Dean
Slut, bitch, whore, skanky, ugly, fat. The words that those girls had said when you were in the mall shopping for new clothing. You used to be depressed and use to cut. Now those feelings returned. You went home with your new clothes throwing them on the floor by the closet. The boys were on a hunt so you didn't have to worry about anything. You grabbed your knife running it across your wrists deeply. You knew that scars would be left just like old times. You moved the knife to your arms cutting deeper with every cut. The door opened without you hearing. You dropped the knife and hit the floor barely conscious.
Dean: Y/N I'm home....OH MY GOD!!!!!!!!!!
Dean ran hitting his knees sliding to you.
Dean: Y/N STAY WITH ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!
You struggled to breathe then you passed out. You woke up with your wrists and arms bandaged.
Dean: Why would you do this princess?
You: Girls at the mall called me a slut, skank, bitch, fat and ugly. I had just bought clothes and was leaving. It brought up my depression and cutting memories.
Dean: Princess you are none of those things. You are definitely NOT fat. You have beautiful curves and your beautiful. Model your outfits for me.
You got up grabbing a bad walking to the bathroom changing into a belly top and a pair of shorts. You walked out. Dean' s eyes widened.
Dean: Princess...you're..you're so gorgeous
Dean walked towards you pulling you back towards the bed. He sat down pulling you onto his lap. Grabbing you where you were straddling his lap with his hands resting on your legs.
Dean: Princess I mean it. You're so beautiful and don't listen to what anyone says because I love you.
Dean leaned in kissing you passionately.

Sam
You felt stupid compare to Sam. He was so intelligent and you didn't know anything. You tried so hard to learn but it just wasn't happening. You felt like you were back in high school again. You weren't the smartest kid and everyone even teachers made fun of you. You struggled through everything. You grabbed your razor blade carving the word stupid into your arm. You kept going switching arms. Suddenly the razor was ripped from your hands.
Sam: Baby stop it
You: Why? I'm so stupid compared to you!
Sam: That's not true baby
You: Yes it is Sam!
Sam pulled you toward the couch giving you Gone With The Wind.
Sam: Read the first few pages
You read aloud for a few minutes reading right over the more sophisticated words. You knew what everyone meant.
Sam: See baby you read that with ease and I know you know what they mean
You: Yeah I did
Sam: See, you're just as smart as me
You smiled kissing him.

Cas
You had recently cut. Everything was stressing you out. Everyone was busy so you did the only thing you knew you could do at the time. You were sitting there staring at them.
Cas: What are those marks Y/N?
You: I cut Cas
Cas Why angel?
You: Everything was stressing me out. I didn't want to bother anyone
Cas: Angel I want you to stop. From now on come talk to me. I'll listen to you.
You: Alright Cas

Gabe
You felt like Gabe could do so much better than you. You were just a waste of space. That' s what you thought. Grabbing your blade you cut your legs deep. Blood started gushing out. You still didn't feel better.
Gabe: Y/N STOP!
You stopped and stared at Gabe emotionless. He threw the knife to the side healing you and kissing you roughly.
Gabe: Don't ever do this again. I love you.
You: I don't feel like you deserve me.
Gabe: Babe I promise you I love you and want you.
Let's just say Gabe showed you how much he loved you that night.

Crowley
You weren't a demon or an angel luckily. You had a demon blade and were dragging it across your upper arms. The demons had been telling each other how Crowley would be better without you. You kept cutting ignoring everything around you.
Crowley: Love stop.
You stopped looking up at Crowley crying. He wiped your tears away.
Crowley: I heard what the demons said and I promise you I will never leave.
He snapped his fingers and black ring appeared with a red heart in the center of it. He put it on your ring finger.
Crowley: It's not a engagement ring but a promise ring. I promise one day you will actually be the Queen of Hell and we will get married.
Crowley leaned in kissing you.

John
You were depressed terribly. You drank more recently and you stayed in your room. You couldn't eat or sleep. You had your knife in your hand and drug it across your wrist blood gushing out. You swapped wrists. This time you dug the knife in deeper where you could feel like fainting. You fell hard and hit your head on the bathroom floor. Your eyes were wide open your breathing heavy.
John: Y/N I'm h.... OH GOD!!!
You could hear him crying.
John: Please don't do this to me
He ran grabbing the first aid kit cleaning and stitching your wounds. You felt a little better so you sat up. John propped your back against his chest.
John: Baby please don't ever do this again. I can't lose you too.
You: I wont go I promise. I will stop I promise.
John picked you up carrying you to the bed laying you down. He layed in front of you holding you close to him kissing you. You both pulled away breathless.
John: I love you
You were weak so you kissed in response.

A/N this is all I'm doing for this preference because I honestly have no other ideas.