TRIGGER WARNINGS! Suicide and suicidal thoughts.

In a few weeks you were back out on hunting trips. There was the occasional worried call from Bobby, and each time you made sure to assure him of how fine you were. Of course, I suppose I haven't told you all of your past.

_-Flashback... Again-_

Bobby had kept you locked in the Panic Room when the boys came for years. It was starting to drive you mad. They were coming more and more these days and Bobby had to keep you hidden. You were the spitting image of Mary. You had her long golden curls, amazing complexion, and pale skin. You were, in a word, beautiful. But you couldn't keep it inside any longer. Bobby had taught you how to hunt and you had gone with him many times. You knew where it would be painless. Painless to end it.

You held your revolver in your hand. Oh, how you loved that gun. It was your Sweet 16 present from Bobby. You used it for every hunt. You had a varying number of bullets that fit it for multiple monsters. You chose the silver bullets. They were always your favorite. You held it to your temple, took a deep breath, and closed your eyes. Your finger tensed. You sighed, extremely relaxed. The torment was over. The last thing you remembered was a loud blast and the sound of a scream.

Then it all went black.

_-Flashback Ended... Again-_

You didn't think I was going to tell you your whole story at once, now did you? I have to keep you coming back for something! At the present moment you were working a case in Kokomo, Indiana. One werewolf, two demons, and a very pissed vampire. I'll leave you to your imagination as to how you got into that situation, but the problem now is how you're gonna get out. A demon close behind you let out a snarl.

"You're going to die this time! This time when we drag you down, you're not coming back up!" You smiled to yourself. Did he know who you were? You were [Y/N] fucking Winchester! You could take him any day! Just... Not with a werewolf, demon, and a very pissed vamp in tow. Did I say the vamp was pissed yet? You kept on running with your hand occasionally flinging back to fire some bullets into the crowd of the sons of bitches. Suddenly additional shots rang out from behind you. You saw two obscure figures behind the mob of creatures.

"Ugh!" you cried. More people, or things, to deal with. You took a sharp turn down the next alley you could. The cold air was causing a cloud of mist to rise from your mouth and disappear with each deep breath. You stopped for a moment. You heard no more monsters running after you. You stepped out to face two battered, bloodstained figures. One was incredibly tall with a shotgun in hand, the other was shorter with a knife, both breathing heavily. You smiled and began walking towards them. "Thanks," you began, "you guys really saved my ass ba-"

Suddenly a sharp pain ripped through your back. You heard a low hiss of a voice and two pairs of feet running as you collapsed. The voice whispered in your ear, "Till next time darling." Suddenly in a flash of light the demon was nothing more than a shriveled up husk on the cold, hard pavement. You saw a sharp silver blade sticking through your right shoulder, directly where your heart would be if it were the left. Ha ha, wrong side bitch.

Crimson blood was spilling all over the inky black pavement. You saw a street lamp flicker feebly in the distance. You smiled bitterly to yourself as you wondered about the dead demon next to you. You felt two strong arms lift you up. You closed your eyes. You hadn't gotten more than four hours of sleep in the past three days. Underneath your eyelids turned a bright orange swimming with a hot magenta alongside a sunset red. You felt the hot artificial light hit your skin.

All of the sudden the arms holding you tensed. "[Y/N]?" The gruff, familiar voice pulled on your ears. Your [E/C] eyes fluttered open to lock with the emerald one staring quizzically at you. "Why, hello Dean." Your hoarse voice barely whispered. Your head cocked to the side slightly to see the tall man with Dean staring at you. "Hiya Sammy..." You coughed once or twice before finishing. "Would you look at that," you giggled slightly, an occasional cough mixed in, "I found me the Winchesters."

You saw the street lamp flicker like a humble flame once more and you saw a shadow out of the corner of your eye. You attempted to cry out, but couldn't. Then it all went dark again.