An Unwanted Surprise
Dean Winchester Drabble
Characters: Reader, Dean, Sam (Mentioned)
Word count: 585
Trigger warnings: Suicidal talk, self-harm scars, Depression, Panic attack (tell me if I missed anything)
(Do not read this if any of this triggers you please)
(I based this off of things that I have gone through myself which made this somewhat easier to write. This is my first Fan Fic and I just want to thank @just-a-touch-of-sass-and-fandoms, @ilostmyshoe-79 , @chelsea072498 for letting me read their fucking fantastic works and inspire me to finally put something I wrote onto here. Thank you guys so much so much)
Hearing an audible sharp intake a breath from the door way you curse to yourself for not closing the door before you started changing. Quickly pulling on your pants you shove down the panic that Dean just saw your old self-harm scars.
“Y/N what were those?” He nearly yelled as he stepped into the room. Turning to him your face void of emption so he doesn’t see the panic you’re feeling you mutter the lie you always tell yourself.
“Nothing. They were nothing.” You can see the rage, hurt, confusion on his face.
“Those were not nothing Y/N. They looked like scars a lot of scars. More than a hunter should have in one place.” You took a deep breath trying to force down the panic but failing miserably. Clearly shaking you answer him with a small trembling voice.
“T-They’re old self-harm scars from a few years ago” It felt like you had stopped breathing and in reality you had. The next thing you know Dean is holding you to him trying to get you to calm down and breathe.
“Sweetheart breath. C'mon Y/N breathe with me.” Running a hand along your back while your ear is on his chest focusing on his hear beat you slowly begin to breathe in time with him. Soon you’ve calm down enough to speak but he beats you too it with a question.
“Why?” He sits you and him down on your bead waiting patiently for you to answer him.
“A-as a teenager I was depressed.” You start out slowly. “I wasn’t well liked in school and I couldn’t seem to do anything right in my mother’s eyes so I really started to hate myself. At first it was just on my arms with a paper clip, not enough to do damage, but soon that wasn’t enough and I started using pencil sharpener blades on my arms. It just got to the point where I did it on my legs. I stopped after 3 years I think but the damage was done” you finish shaking softly.
Through all of this Dean was quiet and listening closely and wiped away a couple tears that you hadn’t noticed fell from your eyes. Scared to look into his eyes you buried your face into his chest. He gently placed his fingers on your chin motioning you to look at him.
“This isn’t something you have to hide or be afraid of Y/N. You aren’t alone in this world anymore. You have Sam and I and If you ever feel like harming yourself or any self-destroying thought please come to me or Sam. We are willing to listen to you and not judge. We love you Y/N you’re family. Please don’t hide anymore sweetheart.” He gently kisses your forehead and rests his chin on top of your head.
Fighting back tears you bury your face into his neck as he rubs his hand up and down your back. “Thank you Dean…thank you so much. I love you too. You guys are my family too and I wouldn’t trade you two for anything in this world. ”
“Us either sweetheart.” He smiled softly into your hair.
For the first time in a long time you felt at piece with who you are and that there are people in this world that love you.