Supernatural | One-Shots

The Hateful Truth: Castiel N.

↬ Date: June 4th, 2021.
↬ Prompt: Pinterest "Imagine having to teach Castiel why humans sometimes hate themselves".
↬ Trigger [Warning]: Light cursing; mean words (said to yourself by yourself)
↬ Words: 618.
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Ugly. Stupid. Fat. Unloved. Worthless. (Y/P)'s heard all of it before. (Y/P)'s basically unphased by anything you can say or tell (Y/P). It's gotten to the point where (Y/P) says it to (Y/P)self and then laughs about it because it's just words at this point.

"I am weirdly built." (Y/N) laughed as (Y/P) looked at (Y/P)self in the mirror. The two brothers behind (Y/P) shook their heads because they knew (Y/P) looked fine, but the Angel looked confused. He didn't say anything but he's been noticing that it's a daily thing that (Y/P) does.

"Why am I so fucking stupid?" (Y/N) groaned to (Y/P)self, having to act quickly to fix (Y/P) common mistake. It was pretty easy to fix.

"You aren't stupid though, (Y/N)," Castiel said, confused once more.

"I am, but that's okay. Keeps me humble to hear it," (Y/N) said with a smile. Castiel watched (Y/P) with questioning eyes.

"I have so much extra fat on my thighs." (Y/N) grabbed (Y/P) thighs. It was too hot for pants so (Y/P) was wearing shorts that were too tight around (Y/P) legs.

"It protects your bones and muscles. It is quite normal." Castiel said, watching (Y/N)'s hands.

"Eh, you know? I just have a lot. It's okay, though. Keeps me humbled."

"Man, I'm the worse!" (Y/N) laughed as (Y/P) accidentally hurt (Y/P)self on a table corner, "This is why my parents don't love me."

"Why would you say that, (Y/N)?" Castiel asked, hurt by (Y/P) words.

"It's okay. Keeps me-" (Y/N) started but Castiel cut (Y/P) off.

"Stop saying that."

"It's the truth- my parents don't love me," (Y/N) said with a shrug as (Y/P) looked away from him.

"But you are not the worse." Castiel looked at the two brothers, wondering why they weren't saying anything.

"Cas, it's mainly just a joke at this point. Why do you care so much?" (Y/N) asked softly. Castiel stumbled over his thoughts as he tried to explain himself.

"Well, I do not know. Everyone was made perfectly, and it hurts to see someone... Talk bad about themselves," Castiel finally said, leaving (Y/N) speechless. (Y/P) looked over at the brothers but they had no clue what he was going on about.

"Cas... Sometimes people joke about how they 'suck' or how 'bad they look' because it's been forced onto them at a young age, and it becomes pretty normal," (Y/N) explained, "Sam and Dean do it too. We know we can't control or change some of the things we joke about and that's why we joke about it. Like, how I joke about how shitty life is. It's just for laughs."

"That does not make sense, though. Why make fun of yourself for 'laughs'? Are you not just hurting yourself more by making those jokes instead of just ignoring them?" Castiel asked, trying his hardest to understand but he just couldn't grasp the 'appeal' of it. (Y/N) looked at the brothers once again, wanting them to help (Y/P) but they just looked away.

"We joke about things like that- how we look, our trauma, etc- so other people can't. We rather hurt ourselves instead of letting other people do it. Would you rather laugh at yourself when you trip or have someone else laugh at you for slipping?" (Y/N) asked and Castiel just stared at (Y/P).

"I rather laugh at myself..." Castiel said softly but (Y/N) just smiled.

"See?! By laughing at yourself, you aren't allowing others to bring you down," (Y/N) said, knowing Castiel finally understood a lot better.

"I still do not like it." (Y/N) chuckled as (Y/P) rolled (Y/P) eyes.

"Anyways, let's go eat something," Dean said, standing up. Everyone followed him out of the motel room, also hungry.