The Angel with the Scarred Wrists. (Supernatural Fanfiction)

The Angel with the Scarred Wrists.

Summary: A year ago my younger brother brought me here. A year ago I met the girl, the girl with the scarred wrists. She didn't belong in a place like this. The psyche ward is no place for such an angel. Dean/Jo. AU. A little OOC. Mature content. Self-harm, Sex scenes, Swearing, Death, and Abuse. One-Shot.

(Sorry for grammar and spelling mistakes)

March 19th

DEMON'S AREN'T REAL. GHOST'S AREN'T REAL. ANGEL'S AREN'T REAL. HUNTER'S AREN'T REAL. I write over and over again in the journal my brother gave to me, right before he sent me here. My doctor told me that it could help me get the idea in my head that none of these things are real. Every day when I wake up, right before I go to the lounge, I write one whole page with these words on them. Right now I have reached page two hundred and fifty. But I still don't believe that any of this isn't real. That's why Sam sent me here.

"Dean, honey," the nurse known as Clara, knocks at my room door. "Time for medication, dear."

Clara approaches me and holds out a tray which contained a small foam cup of water and a sets of pills.

I swipe up the pills and throw them into my mouth and quickly down the water, placing the cup back on the tray. Before Clara could even tell me I open up my mouth so she could make sure I actually swallowed the pills. I've gotten away with not swallowing them before. Clara smiles at me, gathers up my plate from last night's dinner and leaves. Closing the door behind her.

I turn around to go back to writing. DEMON'S AREN'T REAL. GHOST'S AREN'T REAL. After a few more lines of writing I had found that the whole page was taken up. Two hundred and fifty one pages now, and I still didn't believe a word I was writing.

I close the book and throw my pencil down beside it. Usually after writing I went out into the lounge to 'talk' to people. But most the time you couldn't get a decent conversation out of anyone here.

I exit my room and walk down the hall, making a few bends and turns before I reach the large lounge area. Looking around I can see most of the people I knew were already out and about this morning. I make my way over to the large lounge and sit myself down on it, I didn't really feel like talking to anyone today (or any day for that matter) so I just stare out the window at the clear open fields and parking lot, for the visitors. I could see that the trees leaves had already started to turn red, yellow and brown they also were starting to fall from their branches and fly into the wind as it blew them. I wish I could have some freedom such as that.

As I stare mindlessly out the window, I noticed something, someone's reflection looking at me. I couldn't see who it was so well so I turn myself around so only meet a pair of dark eyes staring right into mine.

They say the first time you see the one your heart stops and it seems as if it is only you two in the world. Well it didn't feel like that for me. She mustn't be the one, I also should probably stop staring at her. But I couldn't. I was too lost in her beauty to even bother to look away.

Her blond hair fell over her shoulders in waves and it curled in just the right way, her sparkling dark eyes stared back at me. To anyone else looking in on use could have sworn we looked like we were eye raping each other. But I couldn't care what anyone would have said, nobody can judge you in a place like this. My eyes have now stopped at her light pink lips, I could only image how soft they are and how much I wanted to brush mine against hers. If she let me that is. I wouldn't blame her if she didn't though, she probably had a husband and children outside this ward. I mean who wouldn't want her.

We all had to wear white around here, but she looked different. She looked like an angel who has just simply lost her grace.

"There's no such thing as angels," I whisper to myself, trying to convince myself of the fact.