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Hearther~Dean

Warning: cheating, self harm, and suicide 

I still remember third of December me in your sweater.You said it looked betteron me, than it did you.Only if you knew how much I liked you.But I watch your eyes, as shewalks by.What a sight for sore eyes. Brighter than a blue sky. She's got you mesmerized.While I die.

You knew that Dean was well with women. Every time a girl sees him she's basically already on him. You never said anything and if you did it went unnoticed. And every time it did happen he wouldn't do anything. He'll just encourage it more and more. 

It got to the point where you basically had to drag Dean away from any females he encounters with. You were always scared that Dean will just find a different girl. A girl where he could actually be happy with and will love her ,like he never loved you. 

But after a few months it started to get worst. Dean would be out more often. He wouldn't invite you to go with him to places anymore. He rarely was at the bunker anymore. And the worst part was Sam and Cas just brushed it off saying that Dean just needs some space. You were fed up being just one of Dean's whores anymore. So you decided to just leave him

Tears were sliding down your face as you wrote a letter address to Dean telling him why you left. As you finished packing your bags you quietly made your way out of the bunker. A quiet sob left your lips because you knew you were leaving a place you once called home. You were saying goodbye to your family. But you knew this was for the best. You wanted all of them to be happy even if it meant not being in their lives anymore.

You quickly got into your car and decided to drive out of the state so it would take the boys longer to find you ,if they would. 

Why would you ever kiss me?I'm not even half, as pretty.You gave her your sweater.
It's just polyester, but you like her better. Wish I were Heather. Watch as she stands with her holding your hand.Put your arm 'round her shoulder.Now I'm getting colder.

~Two weeks later~

You were crashing at a cabin near a small town. The place was totally trashed with tissue boxes and bottles of alcohol. You barely ate anymore. And if you did you would just throw it back up. You realized that no one came to find you. That just gave you more reasons to drink and cut. 

Every thought of yours was how worthless you was and how Dean never loved you. How he was happy with someone else.  If you could've done anything to make Dean love you. Of how happy the boys must be that you're no longer a burden to them. 

You tried to get those thoughts out of your head. But no matter how hard you try they'll always be there. Plaguing your dreams at night. Making you drink more and more. 

You're tear duct already worn out so you can't even cry anymore. You just became numb to all the pain. The only pain you felt was the stinging of the blade on your already scarred arms.

That's when you realized that it was all hopeless. That everything you do will just cause more and more problems. So you did what the logical thing was at that time you thought. Why not end it all

Why would you ever kiss me?I'm not even half, as pretty.You gave her your sweater
It's just polyester, but you like her better. I wish I were Heather.

~ one week later~

Dean finally found your location after three weeks. He already has his apology scripted. Telling you he was sorry for cheating on you and telling you that he'll never leave you again. 

Once Dean arrived at the cabin he already feels his gut telling him something his wrong. He than ran to the door kicking it down. Paying no attention to all the glass bottles and used tissues everywhere.

He looked everywhere until the bathroom was the only room he hasn't checked. The lights were on and he hears water flowing. But dread fills his limbs making him paralyzed. 

After five minutes he finally opens the door. The scene before him makes him drop to his knees. He sees the bathtub stained red with your body in it. Tears were already falling down his face as he drags your body out of the tub. He holds your body close to his. 

He looks at you lifeless  face praying that your e/c eyes would open. He knows that all of this is his fault. That he should've loved you better. But instead he pushed you away. Making you feel unloved.

I wish I was Heather