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                        (Readers P.O.V.)     Darkness. That's all there was. I tried to sit up to find that I had been tied to a table of some sorts. "Help me! Somebody please help!" I screamed.     "Nobody can hear you here my darling," a familiar voice said. Suddenly, the lights came on. They were so bright that they blinded me for a moment. Once I could see I looked to where i heard the voice to see the demon Crowley.     "Crowley!" I groweled, "What the hell do you want?"     "Oh nothing very important. Just Dean Winchesters head on a silver platter," The demon said with a smirk. "And I have the the perfect bait to get him here. Y

Warning; Mass trigger. The door slammed behind you as you barged into your room at the Men of Letters bunker. As you passed by the desk you swept everything off of it, sending papers flying everywhere and the lamp crashing to the floor. You picked up a beer bottle that had been lying on the floor, discarded a week ago, and flung it at the wall. It exploded into millions of small glass shards.    You yelled at where it had hit. You yelled out all the anger that you could. You continued to yell until all of the rage and anger and frustration and fear was echoing around the walls. Than you collapsed onto the floor, sobbing. After all, the onl

Am I unlovable? – Dean Winchester x Depressed!Reader You are nothing. You don't deserve to live – You are hated by all, don't you see it? Nobody wants you! Nobody – Nobody loves you. Mum? Am I unlovable? Silent sobs. Silent tears. A small girl in the middle of a room with a bottle of whiskey in one hand and the other clenched to her shirt. Who is that girl? It's you “Why do I even bother with this shit anymore?” is all you say as your lips connect with the bottle one more time. It's dark outside – you are alone – again. It's always like that. Dean and Sam are at the bunker and you? You are here

Mentions none specific self harm. Doctors would have categorized you with depression, but this wasn't mental health- it was a lifestyle. Each hunter had their own sob story- someone they had loved, dying at a monsters hands- and you were no different. You sought revenge, and hurt even more when you realised it wouldn't fill the giant gaping hole in your heart. Just like the rest. You drank your way through the days and pushed yourself to your absolute limits, never letting up. Just like the rest. But you were different from the rest- you coped in a way that made people want to run. You carried so much weight and emotional baggage it was cr

(A/N I told myself not to write a songfic because I am not fans of them but here I am... I was just listening to the song and thought it would be a perfect songfic... Especially for Dean since it's a classic rock song... But here goes nothin!) (A/N This talks about suicide and depression and stuff like that... So trigger warning. Don't like? Don't read!) I close my eyes only for a moment, and the moments gone. All my dreams pass before my eyes, a curiosity. Dust in the wind, all they are is dust in the wind. (f/n) had been depressed for a while. Ever since your mother left you when you were six, your father had abused you until you met the