Hell on Earth: Heaven on Earth (Part 5)
Characters: Dean Winchester x Reader x Sam Winchester (Sister / Friends / Platonic / However you want to see it)
Length: 2441+ words
TW: Descriptions of Torture, Rape, Child Abuse, Child Soldiers.
A/N: Aaaaand the angst is back! Just for this chapter! Just sad descriptions of what actually happened while the reader was with James and Martha. We’re so close to the ending!! Are you guys excited?? I AM.
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A few days later, your mood turned sour. Everyone had left the house, and the bunker was quiet.
“Hey, you’ve been quiet,” Sam remarked, seeing you walk in the kitchen. “You okay?”
“I don’t know,” you whispered, placing your arms on the table in front of you.
“Do you feel sick?” he asked worriedly, crouching down beside your chair, and putting a hand on your forehead.
“No,” you whined, burying your head in your forearms and effectively shaking away Sam’s hand.
He looked back in the past few days. Things have been too quiet. He’s been cooped up in the library or his room, looking for a case, and Dean had been busying himself with tuning up his car. You’ve been left alone for the most part. “Alright,” Sam said as if to confirm something. “Let’s go watch a movie?” He asked, throwing you over his shoulder, earning a well earned squeal into his ears. You shifted down to his arms, and Sam couldn’t help but smile when he noticed that you were heavier since he had last carried you.
“You have to work,” you said with a frown.
“I can take a break,” he shrugged.
“I wanna go outside,” you decided.
It was Sam’s turn to frown. They don’t usually go out unless it was important, but you hadn’t been out since your shopping trip two weeks ago. He carried you to the garage where he knew Dean was going to be.
“Dean,” Sam called for his older brother, who’s face peeked out from the other side of the car. His smile disappeared when he saw you being basically nestled in his brother’s arms, and a look of concern formed on his face.
“What’s wrong? What happened?” He all, but jumped across the hood of his car, cradling your face in his hands.
“She’s having a bit of cabin fever,” Sam explained. “Maybe you can take her out for a drive?”
Dean’s eyes traveled from his brother to you, and nodded. “Of course. Go get ready, princess.”
Sam let you down from his arms, and you walked back to your room, changing into sweats and a sweater. You came back out a few minutes later to see the brothers talking to one another. You pull on Sam’s sleeve, signalling to him that you were there.
“I’m going to go back to doing research. Have fun with Dean, okay?” He ruffled your hair, and left you and his brother alone.
“You ready?” Dean asked, opening the passenger door. You nodded numbly, and shuffled in, feeling a heavy weight on your heart you’ve been trying to understand. “Music, or no music?”
You shrugged, closing your eyes while feeling the wind blowing in your face after Dean rolled down the windows a bit.
He kept driving, stealing glances at you once in a while. Soon, you slowed to a stop at the side of an empty road. “Okay. Let’s talk. What’s going on?”
“Is there something wrong with me?” you asked, turning to Dean. He looked surprise at the question, and furrowed his eyebrows that made you explain. “I mean- I don’t feel like I belong.” You took off your shoes a long time ago so it wouldn’t ruin the upholstery when you brought your knees up to your chest. “Before I had a purpose- I was meant to be nothing. I had instructions on what I can do, and what I can’t. I knew I had to stay silent, I knew I had to stay still when they taught me a lesson, I knew I had to stay quiet when they brought over their friends, I knew I couldn’t do anything when those friends paid them for a night-“ you gulped, stopping yourself from whimpering, “to do anything to me. It was a routine. And then I thought I found my purpose when I sold my soul for you guys. I was already tortured on earth, at least when I was in hell I knew I did good. I helped someone. But, I’m back where I started- a waste of space. I’m nothing. I’m better off-“ Tears were streaming down your face, when you saw Dean shake his head through blurry vision.
“Nope,” Dean cut you off sharply. “I’m not letting you finish that sentence.” He grabbed your hand. “You are not nothing, and you are definitely not a waste of space. You are Y/N. It’ll take a while for you to find your purpose in life, but you will find it. Just give it time. And while you’re figuring everything out, Sam and I will be here, supporting you. You wanna go back to school? We’ll support that. You wanna go get a job? We’ll support that. You just wanna stay in the bunker? We’ll support that. We’re here for you because you have helped us more than you think. You didn’t only bring back a few of our friends, you brought back family. Not only that, but you gave them a second chance to live. So don’t you dare say you’re better off dead.”
“But I’ve done my job. You guys have your family back. I can go now, right? You don’t need me anymore.”
You could see the heartbreak all over Dean’s face which made you cry even more. “You’re right. We do have our family back. Ellen, Jo, Bobby, Charlie, Kevin, and you. Y/N, you’re family now. If you leave- I woul- I wouldn’t know what I would do. You’re so important to me, you know that?”
“But why?” you cried. “I haven’t done anything.”
“Don’t say that.” He pulled you to his lap, pushing your head against his chest so tightly you could his rapid heartbeat against your ears. “Please, don’t say that. I’m not good with words, but you trust me, right?”
You leaned back, and looked up at him, nodding.
“I trust you, Dean.”
“Then trust me when I say you’ve helped me. You’re good for me, and I don’t want you to think that you are not important, okay?”
“Okay, Dean. Okay.”
“We’re all broken. We’re all damaged, but we gotta help each other out. And you bet your ass, I’ll help you get out of this rut, Y/N. I promise.” He let you stay on his lap for a while, running his fingers through your hair. “Wanna go home?”
You shook your head.
“Okay. Where do you wanna go?”
“Park,” you answered.
Dean nodded, driving to the nearest park he knew of, and pulled in. The both of you made your way through the deserted park, sitting on the bench right beside the playground. The night air was refreshing as you gathered your thoughts.
“I was kidnapped at a park,” you started.