#i saw a gLIMPSE of a spoiler with baby cup and as usually- im MAD that i saw it

[dragondingus]

‪327 of 365: No offense but um— I LOV THIS BABY BOY !!‬ 💖💖💖

[spencer-reids-snow-white]

Bunny Rabbit

Dean Winchester x Non-Binary!reader

Summary: Dean and reader have a rough fight and things take a very ugly turn for the worst.

TW: mention of suicide, death, alcohol addiction, swearing, mentions of smut, and self-harm

requested: @li-mini hope you like it. :)

Words: 1020+

Notes: (spoilers?) I’ve made my own changes to the storyline, please don’t attack me. I made myself cry so it is not for the faint of heart. I hope that everyone knows that even though suicide looks like the only answer, its not. Please talk to someone, you can even text me (I may not respond right away) but there are people that still love you even when you think the world is crashing down.

National Suicide Tip Line: 1-800-273-8255

 _______________________________________________________________

“You know what IM GOING OUT!”

You couldn’t believe this; you couldn’t fucking believe this. You and Dean had gotten into another fight, but things were never this bad, they never got to the point where he stormed out. It didn’t happen when Jack went missing, when you found out that he had been c*tting himself, or when Lisa and Ben died in a tragic car accident. All of things may have happened but he never gave up and we kept on saving people hunting things the family business, ya’know. Usually we would get so trashed that we either passed out on the couch or fuck each other’s brains out until the sun came up but, that was also when we could put the small things behind us.

You ran to the kitchen in the bunker and took out a bottle of whiskey gulping down the harsh tasting alcohol, by the time you looked at the bottle you had already drunk half of it knowing that you could just convince Sam to tell Dean that he drank it in the morning. Really the atmosphere in the bunker has really gone downhill and no matter how many pies, beer runs, and marshmallow nachos I offered to make no one wanted anything to do with each other.

You finally go looking for Sam because he is the only one you can about all of this with that won’t look at you like your bat-shit crazy but, like the older Winchester, Sam nowhere to be found. You yelled for them for what seemed like forever and yet nothing, but echoes of your own voice fill the halls. It’s ironic that when you needed the most he wasn’t there. You decide while they are more than likely storming the nearest bar and fucking the nearest hooker, to remember the good memories.

^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^

“Hey bunny, can you hand me that lug wrench and a beer please.” Dean said to you as he and Sam continued to work on the car together. Ever since Dean and I had started dating every week is a new nickname and sometimes I can’t keep track of which nickname it is this week either ‘pie’ (because it’s his favorite thing to eat) or ‘babe’. “Sure thing, Cool Rider.” You smiled as you handed Dean the tool and his beer as you wrapped your arms around his waist and kissed his neck. “Don’t start something you can’t finish cutie pi-” Dean was immediately cut off by Sam laughing and pointing at his d!ck “Yo Bunny, you owe me a beer and twenty bucks, suck that.” Dean was appalled as you grabbed a twenty and a beer and handed it to him.

“Excuse me, I still have no idea what just happened.” You and Sam looked at each other and then stared at Dean until he finally got it, ”When did you guys make a bet on me and what was it?” You looked at Sam and laughed ”Pay up baby Winchester!” you yelled as you chased Sam and as Dean chased you both throughout the bunker.

^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^

For the first time tonight, you felt alone and hopeless, not even Gabriel was willing to talk to you, you pulled up your sleeves and felt hot tears rolling your cheeks. Throwing the bottle across the room into shards as you picked one up and held it in your hand feeling the glass prick your skin, the feeling giving you a sense of relief you didn’t know you needed. There was a tiny voice in the back of your brain was yelling nonsense you didn’t want to hear as the tears started to fall faster and faster but, that little voice said he’ll be quiet if you just cut yourself once, just once. So, you do but that voice comes back louder so you do it again and again.

So, by the time you hear the door slam in the bunker signaling that Sam had arrived in the bunker. He runs down those steps and tries to stop the bleeding, but you’ve lost too much, and you see those same tears you had streaming down your face down his as he held you whispering that he doesn’t want to be the only one left. “I love you, Dean Winchester.” You sigh as a single tear slips from your eye as your body grows cold.

Later that morning, Dean expected to see you sitting at the dining room table eating your bacon and eggs you have every morning. Instead he was met with a crying Sam and a coffee cup filled with beer in his hand as he took small sips before crying again. Dean searched the entire bunker but the last place he looked was your room. He knocked before stepping inside and once he saw you laying over the covers with your arms laid over each other but, he caught a glimpse of a cut and shook his head not believing what he was seeing, Dean turned pale. “Bunny not you too, please come back.” He sobbed as he laid next to you, all he wanted was to make you happy, give you the world if he could.

The fact that he couldn’t protect you anymore ruined him he would only catch you in his dreams and when he thought he saw your ghost. Dean’s and Sam’s drinking got worse as they descended into madness. Their grasp on reality became a blur it wasn’t until two months later Sam finally says something just above a whisper, ”They said they loved you Dean.” Dean was beyond livid “They WHAT?!” He screamed at Sam, crying as he wiped his eyes. Dean hadn't  forgiven Sam for months but, eventually came around and vowed to never drink or smoke again cold turkey and it worked.

At that moment Dean did believe that from then on, he felt your gaze on him as he went through life with his guardian angel.

“I love you too, bunny.”