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whiskey bottle problems- team free will imagine

You sat in your room in the bunker. Tears freely flowing down your face. You didn't even care about how loud you were being because the boys were gone. You loved the boys so much, but you didn't want them to see you like this. Your hands in your hair running through it.

You didn't know how long you just sat there and cried but you ended up stopping and staring at the floor.

Your heart was shattered on the floor, you had to leave your family behind, and all of a sudden you got a text. It was from your cousin, she was talking about how she was better than everyone else. Yes, you still had their numbers, you never told the boys but you just couldn't get rid of them.

You tried to tell her that you loved her, and were beginning to be worried about her. Last you heard she was all alone in a big city, practically completely cut off from everyone.

You tried speaking to her and getting through to her but you just couldn't. She wouldn't even begin to think before responding.

She said she loved her achievements and solitude more than she had ever loved anything in her life.

It broke your heart because you had always known she struggled so much with addictions and such. At that moment you knew it had pushed her over the edge. She didn't care about anyone in her life more than anything she had done and the way she lives.

You sat there on the floor of your room for a while longer before getting up and exiting the room. You still sniffled now and again and couldn't help a few tears slipping.

You reached Dean's room and opened the door. Going straight for the whiskey he stashed in a locked cabinet of his desk. You easily picked the lock and grabbed it.

Opening the bottle you didn't bother with a glass and just took a big swig from the bottle. It was surprisingly full.

You had been drinking for so long you didn't even notice that you weren't where you situated yourself on Dean's bed anymore. You were stumbling through the bunker, bottle in your hand while you tried to stop the pain.

It may not seem like a big deal for most hunters but when you were so close with your family before you left. It hurt to hear that one of your family members had never given a shit about all of you.

You didn't notice the chair that wasn't pushed into the table fully, and you tripped over it. You let out a yelp when you hit the floor and the bottle shattered. The rest of its contents which were very scarce spilled on the floor.

You groaned in pain and tried to get up. Not being able to see straight you set your hand down on the floor to push you up. Not noticing the big piece of glass your hand hit roughly. It broke under the pressure and splintered into your hand. With that, you began to cry once again. Not even being able to get up you just sat there, your hand bleeding and tears streaming down your flushed cheeks.

You just thought to yourself "well she was drunk why couldn't you be?"

Suddenly the bunker door opens and your head snaps up. The movement causing your vision to blur, and your stomach to turn.

As quickly as you could you tried to get up again, you finally managed to do that, before hearing them call out to you.

"(Y/n), we're home!" Sam's voice made your head pound.

You didn't exactly know what to do since your brain was so foggy. You looked down at the glass and alcohol.

"Shit." You muttered before trying to take a careful step forward. As you were trying to navigate the glass Dean called out to you. "(Y/n), Sweetheart where are you?"