?"

I opened the door and found her, laying on the floor. Blood seeped from her wrists. A bloody razor blade was held in her other hand.

I pulled out my phone and called Sam.

"Hey, Bobby, what's up?"

"Get your asses here. Now!"

"Is it (Y/N)?"

"You bet your ass it is!" I hissed. "Her wrists are cut badly."

"Damnit," he sighed, "We shouldn't have left her alone. Alright, Cas should be there."

{Castiel's POV}

"Where is she?" I asked.

"Her room and hurry up!"

I ran to her room and saw her laying there. I picked her up and placed her on the bed. She has been crying. No sign of sulfur, angels, shapeshifters, anything.