ngl i wasn't sure about the mon-el hate but like??? not only does he abandon his lover to die, he consistently disrespects his CURRENT gf (kara) and lies??? why is she the bad guy? didn't he literally own slaves??? how are people okay with this man???
i’ll give u three guesses, tho i’m sure u’ll only need one
Warnings: angst, slight swearing, death of a child, some fluff
Word count: 2090
Summary: After a hunt gone terribly wrong the reader reveals a little secret to Dean to comfort him.
A/N: Omg guys I almost cried while writing the first half of this. Btw if someone already wrote a fic like this I’m gonna die. I was so proud when I had this idea lol. Gif is not mine [x]
Silence. Silence was surrounding you; it weighed heavy
on your chest and made you feel helpless and lost.
Dean drove the Impala through the dark night without
saying one word. His grip on the steering wheel was so tight that you could see
his knuckles turning white. The only sounds you could hear were the engine of
Baby and the rain which drummed wildly on the roof of the car. Sam was fast
asleep after the exhausting hunt you guys had just finished. You on the other
hand couldn’t sleep; you were trying to focus on which raindrop would make it
down the window, you were staring at, the fastest. Images of the hunt that had gone
terribly wrong flashed through your mind. Tears burned in your eyes, blinking
them away quickly you tried to think of something else.
This time it was really bad. It had been a kid. Jake
The three of you had tried everything to save him in
time before the vampire who had captured Jake and his parents, who were dead
long before him, could hurt him.
When you had arrived at the nest it was too late. The
little boy, who was no more than five years old had laid there on the cold
floor of an abandoned warehouse. His clothes were all bloody and his teddy bear
was a few feet away from him, also stained with blood.
Every time you closed your eyes, the sight of his lifeless
body would send shivers down your spine.
So you silently sat in the backseat, with Jake’s
bloody teddy bear clutched in your shaking hands, while trying to ignore the
urge to cry uncontrollably.