Supernatural One Shots

You'd Never Have Known

Dean x Reader

Reader has been hiding her depression for years, one night Sam confronts her about it and someone happens to overhear...

Warning: depression, self-hatred

"Dammit! Y/N shoot him!"

Crawling across the floor as fast as your wobbly arms and legs would allow you dove for the gun and turned to shoot the werewolf. Raising the gun you saw him run towards you.

BANG BANG BANG

Three shots to the chest and he fell just as he reached you, unfortunately his body also landed on top of you. Grunting with the extra weight you struggled to move out from under him, suddenly the weight was lifted and you looked up to see Sam holding out a hand to help you up. "You okay?"

Nodding you took the offered hand and let him pull you up. Everything hurt, you'd been thrown not once but twice into a wall and now it was time to pay the consequences. Dean limped over from the other end of the room. "Everybody good?"

Sam nodded, you simply stared to your left, lying there was the body of the werewolf's last victim. She was alive when you arrived, unfortunately you just weren't quick enough to save her. The scream she made as the monster killed her was still ringing in your ears. Deans face softened and he walked forward to throw an arm around your shoulder, blocking your view of the body. "Sammy take care of em, I'm taking Y/N to the car."

Bringing your arm up you wrapped it around Deans shoulder the best you could since he was taller than you. Both limping slightly you made your way out of the house and down the walkway towards baby. Once you reached the car Dean opened the back door and guided you to sit down. Walking around to the trunk he retrieved the first aid kit and came back to kneel in front of you. "Let's get you cleaned up princess."

Giving him a bitch face you rolled your eyes, "You know I hate when you call me that."

Smirking Dean opened a pack of alcohol wipes and began cleaning up the cuts on your face, "I know, that's why I do it. Nice shootin by the way." Looking away you mumbled, "Thanks." When he was finished he asked if you were hurt anywhere else, looking into his unbelievably green eyes you smiled, "No but thanks Dean." Taking the kit out of his hands you stood up, "Your turn." Dean leaned against the back of the car and let you clean up the cuts he had on his face and hands.

As you finished Sam came out of the house and you all climbed into the car. Stretching out in the back seat you decided sleep sounded like the best thing right now. Turning back to look at you Sam's brows creased, "You sure your okay Y/N?" Nodding and giving him the best smile you could you reached into your bag to grab your headphones. "Yeah Sam I'm fine, another monster down right? I'm just ready to go home." Smiling weakly at you Sam turned back to face the front and the smile dropped from your face.

Putting on the headphones you knew you were almost eleven hours away from the bunker, already you felt the guilt beginning to eat at your insides but until you were in the safe haven of your room you couldn't give in. Until then the best thing to do was blare some music and sleep. Anything to rid you of the screaming in your head. Rolling up your jacket as a pillow and laying your head down you reached for your phone and turned on some music. You didn't care what, anything would work.

The feel of the impala going down the road and the fact that you hadn't slept in two days soon had you drifting off. But not before a single tear escaped and slid down your cheek.