Motel Bathroom ( Dean Winchester x Reader )

Dean Winchester x Reader Oneshot

A/N- Major Trigger Warning ⚠️ suicidal thoughts, suicide attempt, cutting, self harm, death of family member ⚠️

If you haven't figured it out already, this is a very heavy and probably the darkest fic I've written (Sucker for Pain is a close second though) so please if any of the above warnings trigger you or if you think they might, then don't read this fic. Take care of yourself.

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Dean was at a loss for what to do as he sat on the edge of his bed, staring at the dirty carpet of their motel room floor.

They had just come back from a hunt, but Y/N's father didn't make it. There were too many vampires. Their intel was wrong and they all walked straight into a trap. Her father never stood a chance.

"I'm gonna go get us food. I'll be back soon. Just...just make sure Y/N is okay." John said, standing up from the chair across the room as he grabbed the keys to the Impala off the table.

"She just watched her dad get torn apart by vamps... she's not going to be okay." Dean responded, running his fingers shakily through his hair.

How was she meant to be okay after that? He wasn't okay after witnessing it and it wasn't even his father, it was Y/N's... he couldn't even imagine what that must have felt like. If it was his dad... he didn't even want to think about what he would do. How was someone meant to be okay with that?

John rubbed his face with his hands and looked over at Dean who was still sitting on the edge of the bed, staring at the ground.

"I know." His father sighed, taking a deep shaky breath. "She's a tough chick, but nobody should have to go through what she just did. Just be there for her."

Dean lifted his head and looked over at his father for the first time and was taken back at the redness in his eyes.

He had never seen his father cry before. Although, he was sure he cried when mum died, but Dean was too young to remember anything other than the heat and flames of that awful night.

Y/N's father was Johns best friend. They had gone to school together and served together in the Marines. Dean grew up with Y/N and her dad always around and now that he was gone... it was just so wrong.

Dean nodded, "yes, sir."

John walked past, patting him on the shoulder gently before he walked out the room.

Dean didn't move from where he was sitting for a few minutes. The Impalas loud engine disappearing into the distance as he looked over at the closed bathroom door and frowned.

You had been in there for a long time and come to think of it, he heard the shower shut off ages ago. What were you still doing in there?

Hesitantly, he stood up and walked over to the bathroom door. He didn't want to intrude or disturb you, but he was starting to worry.

"Hey, Y/N? You okay in there?" He called out as he knocked softly on the door.

He waited for an answer, but he never got one.

"Y/N?" He called out again, knocking a little louder this time, but still no answer. "Y/N, you still in there?"

What if you weren't in there? What if you climbed out the window and left? What if you were going after the vampires? He couldn't let that happen, they just lost your father, he couldn't lose you too.

"I'm fine." You finally answered, you voice so small and fragile that it made Dean really start to worry.

You were always so strong and brave. No matter what happened, you would just keep fighting and keep your head held high. But, he had never heard you sound so... so defeated. Hell, he had seen you break your arm and crack a few ribs from being thrown off a roof, and you still ended up saving his ass against the monster of the week with that bubbly smile you always had.