I'm starting a new story called Supernatural Imagines. Ideas are pulled from Tumblr but if you have any suggestions feel free to PM me or leave them in the comments. You can leave suggestions in my ask on my Tumblr blog called Fandom Parodies as well. Enjoy!


~Dean Finds out That You Self-Harm~

Warnings: Suicidal Thoughts, Self-Harm and Slight Schizophrenia

It's been 24 hours since the razor touched your skin. Which is a start. For you anyways.

"One day at a time" you murmur to yourself whilst staring at your disheveled reflection in the bathroom mirror.

Look at you. You're pathetic. A low life. Worthless. No one wants you around. Don't you get it. Not even Dean, your own boyfriend, wants you around anymore. You know why? Because you're a burden, a heavy one at that.

The only way to quiet the voices was to bleed them out. At least that's the only way you know. Nothing else seems to work. So slicing up your arms is your lasting alternative. It doesn't hurt much at this point. You've been doing it enough to where the pain has rendered you numb.

Slowly you pull down the sleeves of your long sleeve shirt. The cuts are too new to be covered by concealer. It's winter right now so your attire shouldn't raise any eyebrows. You sigh deeply and mentally remind yourself to put a smile on your face.

Fake it till you make it. You remind yourself.

You pull open the bathroom door and look at the still sleeping figure of your boyfriend, Dean Winchester, curled up in the bed that the two of you share. You felt your faux smile fall into a frown as the voices spoke up.

I bet he's dreaming about someone prettier, skinnier, smarter than you (Y/N). Someone who doesn't have to worry about losing her boyfriend to another girl because they are obviously the most attractive girl in the room. Sadly (Y/N), that's not you. It will never be you. So quit wasting everybody's time and just kill yourself.

The urge to cut is overwhelming. Your arms are pulsing, begging, for you to bring that sharp metal against your skin once again. You know that cutting so soon after having just deformed your arms 24 hours prior is dangerous, but you aren't in the condition to care about your health or wellbeing at the moment.

"(Y/N)? Why are you outta bed? It's 6 in the morning." The sleep-roughened voice of your boyfriend brought the voices to a crashing halt.

"I had to use to bathroom." You lie.

"Well come on back to bed. It's cold without you here." He grumbles.

You don't have the energy to argue so you pad towards the bed and quickly crawl under the covers until you are plastered against Dean. You don't think anything of your current position until you feel your bare arm brush against Dean's bare back. Your sleeve had hiked up in the process of snuggling your boyfriend, revealing your self mutilation.

Dean feels around for your arm and pulls it between you and him. He squints at your scars, the lack of light and the fact that he just woke up makes it hard for him to recognize what you've been doing to yourself.

"Turn on your lamp (Y/N)." Dean commands.

"I can explain." You stammer.

"The lamp. Now." Dean says, his voice dangerously deep and controlling.

You reach behind you with your free arm and click on the lamp. Soft yellow light illuminates the room, as well as your new cuts and not so new scars.

"(Y/N). What the hell is this." Dean growls. You find yourself attempting to rip your arm from his vice-like grip.

"It's nothing Dean." You lie in a small voice, knowing full well that you've been caught.

"Like hell its nothing! How long has this been goin' on (Y/N)? Weeks? Months? Years?" He finishes quietly. It is clear to you that your self-mutilation has caused him a great deal of heartache as well as anger.

"The voices. The voices in my head tell me that I'm not worthy of your love. That I'm not worthy for this world even. They beat me down until all I can do to quiet them is to bleed them out. They call me fat and ugly! They say that you're going to leave me for a prettier woman!" You sob, leaning towards your hunter for support.

"(Y/N why didn't you tell me? Of course I don't think you're ugly. I'm never going to leave you for someone prettier because to me, you are the prettiest girl in the world. You're not fat either." Dean finishes, his eyes tracing every cut and scar carefully.

"I didn't want you to think that I'm crazy." You answer quietly. Dean's eyes leave your arm and flick towards your (E/C) ones.

"We're all a little bit crazy. Sam and I will figure out how to get rid of the voices. But for now. Please don't ever hurt yourself again. I understand that it's a method of coping but you need to come to me or Sam from now on. It's a whole helluva lot better than cutting yourself. Okay babe?" Dean asks, his green eyes never leaving yours.

Then the dam broke. Tears began streaming down your face faster now. Your sobs were muffled by the bare skin of Dean's chest. He rubbed his callused hands across your back in soothing circles. Slowly your cries lessened and you pulled your head back to look at your boyfriend.

"I love you. Please don't do this again." Dean rasps.

You lean towards him and capture his lips in a meaningful kiss which he returns quickly. After a few minutes of languid kissing, you pull back and lean your forehead against Dean's.

"I love you too." You answer.


I understand that this is a very morbid imagine for the first chapter but this was the first one that came to mind. I promise you guys that the next one will be a lot less morbid. I will have warnings at the beginnings of each chapter, use your discretion.

Please leave suggestions in the comments!
-Sparkles