Literature
Into The Dark (Dean X Reader)
You sat cross-legged on your bed. A razor blade, a full bottle of sleeping pills, and a elegant written note in front of you.
Done.
That's how you felt. The weight on your shoulders was crushing you, bringing you down into an early grave. The storm cloud that always hovered over you was now striking you with lighting bolts of sadness.
You may be dating a hunter, but you were positive, nothing could hunt down your pain.
Tears streamed down your face. You had used Sam's computer to look up painless ways to kill yourself. But every answer told you not to, only one said it was extremely painful.
It didn't matter.
You deserved the pain. If y
