You come back from school with a heavy heart. You had tear stains on your cheeks, a bundled-up group of horrid notes thrown at you in class, reminding you how pathetic and unwanted you were.

You just wanted to get back to the motel. You had been followed on your way around the school and tripped, which caused a group of hysterical laughter and a scrape across your cheek. You got up, biting your lip as you pushed yourself on, and soon enough lost them.

You tried not to cry on the way back, but their words hit you. You felt so self-conscious about yourself, so insecure. You couldn't look in a mirror without wanting to cry. You felt even worse that you were lousy to the name Winchester.

Your brothers probably weren't proud of you, and you're father wouldn't have been either if he was still here. Your brothers did their best to keep you out of the family business. It was hard, but they didn't let you go on hunts; they tried to get you the best everyday life possible and enrolled you in high school. Unfortunately for you, it would become your hell.

You finally made your way back to the motel and carefully unlocked the door with the keycard Dean had given to you. You felt the intense wash of tears flood you, and you knew you had to get in the bathroom before they saw your face or asked you anything. You knew if you opened your mouth to talk, you would burst into tears.

You opened the door, Sam opening his mouth to greet you, but before he could, you walked right past him and into the bathroom. The two brothers looked at each other, confused as they heard the lock on the bathroom door.

"Maybe she had to pee?''Dean shrugged as Sam rolled his eyes but dropped it nonetheless.

Sam walked over while Dean tied up his tie and grabbed your backpack that thudded to the floor. He held it and placed it carefully on the motel bed so he could help you get your things ready for tomorrow.

Sam always did this. Sam was enthusiastic about you having an everyday life, so he helped whenever he could. You usually had time to take the notes before he saw them, but today you were too upset to remember them.
Sam unzipped the bag, taking out your folders and empty food packets before he came across a bundle of scrunched-up paper balls. He was about to throw them away, thinking Y/N had just gotten bored in class when he noticed one had writing on it.

Sam peeled it out of your bag before straightening it out with his slender fingers and letting his eyes scan over the notes. His face hardened, brows furrowing as he breathed raggedly.

''Dean. Look at this''Sam whispered, making sure you couldn't hear.

Dean turned to glance at his brother, noting the stern expression on his face. He leaned behind his brother, peering over his shoulder. ''You're worthless, Winchester. No one wants you, so die already," Sam read as his heart dropped.

He reached for another as he opened it.

"Try liposuction, might make you less ugly, fat ass''Dean read, his face glowered as he growled silently. Sam scoffed in disbelief as he shuffled through the bottom of your bag.

''Dean... there are tons of them. There has to be at least, what... 13, 15? Here?''Sam mumbled as he looked at his brother.

''It must be why she's so upset,'' Dean whispered as realization dawned on their face.

''Man, who would do such a thing." dean sighed, the anger slowly being replaced by hurt and sadness.

Sam looked at the bathroom door as he sighed.

''People. Sometimes they're the monsters''Sam added as he walked over to the door.

"We gotta get her out, dude''Sam informed.

Dean nodded, knocking on the door softly as he called for you. You didn't reply, wiping your cheeks quickly as you tried to silence your quiet sobbing.

"(y/n), come out. We need to talk to you!" Sam called. You cursed under your breath, slowly opening the lock as you slid open the door to be met with two large Winchester brothers waiting for you.

Sam's face softened at your bloodshot eyes as Dean's hardened anger slowly returned to him at whoever caused his little sister pain.
"(Y/n), we know. We found the notes''Dean sighed.

You closed your eyes, a look of disbelief on your face as Sam quickly grasped your forearms.
''Hey, hey. (Y/n). It's okay.''Sam soothed reassuringly.

"We're not mad. We want to talk." He added as he ushered you to the bed.

You sat on the edge, fiddling with your fingers as your brother stood before you and observed you.

''Why didn't you tell us?''Dean started as he crossed his arms.

Not in an 'I'm angry at you way, but more a 'You've got to talk, I'm not giving you a choice way.

You looked at your battered converse, ignoring their gazes as you shrugged. Dean rubbed his temples as Sam knelt in front of you.

''Hey. You don't have to be embarrassed. It's us. We just want to help'' Sam nodded.
''Of course, I have to be ashamed!" you yelled as you ripped your arm from Sam's grasp, crying again.

They looked at you with a confused glance and slight hurt expressions.

''What do you mean?''Dean frowned.
''I'm an embarrassment to the family name." you whimpered.

"I'm pathetic." You clasped your face, crying into your hands as Dean's face hardened.

"Don't say that. You are NOT an embarrassment to the family name. If anything, you're the one making us look good''He said.

You frowned, glancing at him in confusion.
''Yeah, (y/n). I mean, we've done a lot of things that have ruined the Winchester name. We started the apocalypse, let Lucifer free, opened the gate of hell...and so on''Sam blushed as he rubbed the back of his neck.

"But you, you're the only one who hasn't almost ended the world; you've started a normal life when you're straight in the middle of everything."

You shrugged, you felt a little better, but it wouldn't make any difference to the bullies, not like they were going to stop. Sam brushed back your hair before frowning. His slender fingers gripped your jawline carefully as he tilted your head up.

"Did they do that?''Sam growled, his eyes darkening as he carefully brushed his thumb over your graze. You said nothing as Dean walked over and got the same expression as Sam.

They both sighed, rubbing their faces as you started to cry harder. Sam got up and sat next to you, slinging his arm around your shoulder as he pulled you into him.

''Hey, it's okay. Look, everything they've said about you is wrong. They're jealous and just trying to make themselves feel better by picking on you. It's what bullies do''Sam explained as he rubbed your arm.

Dean knelt in front of the two of you as he gave you a sweet smile.

''Yeah, and anyway, girls are always going to be bitches. It's in their nature, well apart from some obviously''Dean added as he remembered you were a girl. You frowned, pulling your head up from Sam's shoulder as the two looked at you.
''It's not girls...''You frowned. Sam and Dean's mouth stuttered open as Sam turned in his seat.
''Wait! You mean a guy did this to you?''He roared.

''It's not plural either." you added with a mumble. Dean's face turned beet red.
''Oh man, I'm gonna rip his lungs out!''Dean yelled.

"You know what, this is good. This is good. Because if it was a girl, we could only maybe freak her out a little bit, tell your principal, but now it's a dude... well, now we get to rip him to pieces''Dean, rambled like a mad man.

''No. Please don't. You'll only make it worse." you whimpered as you tugged on Sam's shirt with a pleading look.

Sam's face softened as he patted down your messy hair.
''It's okay, (y/n). Don't worry''Sam reassured. ''Just go to sleep and leave this to us, okay? No one is going to hurt you''Sam added.

You sighed, knowing you had no choice but to listen as you crawled into the motel bed and let yourself try and get some sleep.

The next day of school was insanely nerve-racking for you. You had managed to avoid the bullies so far until you turned around and knocked straight into one. You fell to the floor, shaking slightly as you looked at him before frowning.

The bully stuttered as he helped you up. You saw his face that had a massive shiner on it along with his little minions.

''S-sorry. So sorry.''He exclaimed before rushing past you. You watched him in confusion as he limped away before biting your lip to hide your laughter.

You chuckled as you grabbed your school books to head to class.

'God bless big brothers.