Supernatural One shots

Ellas Story (Sam)

This one was requested from a follower of mine on Tumblr. She was going through something and i wrote this for her.

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I was only eighteen when my parents died and I started living on my own. They were murdered by some monster that the police had given up on trying to find. I had found them lying on the kitchen floor close to death. They both had died in my arms that night. The police couldn't find anything and I was forced to live on my own. I did countless research on what could have killed my parents.

It has been two years later and I still haven't found out what killed them. I had moved into a smaller apartment because it was just me. I had no one to talk to and I basically excluded myself from anyone. I spent most of my days now drawing, writing music and studying.

When I woke up, I shook my shaggy brown hair out of the pony tail it was in and walked in the bathroom. I looked in the mirror, only to see me and a figure behind me. I spun around quickly grabbing the knife I had on my sink. I looked around and I didn't see anything. I ran into my room and threw on a pair of black skinny jeans and my leather jacket. I slipped on my army boots and grabbed my handgun from under my pillow. I looked around and did not see anything.

When I opened the door to my apartment, two men were standing there looking at the gun in my hand and then at me. One was shorted than the other one. The tall one had long brown hair and these beautiful brown eyes. The smaller one had these deep green eyes and a smirk on his face.

"Whoa it's okay. I am guessing from how you are dressed you are a hunter?" The smaller one said.

"Dean, I don't think she is. She looks scarred. Did you see something?" The taller one spoke as he never took his eyes off of me.

"There was this figure. I think it was the same thing that killed my mom. Wait, are you Sam and dean? Winchester?" They looked at me with shock in their eyes. "I read about you. Hunters. I'm not a hunter but I wanted to find what did this to my parents."

"Okay you know our names. What is yours?" The taller one said.

"My name is Ella," I looked up at him and smiled.

The shorter one rolled his eyes and walked inside. "We can help you out, you can stay with us so you aren't alone and we can protect you," he said as he looked around.

"Sure, why not," I said as I grabbed my bag and a couple things from my apartment.

It had been two months since I moved in with Sam and Dean in a place they called a bunker. Sam promised I will remain safe here and that no harm would come to me. Sam and I had grown close to each other, and he was now the closest person I've had since my parents died. Dean was more like a big brother to me now, and he always was protective over me.

Sam and Dean were so fit and always in shape. I always felt worthless because I wasn't. I wasn't big, nor was I fit. I had stopped eating as much and I ended up having an eating disorder. This was nothing new, I always had an eating disorder because I could never fit in a school. I was always bullied for my weight, and I thought it would be best if I just stopped eating.

I also was self-harming myself. I would cut my thighs and the scars are faded but still there. Sam and Dean had no idea I was self-harming when I met them, but I think Sam knows about my eating disorder. He had questioned me one time when I was only eating a salad, while they were chowing down on fast food. I just lied and told him I haven't been hungry.

I was alone in my room, as Dean went out to go to the shop to get pie and beer. I walked in the bathroom and turned on the water to medium hot. I filled the bathtub up and took off my robe. I laid into the water and started to cry. Sometime I would cry for no reason, but I had no idea how to stop it. I picked up the pocket knife I had that was hidden in my bathroom. I made the first cut on my thigh. Then I started making another, and another, and another, and another, until my entire right leg was covered in cuts and blood.

I laid there for what it seemed like hours, but for only thirty minutes. I drained the now reddish-pink water down the drain and got out. I slipped on my grey yoga pants and a white tank top. When I walked out of the bathroom, I walked downstairs and went to the kitchen. Sam was sitting at the counter as he looked up at me and smiled.

I opened up the fridge and grabbed the bottle of vodka and pulled out two cups. I made two mixed drinks and handed one to Sam. He looked at me with a weird face as he smiled.

"What I used to be a bartender. I may be twenty, but I know how to make a drink," I walked to my room and sat on my bed. Sam had followed me and sat across from me and smiled.

"This is really good. Good job Ella," he said as he laid his hand on my thigh, making me wince from the pain. Sam saw when I winced. I could see the worry in his face, "Ella, what is it?"

"Nothing Sam. I'm fine," I looked up at him but he was looking at my thigh. When I looked down, I saw what he was staring at. Some of the cut started to bleed again and was going through my pants. Sam stood me up and pulled my pants off. He looked at my leg as I screamed for him to stop.

A tear started falling down Sam's face, "Why would you do this?"

"I just been so depressed. I'm sorry."

"I know you having an eating disorder and I was going to talk to you about it, but I had no idea, you were going to do this," Sam said as he pulled me close in a hug.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, and cried, "I'm sorry Sammy, I just been feeling so alone. I don't fit in and I'm not in shape like you and Dean."

"Dean and I may be in shape, but you are perfect to me, no matter what size you are. I love you Ella, and I love everything about you," he said as he looked in my eyes, "Please come to me before you even think about doing this again," he laid his hand on your cheek and placed a soft tender kiss on your lips.

You kissed him back just as sweetly and pulled away slowly, "I promise Sammy."