supernatural one shots

Your life

Warnings: smut, abusive relationship, mentions blood, language, fluff.

Pairing: Sam+ Y/n.

It's been two years since you've spoken to your family, and even longer since you saw them. You were taken in by Bobby Singer when your parents were killed, and had grown up alongside the Winchester brothers. They are your unofficial family, as Bobby says, family don't end in blood. Unfortunately though, you aren't allowed to see or speak to them. You miss them everyday, and you always wonder how they are.

You're currently sitting on your bed, looking through your photo album at pictures from your past life, while silent tears fall down your cheeks. A tear drops onto one of the pictures, and you wipe the tear from it with your thumb. The door behind you opens suddenly, and you aren't quick enough to hide what you are doing.

"What are you doing?" A voice asks, as you close the album and place it on the bed beside you, trying to control your tears.

"Hi Dave, just looking through some stuff, nothing important." You say, trying to fake a smile.

"Don't lie to me bitch, I know you're looking at those pictures, reminiscing about your past lover aren't you." Dave seethes.

"No, just miss Bobby. He's like my father, and I'm missing him." You say quickly.

"I told you, don't lie to me!" He shouts, causing you to flinch.

"You're thinking about him. I've warned you, you're mine and only mine!" He shouts again and back hand slaps you across the face, making pain shoot across your cheek and jaw. You move your hands in front of your face, hiding from his view.

"Don't act like that, you know you deserve it." He shouts and grabs your hair, tugging it back until you're looking up at him with tears filling your eyes.

"Only have eyes for me, do you understand?" He groans in your face, making you feel the vibrations radiating from your chest.

"Yes." You whimper, feeling weak and pathetic.

"Good, and I'm going to show everyone you belong to me." He says sternly, then moves his mouth down to your neck to suck a dark purple mark onto your skin.

You try to hold in your sobs, waiting for him to leave first. He stands back up straight, and let's go of your hair, grinning down at the mark on your neck.

"There we go, no-one will want you, you're stuck with me." He chuckles darkly, then slaps you as he leaves the room.

You wait to hear the front door close, and his engine to start, before breaking down into tears. You throw yourself down on the bed and hug your pillow close to you. It's not the first time Dave has hit out at you, you're used to it now. Sometimes he hits you continuously until you pass out on the floor, beaten and bloody.

You want to leave, but you don't know where you'd go, and you know that Dave would still find you. You look at the time, and realize you've still got two hours until he's due back. You come up with a quick plan, and pack anything sentimental into a bag. You don't have much belongings, just photos and a ring from your mum.

You sneak out of the house, and rush a few blocks away. There's a telephone box on the corner, but you want to get further away, so you keep walking. You've walked for a while, feeling the tension in your legs, when you see another telephone box. You rush towards it and call the number you know by heart, after a few rings, a deep voice rumbles.

"Hello."

"Bobby, it's…"

"Y/n, where in god's name have you been?" He grumbles.