Supernatural Imagines

Y/N- “Dean? I’m pregnant. And it’s a little baby girl.”

D- “You’re- baby? Girl...Oh my god.”

Imagine Sam, Dean, and Cas find out about the readers depression/self-harm

  “(Y/N) get down!”

Sam pulled you down behind the tractor with him grabbing onto your forearm to do it, wincing in pain he apologized quickly thinking it was pain from the force he grabbed you at.

“Will someone please explain to me why the vampires need guns?” Dean growls next to you while reloading his pistol.

Like a fine tuned machine the three of you pop up and shoot at just the right moment taking out several of the vampires swarming you. When it’s down to the last one Sam takes it out with a bullet between the eyes. They had made a huge batch of bullets with dead man’s blood in them to deal with the vampires.

“Oh man, (Y/N) you’re shot.”

“Yeah I know.”

They had been aiming for your heart but shot your shoulder instead, Dean picked you up and carried you to the impala setting you gently in the back seat. “Sammy, call Cas on the way back to the bunker I need to keep pressure on her shoulder but the bones might be broken. We need him to heal her.”

The impala was used to having blood somewhere in it at all times, and everyone knew that Dean would be out there the next day cleaning it all up and making sure nothing was damaged.

You could hear Sam on the phone leaving a message for Castiel telling him they were on their way back to the hotel room and needed him there, but with the amount of blood seeping out of the bullet hole and the pain of Dean pressing on both sides to try and keep pressure so the bleeding would stop you passed out.

When you come to, the three are sitting at the table talking quietly but as soon as you tried to sit up Dean was crawling across the bed to help and Sam was bringing a glass of water.

“Being shot isn’t fun,” He said handing you the glass. “Welcome to the family.”

“Thanks.” I managed to say taking small sips. “How long was I out?”

“Just a few hours. Cas healed you up but we wanted to let you sleep.”

Looking down you notice that even though the bottom half of you is under the covers the long-sleeved shirt you had been wearing laid on the floor in a ripped heap leaving you only covered in a tank top.

“(Y/N), you know you’re like a little sister to us right?” Dean’s warm hand gently squeezed the shoulder that hadn’t been shot. “You can tell us anything.”

“I know.”

Sam sat at the end of the bed watching not to sit directly on your feet. “Then why didn’t you tell us about the marks?”

Your face burned red and tears welled in your eyes, these guys had taken you in when you were alone and frightened, had treated you like a part of the family, and had taught you everything they knew to help keep you alive. Dean taught you how to play pool and to shoot a shotgun, Sam taught you how to research the monsters and how to hack into accounts. Cas healed you.

The tears started falling freely down your cheeks even though your eyes were closed against them. Your chest heaving with deep breaths that made choking sounds with every one. And the boys wrapped their arms around you protectively letting you sob in silence until you were ready to talk.

“It was just so hard, after my family was killed. I lost my best friends and I just felt so alone. And you guys have been great and I love you but for a long time it felt like I was an outsider. Sometimes it’s not even for a reason but I just can’t get out of this dark place and I don’t know what to do.”

Being between them felt nice, their warmth was like a blanket covering and protecting me from any harm.

“(Y/N), it’s okay to feel like that sometimes. We’re never going to think less of you for it, hell I feel that way too.” Sam grabbed a towel and wiped your face with it. “But you don’t have to hurt yourself.”

“I feel like that’s the only time I can really feel something.” Their faces were hurt which only made more tears fall. “I’m so sorry I didn’t tell you guys, I didn’t want you to worry and I knew you would.”

“You’re damn right we would’ve. And we do.” In the year you had been with them Dean had been more protective of you than anyone else you had known. “There ain’t no me if there ain’t no you. You remember that, and if you ever feel this way again please tell us.”

Cas stepped forward after not having said anything. “I can heal your physical wounds, but believe me if I could heal how you’re feeling I would in a moment. You three are the only family I truly care for, I don’t want to see you suffer.”

“When we tore your shirt off and saw your arms….I don’t even know how to explain it. It was almost worse than the bullet hole.” Sam said. “We don’t want you to feel that way, we want to protect you.”

“If you ever feel alone or depressed in any way just let us know. We’ll watch movies and eat a ton of ice cream or something, anything to help you realize that we’re here for you to listen and cry on.” The last of the tears fell and were wiped away as you hugged them all.

The feelings wouldn’t go away overnight and the need to feel something other than numbness wouldn’t either, but they weren’t leaving either. Your skin was unmarred for the first time in almost a year and with any hope it would stay that way.

(Please let me know if you would like me to not submit, I have another story almost finished and I won't submit it if you don't want me to)

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you guys...I didn’t want you to worry because I knew you would!”

“Oh for fuck’s sake.”

S- “It’s gonna be okay, I’m right here.”

“Dean! What are you doing in here?!” D- “Sorry..I was just making sure you were okay...I guess you are.”

S- “Please, stop doing this to yourself. To me. To us..”

"Sammy? It's okay, it's me! You're going to be okay.."