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You sit in your room at the bunker, listening to some ACDC. Thinking about your last hunt.
-Flashback-
"Shoot it Y/n! Shoot it!"
You freeze. Anxiety drowning you like a sea.
The werewolf ran as you collapse onto the ground. Your breathing ragged, barely any air getting in. The boys run over, cursing you for letting the beast get away.
-Present Time-
The memory brings tears to your eyes and a blade to your arm, again.
It's been a month since you have been allowed to hunt. You felt worthless when the boys go on a hunt without you.
You look to the scars you have inflicted over the past few weeks. Grabbing your knife and a piece of paper you head for the bathroom. Deciding it was time.
On the paper you write:
"Dear Winchesters,
I have been your burden for too long. I have let monsters go too many times and made so many wrong choices.
Sam, you're like a brother to me, my best friend. I'm sorry it had to end this way. Take care of yourself, and no visiting me when I'm in Heaven, or more likely, Hell.
Dean, I have loved you since we met. I've watched you go from girl to girl, with all of it meaning nothing. But you have always supported me when you could. Don't forget me Dean Winchester.
This is goodbye."
You didn't feel a need to sign your name, placing the note on the sink.
Raising the knife to your arm, you slice, cutting deeper than any of your other scars. Blood gushes, and you start to feel light headed.
Then you hear it.
"Y/n?"
His voice.
"Y/n? Where are you?"
Panic evident when he doesn't get a response.
The door to your bathroom swings open, revealing a very concerned Dean. Seeing the blood he rushes into action. Taking your hands in his, pressure on the wound.
"Come on stay with me Y/n. Sam'll stitch you up and you'l be just fine," Dean's comforting himself more than you.
"Dean," your voice barely a whisper.
Darkness surrounds you.
-Two Hours Later-
Your eyes flutter open. Dean and Sam are towering you, Castiel stands in the corner. Confused, you remember what had happened, causing you to cry. Singling the brothers you were awake.
"Y/n," Dean whispered, tear streaks evident on his face. Sam and Cas had already left your room.
"Dean. You came home early."
"Yeah. Finished sooner than we thought. Thank God we did."
You turned you head, not wanting to stare at the guilt that drowned his green eyes.
"Y/n, I read the note." This made you face him again. "I never knew how you felt I-I should've realized. I'm sorry."
You shook your head,"You did nothing, Dean. It was me being overly, well, me. Don't feel you have to love me because of what happened tonight. That's the last thing I want."
Dean nodded. Then turned his gaze back to you,"I'll never forget you Y/n. You're too import to me."
A smile found it's way to your face.
"That's all I needed to hear."