Your POV
You run into the small building and pushed yourself through the heavy bathroom door. You checked all the stalls to make sure no one was there. Once you did that, you locked the door and stuffed yourself in a stall. You sat on the toilet with the lid down, and slowly pulled up your sleeve and saw the bleeding that bled through the bandage. You slid the bandage off and saw a big handmarked bruise where the demon had grabbed you.
"Damn.." you mumbled to yourself. You quickly pulled out another bandage from the F.A. Kit from deans car and re-bandaged your wrist. You came out of the stall and went to the sink. You turned the faucet and splashed some water on your face. You looked up into the mirror and wiped your face with your sleeve. You let your hair down and attempt to brush through it with your fingers.
"Useless." You heard someone mumble. "Dean will never love you." It whispered again. You tear up and storm out of the bathroom. You were looking down trying not to cry, when you bump into someone.
"Y/n?" You felt the deep vibration of deans voice in his chest. You look up. "You okay? You were taking a bit long and," he noticed a tear that had fallen down your cheek. You quickly swiped it off and mumbled,
"I'm fine dean. Jesus, can't a girl get some privacy?" You pushed past him and walked towards the impala.
Deans POV
I watched speechless as she stormed off and sat inside the impala.
'I'm fine dean, Jesus! Can't a girl get some privacy?' It rang through my head. Maybe she wouldn't tell me if something was wrong. I hope she would. I walk back to baby and start her up.
Hey guys! My face is officially my profile pic! It's not really a good pic but it's the best one I have now lol.
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Faith, Hope, And Love (Dean x *suicidal* Reader)
FanfictionCHAPTER 24 OUT NOW! MORE TO COME :) You and the Winchesters have been friends since you could remember, but something happens where you become less like yourself and more like your inner Demons. (Aka, DePresSioN)
