Im Broken (Castiel x Reader)

Prologue

Reader's P.O.V

I was 13 years old when it all happened. I'll always remember that day like it was yesterday. My parents were hunters, not the ones that hunt animals, my parents hunt the supernatural. They taught me all about it. They started teaching me at 7 years old. They had me read all the lores there was to read. Then at 10 years old they started to take me to Bobby's house. Bobby would teach me everything and how to fight with weapons and without. After a while, they took me on my first hunt at 13 years old. We were hunting a werewolf. I remembered everything they said on how to kill it. My parents gave me my first pistol as a gift for the hunt. It was a colt python .357 magnum pistol revolver.
We found the werewolf, it was in a cabin in the woods. My mom told me to  cover myself in mud for the werewolf wont be able to smell me. Once I was covered completely with mud we moved forward. While we were going forward the werewolf opened the door and got out. It was walking straight towards us. I got my gun out auth silver bullets and aimed it at him. Little did I know was when I pointed it to him there was another werewolf. It was behind me and grabbed me by the neck. "Look what we got here, a little hunter", it growled at me. "PUT HER DOWN!", my dad yelled and it turned to look at him. Thankfully I didn't lose hold of my gun and while it turned around I shot it right in the arm. It caused it to let me go and it howled in pain. I fell to the ground and I was about to get up when I was clawed at the stomach. I fell back to the ground in pain holding my stomach. My dad came running to me. "It gonna be alright sweetie", my dad told me calmly. "Dad behind you!", I yelled and it was to late. The werewolf got my dad and started tearing him to shreds. "DAD!", I yelled with my eyes at the brim with tears. I crawled away and hid myself not wanting to get hurt more. It was quiet until I heard my mom screaming. I looked towards the direction and saw both of the werewolves attacking my mom. I got my gun out quickly and shot them both in the chest, thanks to my training with Bobby I was really good with guns. I got up with all my strength and walked over to my mom, but it was to late. I fell to my knees and started to cry. I failed them and it was all my fault that they died, they died because of me. I got my phone and dialed Bobby's number. "B-bobby", I said over the phone crying, "Yes y/n, what happened?" "My p-p-parents they're dead", I finally bursted out in tears. "Where are you?" "I dont know Bobby, and I'm scared I'm going to die next" "hold on y/n go hid yourself, I'm going to track your phone and come pick you up, ok" "ok Bobby", I hung up and went over to my parents. I was in so much pain physically and mentally. I dragged them both to the car and got some white blankets that where in the trunk of my dads 1978 Lincoln Continental Mark V. I wrapped my parents in the blankets. Once I was done I got in the back seat of the car and laid down and waited for Bobby.