~~ok you guys I'm gonna try to make this longer to make up for the last chapter.~~

You stay in bed for the rest of the day, trying to not get to emotional about anything. That works about as well as you'd think.

"Hey (y/n), we're going out. You wanna come with." Sam says poking his head around your door frame.

"Yes. I would love to leave." You say, getting up out of bed a little too fast making you sway.

"Ok, we'll wait for you then." Sam says glancing at you nervously before leaving.

You change into cloths that you could go out in, dark jeans and plaid, then head out to where Sam, Dean, and Cas were waiting for you.

"Alright, lets go then." Dean says smiling at you, then walks out the door, you right on his tail. You end up going to see a movie of your choice. You pick a scary one, Insidious 3. (If you've seen it tell me how it is)

You sit by Dean and jump at almost everything, then snuggle into his side when things got too intense.

"This was fun." You say as you're leaving the theater, Dean smiles at you then nods in agreement. You look over and see Cas deep in a conversation with Sam, and you wish it could be like this all the time.

"Maybe next time we could leave the other two at home, it'll be just us." Dean says reaching for your hand.

"I would like that Dean, a lot." You say smiling at him. Before going back to the bunker you all stop for ice cream in a small shop nearby.

Things are in the simple way of life, at least for now, and they will be until you are fully healed. Dean has admitted his feelings for you and you're on the way to a relationship with him. The only thing left to worry about is you, secretly you had hoped that the demon would kill you.

~~Back at the bunker~~

For some time now you've been harming yourself, taking pills, cutting, starvation periods, it became your way of life. Dean doesn't know you still do these things to yourself, but Cas does, he used to come in and heal you when things got too bad.

Tonight is no different, you think about how you don't deserve the Winchesters or the fallen angel at your side. You take almost an entire bottle of sleeping pills, Dean walks in and finds you passed out in your room with the empty bottle in your hand and assumes the worst.

"(y/n)? Oh my god, (y/n). Why would you do this." Dean says making you puke up the pills, or as many as possible at least. "Please don't die on me." He says picking you up and carrying you to the foyer of the bunker. "Sam, come on. Lets go, she hurt herself." Dean yells walking over to the front door in his plaid pajama bottoms.

You then get rushed back to the hospital, straight into the E.R. to get your stomach pumped. After a day you finally wake up, and find Dean on the edge of your bed asleep, holding your petite hand in his larger one. Sam is in one of the chairs strewn across the room, hes awake and staring at the floor.

When he sees that you're awake he gives you a weak smile, then he walks out of the room and talks to somebody. Sam comes back with a nurse and an older man.

"Hello, my name is Stan. I'm from social services." He says, handing you a card.

"Hey." You say weakly, taking the card and looking at it. He's the guy that reports people to the nut house. "I'm not crazy." you say looking back to him.

"I never said that miss, I'm here because you're sad." Stan says, clutching a clipboard with a stack of papers on them. "But because you're (your age), I have to come and talk to you before deciding if you're a threat to yourself and these two fine men." He says writing a few things down on the clipboard.

"Ok well ask away." You say leaning back against the bed.

"Alright straight to it then. How long have you been with these two?" He says pulling up a chair and sitting at the end of the bed.

"I moved in with them 7 years ago." You say remembering the day they took you under their wing.

"Ok, when did all this start." Stan says referring to your depression and self harm.

"Before I moved in with Sam and Dean." You say thinking about your mom and how she was.

"That's good. Well, I have to ask by requirement, have these boys ever hurt you or put you in the position to be hurt physically." Stan asks, jotting down your answer to the last question.

"What? No. They would never hurt me." You say, starting to get upset with Stan and his stupid questions.

"I'm sorry for asking." Stan says looking down nervously at his hands. "So you've been dealing with this for over seven years correct?" He says swallowing hard then looking up to see you nod before continuing. "What types of harm have you done to yourself."

You're speechless, you didn't want to announce all the things you've done in front of Sam and Dean. They'd never trust you again once they heard it. Stan seems to notice and asks Sam to leave, seeing as Dean's still asleep there's no need to wake him for this.

Stan then reads a long list of things that are possible. "Smoking." He starts.

"No."

"Drinking alcohol."

"Yes."

"Taking pills."

"Yes."

"Putting yourself in risky situations."

"Yes." You figure dealing with all the supernatural is risky enough to say yes.

"Cutting."

"Yes."

The list goes on for ages, you say yes or no to them, eventually Stan finishes and looks down at the papers then up at you.

"We'll contact you in a few weeks with your recommendation, I'll have to talk to the other two about this and get contact information and things about their own mental health." Stan says standing up. "I'll start with the other one, seeing that he's still asleep." He says pointing to Dean, who is starting to stir, then walks out to talk to Sam.

You shake Deans arm in  an attempt to wake him up, he should know what's going on before he gets bombarded with questions.