Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural.

Warnings: Attempted Suicide via Cutting, Language, Depression, Briefly Touched on an Eating Disorder.

If anyone is suffering from depression, suicidal thoughts, self-harm, eating disorders, anxiety, etc, please don't be afraid to reach out and if need be I'm always here if you just want to talk to someone who understands what you're going through and can relate x

Ring Ring,

"Hey Sammy," Dean's tired voice said through the phone,

"It's Sam." He replied, annoyance clear in his tone before he hung up on his brother

Click.

Ring Ring,

"Sam!"
"Dean-"
"Just wanted to call you and -" There was a Click "wish you a merry Christmas," Dean mumbled into the empty motel room as his brother had once again hung up on him.

Ring Ring,

"Sammy -"

"Leave me alone."

Click. Dean sighed as he dropped his phone on the bed and held his head in his hands, what had he done wrong? Why did Sam hate him? He thought as he curled up in bed and cried himself to sleep, missing yet another meal.

Ring Ring,

"Hey, Dean!"
"Bobby, hey" Dean answered with an exhausted but happy tone,

"Happy 23rd birthday son." Dean sniffled a bit,

"Thank you, Bobby."
"It's alright, ya idjit!" Bobby replied with a loving tone before sighing, "I take it yer daddy and brother ain't said anythin'"
"You would be correct."
"Give 'em a call Dean."
"I will Bobby, thank you again."

Click.

Ring Ring,

"What Dean? I'm busy." Sam's angry voice came through the line and for once, it was Dean that hung up shocking the younger brother a bit, but Sam thought nothing of it and went back to celebrating his girlfriend's, Jess, birthday [AN Pretend they started dating the first year Sam got to Stanford].

Click.

Ring Ring,

"Dean?"
"Hey dad,"
"What is it, son? I'm a bit busy."
"It's my -you know what nevermind, it's not important, sorry for wasting your time, sir," Dean said before hanging up on his father, who clearly didn't remember that the date was January 24th aka Dean's birthday.
Click.

Ring Ring,

"Hello?" Came a girl's voice through the phone,

"Where is Sam? Who are you?" Dean asked harshly as a stranger answered his brother's phone and his brotherly and hunter instincts shot into action,

"Oh, I'm Jess his girlfriend, Sam's in the shower."
"Oh. Right. Sorry."
"It's alright." She giggled through the line, "Would you like to leave him a message or shall I get him to call you back -" She paused and looked at the caller ID "- ugh sorry what's your name?"
"Does it not say in the caller ID?" Dean asked,

"No, unless your name just so happens to be D." There was a slight pause,

"It's fine, don't bother leaving a message, he wouldn't care," Dean said before hanging up and releasing a sob. That one letter for his caller ID was the exact thing his father had done to Sam, in John's phone a simple 'S' was in there for Sam. If that wasn't a sign of being disowned, then he didn't know what was.

Click.

Ring Ring,

"Hey, Sammy!"
"It's Sam and I'm busy."
"Wait! I just wanted to wish you a happy birthday and see if you wanted anything." Dean said quickly before Sam could hang up,
"Yeah, well I might not want you to wish me a happy birthday. Hell, for a gift why don't you stop fucking calling me." And with that not only did Sam get odd looks from a few of the guests at his party, he hung up and broke more of Dean's already shattered heart.

Click.

Ring Ring,

"This is Sam Winchester, sorry I can't make it to the phone right now, please leave a message and I'll get back to you later." BEEP. Came Sam's voicemail, Dean knew it was pointless, his brother wouldn't call him back -hell he'd probably ignore the message.

"Hey, Sammy. I just want to say I'm sorry. I'm sorry for not being enough for you and for embarrassing you. I'm sorry for being a jerk. You won't have to deal with me anymore, don't worry. I'll leave you be. Just know that I'm proud of you and I…I love you Samm-" BEEP. The voicemail was cut short. Dean sighed.

He called his dad, but it went straight to voicemail.

"I love you, Dad." Is all Dean left.

Ring Ring,

"Hello?"
"Hey, Bobby."
"Dean? What's wrong?"
"I just wanted to say…" Dean paused not knowing what to say,

"What is it, son?" Bobby said, concern filling his voice, "Dean? You're scaring me son."
"Thanks for everything Bobby. Goodbye." And Dean hung up.

Click.

Heading to the bathroom, Dean filled the tub with luke warm water before getting in it fully clothed. Laying in the bath tub, Dean continued to ignore the continuous ringing of his phone, tears leaked from his eyes as he grabbed his favourite knife and cut across his wrists. He knew how to kill himself in a quicker and pain free way, but he felt like he needed to suffer as he slowly bled out into the once clear water.

As he drifted into oblivion, he vaguely heard the sound of his name being shouted over and over and over again…

Ring Ring,

"Hello?"
"Sam, it's Bobby."
"Oh hey, Bobby, what's up?"
"You coming over for break?"
"Yes. I should be there tomorrow night."
"Okay."
"Bobby are you alright?" Sam asked in concern but Bobby had already hung up,

Click.

Ring Ring,

"This is John Winchester. I can't be reached. If this is an emergency, call my son Dean 866-907-3235. He can help." BEEP.

"Answer your damn phone. Get to mine as soon as you get this message." Bobby stated simply before hanging up.

Click.

Author's Notes:

Sorry, it's short, this is only going to be a two chaptered story.

Sorry for not uploading in forever, truth be told I have so many on going stories on my laptop and written down on paper, some of which are Avenger related, I just haven't uploaded them because they're probably shit!

Next chapter should be up in a few days.

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