Supernatural BSM/DDM IMAGINES (Requests open)

Deals made - Dean DDM

Word count: 2251

Your father got with the redhead named Kathleen whenever you turned five, and ever since she took at you, piece by piece and it only got worse as you got older. Your dad and you used to be very close, almost like you were him but younger, Dean was scared whenever you were born, he was terrified he would turn out like his father and you would grow to hate him. He was right at one part, you were growing to hate him but for different reasons.

The last time you were actually happy.

Here you stood laughing loudly covered in mud and snow, your dad had told you if you jumped in the mud and snow then you could drive baby and you immediately jumped on that deal, you had been wanting to drive baby since you turned fourteen, so two years. You glanced at the door and saw Kathleen glaring daggers at you, Kathleen's kid, Tommy and Cathy were worse than Kathleen, they were assholes but got away with everything by blaming you.

The day you snapped.

You sat in the garage continuing on painting the large canvas you had, it was on a makeshift holder on the other side of the garage, well away from baby, your dad would kill you if you got paint of Baby. Due to her old age the paint that was used to paint Baby was unavailable because it had something toxic in it, you don't remember exactly, you just remembered Uncle Sam and dad talking about it. You heard the door open and two high pitched voices, your blood boiled when you heard them, they pissed you off so bad to the point where you actually thought about selling your soul to get away from them for a day. Cathy walked over looking at the canvas "can I paint?" She asked snatching the brush out of your hand "no. You can't. Go paint on paper with your water paints" You said as calm as possible trying not to strangle the annoying little brat that very second.

"Can I use this?" She asked again after five minutes holding up the left over green tub of paint you had sitting on the ground "fine whatever! Just go away please!" You snapped unpausing your music for the third time continuing your painting. It was almost too calm once the twins left, you had an uneasiness settle in your stomach whenever you saw the door open, Dean held Baby's keys and his wallet "I'm going on a supply run, sweetheart" he mouthed at you tossing your phone at you, that Kathleen forced him to take away after finding out you were badmouthing her to your uncle Cass. You watched Dean walk to the end of the garage before freezing slowly turning you to and that's when the uneasiness got a lot more powerful "son of a bitch!" Dean screamed alerting the twins, Sam, and Kathleen to go out into the garage and that's when you saw it, the paint smeared across Baby's drivers side door. "Who the hell did this!?" Dean yelled even loudly looking at you and the twins "we were inside playing!" Tommy said holding Cathy's arm protectively "kids...Kathleen and Sammy please go inside.." he whispered almost way too calm, that's what gave you the nauseous feeling bubbling up in your throat, you were going to protest and argue but you knew that wouldn't work. Dean loved and believed the twins more thanks to Kathleen, and to make it even more worse, Sam and Castiel did to.

"What. The fuck. Did I tell you!?" Dean yelled, his voice booming in the garage, the echo of his voice lasting a few seconds "I-I" you cut yourself off whenever that familiar lump appeared in your throat "don't even talk! What the hell is wrong with you!?" He yelled walking closer making you even more nervous cowering a bit under his gaze "You knew baby was the only thing I valued more than life! And you destroyed her!" He screamed grabbing your arm tightly dragging you towards your bedroom where he shoved you in "don't you dare think about leaving this room!" He yelled slamming your door, and out of pure rage, Dean did something John would've. He went into the garage and destroyed everything you spent months on, your painting, your paints, and your art supplies.

When you finally left your room Dean was long gone to the store, walking towards the front door Kathleen stopped you "your father said you couldn't leave your room" she snapped and you glared "move out of my fucking way before I fucking stab you with a god damn angel blade" you growled walking upstairs and out of the bunker door. You had a plan, a plan that would hopefully work, you walked faster as rain started falling, your walks turned into a full sprint as you ran even faster to the crossroads, this was the last time you would ever be walked on. Burying the box you stood calmly, whenever you heard a shift in the gravel you turned around to look at Crowley, he was holding an umbrella looking at you with an eyebrow raised. That's whenever you asked your favor, hopefully Crowley would grant it without taking your life after ten years.