You Are Strong
One-shot

Reader's POV (Gender: Neutral)

The emerald green grass covers the rolling hills around you. You breathe in the country air, soaking up those precious UV rays and listening to the wind, the birds, and the squirrels. Most people dream about a penthouse in New York City, in the middle of opportunity. You would rather be in the middle of nature.

You watch the tiny birds flit around the tall trees as you walk down the dirt path. You know that demon bitch is around here somewhere. You can smell the sulfur. The footprints in the dirt are fresh. You stop walking, standing as still as possible, listening to your surroundings.
A cloud of birds swarm out of a nearby tree. You run toward it, hand on the knife at your waist. You slam into something – hard – and fall to the ground.

"Damn it, watch where you're going!" Dean yells, throwing his hands up. You flinch, crawling back a few feet. When you look up at him his expression is one of confusion.

"What's wrong with you?" He questions, getting to his feet.

He comes to stand in front of you, extending his hand with a quick motion. You flinch again, this time letting out a small cry.

"Seriously, what's wrong with you?"

Sam's voice chimes in behind him. "What's going on you?"

You shake your head. "It's nothing. Let it go."

Dean takes your hand, pulling you up from the ground. "I will not. Now tell me what's going on with you."

"It's nothing!" You shout, jerking away.

You try to move past them but Sam grabs you. "Hey. You can trust us. You know that."

Dean's eyes light up with sudden intuition. "What ever happened to your parents?"

You look to the ground. "I don't know what you're talking about. Nothing happened to my parents."

"So why aren't you with them?"

"Dean... Please don't."

He scoffs, rubbing the back of his neck. "They hurt you?"

"No!" You answer much too quickly.

Sam's eyes widen. "What?"

You give up, shrugging and tossing up your hands. "What do you want me to say, huh? That my dad was an abusive dick? That he beat me everyday for doing one little thing wrong? That my mother was too scared of him to do anything about it? What do you want from me? Do you want me to cry? Do you want me to beg you to not make fun of me for being so goddamn afraid of the world?"

Tears streak down your face. You wipe at them with the side of your hand and let out a sigh.

Dean puts his hand on your shoulder. "You will never have to worry about that again. You know why? We will never let anything happen to you."

Sam drapes his arm around your shoulders. "You're strong for leaving. You deserve to get away from that. You're an amazing person."

"No I'm not."

"Yes, you are. And just because some prick tells you different doesn't mean he's right." Dean's voice is gruff.

You smile, only a little, and look up at these boys who seem so accepting. "I don't know what I'd do without you."

Dean grins. "You'll never have to find out."