(A/N:Thank you okchristina77 for another request! I hope you like it! Sorry it took so long. I had tests and my 16th birthday is today (August 26th). My best friend (@sailor_lunas ) and I were planing what to do for it sense I don't have real friends that is not on a screen.)

You and Dean are at it again. It seems like everyday now. This time it was about volunteering as bait for a demon. It is a usually hunt for you. But Dean hated it with a passion. He would get so angry sometimes he would kick you out and lock himself in the room for the day.

"Dean why can't you just let me go! I'm not 16. I'm 25 years old turning 26!"

"Because Y/N you could have died!"

"Oh and you wouldn't of!"

"I rather it be me than you!"

"God you so bull headed! You don't like the fact you cant live without me. Because who would make sure you Dr. Sexy was recorded! Who would make sure they cleaned your gun and sharpen your knifes! Who would bake you a pie even though it is 4 in the morning! Who would kill for you in a heartbeat! Me! This is my life and I can choose what I want to do with it.

"Y/N, YOU don't get it! Your not my mother! You don't have to do those things!"

"Well it seems you need one because you don't have one!" You shouted. You seen his face went to anger. Before you knew it there was a stinging on your face. I realized Dean hit you. You put you hand to the area and see blood on your finger tips. You started crying.

"Y/N. I'm -" Dean tried to apologise but you cut him off.

"Stay the hell away from me!" You shouted walking toward the bathroom. You locked the door and looked in the mirror. You see and small cut on your cheekbone. The area around it was black and blue; it was in a shape of a hand. You started to cry. You can't believe he would hit you.

You looked at the mirror one more time. You poor face. The bruise is quickly turning into an ugly black and your cheeks are stained from tears. Your pathetic. No. No your not. That what he wants you to think. That s why he hit you.

You are pissed. More and more angry thought though your mind. Then you snapped and took the top of the toilet and smashed it against the mirror. The top and mirror shatter and cut up your hands. But so much adrenaline is running through your veins you can't feel the pain.

You walk out the room. Not surprised that Dean ran off. Probably at a bar. You pack your stuff.

"Y/N?" You hear Sam call out.

You packed faster. Then you ran to the garage. You jump on your motorcycle and dipped out.

Then you go to a motel called The Black Star. You didn't bother turning on the lights. You were so filled with anger you started to cry. You threw yourself on the bed. Then there was a knock on the door. You dry you tears and grab your gun. You get up and open the door. It was Sam.

"Maybe next time make sure I'm not following you." He said with a dry laugh. You roll your eyes and walk to your bed. You set down your gun. You sit against the beat up head broad with your legs crossed. Sam sits next to you.

"Can you turn on the lights? I feel like I'm in an emo teenage movie." He said rubbing your forarm.

"No. Trust me you don't want to see it." You said.

"Come on Y/N. Its not that bad." That mad and got up. You forcefully pull the string on the lamp on the night stand next to the bed.

"Is this what you freaking want Sam!" You yelled. He looked at your black and purple bruise with a cut on your check bone. You had blood down your cheek you didn't clean up because you don't care.

He look down then he got up. The came over to you. He held his hand out. You didn't do anything.

"Come on Y/N." He said.

You grabbed his hand. He pulls you in for a hug. You hug him back. After awhile you let go with tears in your eyes. You picks you up like a sleeping child and puts you on the bed.

"Stay." He get up and he goes in the bathroom.

You heard the sink turn on then off. He come out with two cloths and a first aid-kit. He sits next to you. He takes a warm cloth and clean the blood off your face. He sets it aside and grabbed the other one. He puts it up to your cut. It stung on contact. You flinched.

"I'm sorry." He said. He put it back on and it stung. He sighed in disappointment.

"Your going to need stitches." You sighed. He started stitching you up.

"Y/N?"

"Yeah Sammy." You said trying to sit still.

"Do you still love Dean after this?" Yes. No. You don't know. He hurt you. Physically and Mentally. You guys were just hot head in a fight.

"Yeah. I do."

"Then why did you run?"

"I don't know." You sigh. "Sam our whole life I've been running. Either from monsters, angel, demons or people. Maybe all four. Its the only thing I know how to do when I'm hurt. Yeah I can fight or stay me ground, but that's when I'm emotionally stable." Sam sighed at your comment.

"Y/N. Dean loves you. More than anyone. What set him off like that?"

"He told me I don't have to act like your guys mother. He mainly told me that so I don't sacrifice myself like one. So I said Well it seems you need one because you don't have one. I said that because I was frustrated that Dean didn't get it that he acts out because he never really had the motherly cushion." Sam looks away. "I'm sorry." You said grabbing his hand. He pulls it away.

"What you said was not right I think you need to apologize." He said. He's right.

Later you and Sam go to the bar Dean went to while you vented. He wasn't there so you had to persuade the bartender that you were lesbian and you extange for a fake number(thanks Charlie for a helpful tips.) and you got the address. You go in the main lobby (by yourself), showed your badge and they said that Dean was in room 430. You got to the door. You swore you hear a woman moaning. You try quickly to pick the lock. New record 3 seconds. You walk in and see a girl riding on Dean.

"You god damn bastard! I'm going to blow your freaking brains out!" You said.

Dean pushed the girl off of him and grabs for a robe. You start crying. Run Y/N. Run. Your brain was telling you. So you did. You ran in the parking lot. Sam was confussed and got out.

"Y/N what wrong?" You grabbed his arm and forced him on ground.

"How dare you lie to me. I trusted you. Dean don't love me. Do even bother finding me. Because next time I do I won't think twice a bout killing you."

You let go of him at run as far as you legs can take you.