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âhumans donât do anything for freeâ somewhere out there there is a guy who spent days if not weeks of his life cataloguing every stupid thing you can do on stardew valley so that you can minmax the fuck out of growing potatoes on a pixel grid for quite literally no reason but that it might help someone else
Summary: "Through the fault of her golden heart, the reader gets brutally raped. Leaving scars not only on her body but also in her mind"
Pairings: Dean!Brother x Sister!Reader, Sam!Brother x Sister!Reader
Warnings: Sexual assault, Rape, Blood, Swearing, Mentions of nudity
A/N: "This story is also very personal to me as a victim of SA. If any of the warnings trigger you I'd advise you not to continue reading. I have written this story as a way to cope with what I've been through. I hope it will also help those of you who struggled with similar things or will help you understand the victim's perspective better."
"I've posted this fic on my previous account but it got deleted, I've also rewritten it so I hope you all enjoy"
Word count: 1100ish
It was already past midnight. You and your brothers were going to the local bar. They wanted to talk to the bartender, who witnessed a ghoul attack. You went there at night to get information from him that you wouldn't collect during a typical interrogation.
Sam and Dean were going to talk to him. Even though you could easily use a fake ID to enter a place like this. Your overprotective brothers didn't see it the same way. They still saw you as their baby sister.
âWe don't want you to get hurt by drunk men.â
You couldnât understand why they were so concerned.
You were seventeen! You were soon to be an adult huntress, so you had to be capable of taking care of yourself.
âY/Nâ Sam's voice shook you out of your spiraling train of thoughts. âY/N, are you listening to me?â Sam looked at you from the front seat.
âWhat? Sorry, I wasnât listening,â you mumbled, looking away from the window.
âI said...â His voice cracked a little, so he cleared his throat. âI said, when we get to the place, just stay in the car and wait for us politely. If anything, you call us right away.â You rolled your eyes in response. Sam gave you a serious look, waiting for your answer.
âY/Nâ Dean warned you, looking at you through the rearview mirror.
âOf course, Iâll do it, Samuel.â You countered with a typical British accent and gave him a playful smile. He just smirked and turned towards your brother. Next thing you knew, you were parked in front of the bar. Dean turned to you with a concerned look one last time.
âY/N, weâll be back soon. Stay in the car, and donât be stupid.â He ordered in his fatherly tone. You just nodded and watched as they both left.
You waited five minutes after your brothers entered the bar. You wanted to make sure they weren't coming back any time soon.
As you realized you were good to go, you left the car and closed it behind you. You just wanted to steal some money from oblivious drunk locals. You wanted to have enough cash to get out with your friends next week.
You were right in front of the entrance to the bar when you heard a silent call for help. It came from the back.
You scanned the empty parking lot as you heard it again. The gun was already in your hands as you rushed behind the building. Someone might've been hurt.
With a pounding heart, you looked at the back of the first garbage dump. To your surprise, it was empty.
Suddenly everything turned black, feeling a sharp pain on the back of your head.
***
The first thing you remembered was pain.
Laying on the ground, you struggled to catch your breath. It was hollow and unsteady.
Tears were running down your face as you tried to lift yourself. The icy wind stung your wet skin.
Your head was pulsating and felt empty.
Where am I?
You sat there, wearing only a shirt, shoes, and ripped jeans, trembling at the sight of your body.
What happened?
Shreds of your pants were thrown around as you sat on the blood-stained concrete.
The realization of what happened hit you like a slap in the face. Tears were stinging your bruised cheeks as you looked at your wounds.
"Aren't you a pretty thing?"
You felt sick.
You've never wanted to turn back time so much as you did right then. You wept, trembling as you saw your grazed hands and broken nails.
"Why are you so feisty? I know you want this"
Seeing your body made you gag.
Your stomach became empty as you struggled to move away from the pool of blood and vomit you sat in. The bruises on your wrists didnât help as you tried to crawl aside, groaning in pain.
The ace was the only thing that made that moment feel real.
A big cut on your thigh made you lose even more blood as you dragged yourself towards a gap between trashcans. Gathering your last bits of will, you pressed your leg, struggling to stop the bleeding.
You didnât know how long you were laying there, trying to muffle your helpless cries.
You cursed through clenched teeth, realizing your gun and phone were gone. Not being able to alarm your brothers made you even more horrified.
You sobbed while working to cover yourself. Frightened by all that happened, you curled up, causing a sharp wave of pain in your legs.
Being weak and unable to move, you had to hide and stay silent. You had to face the terrifying fact.
He might come back.
He will come back.
It will happen again.
It will happen again.
It will happen again.
Panic made you freeze again.
You couldnât believe how all of this happened. Your head was spinning as you tried to recall your attacker. His face or anything about him.
Nothing.
A blank face stared back at you, grinning as he inched closer and closer to your limp body.
As you gathered your thoughts, you remembered that at all times, you had a small knife hidden in your boots.
As if it was your last hope, you squeezed it in your hand after pulling it out of your shoe.
If he was going to come back for you, werenât going to give up without a fight.
You sat in silence, trying to calm your unsteady breathing as you held the knife in one hand and tried to stop the bleeding with the other. To your horror, you picked quiet footsteps.
Someone was coming towards you.
You clenched your fingers on the dagger until your knuckles whitened.
âY/N?!â
It was Sam.
He was looking for you.
You dropped your blade and wept with relief.
âOh my God, Y/N!â He ran towards you with horror written out on his face.
âDonât look at me, please!â You gasped through tears, covering yourself.
It felt ridiculous, but you didnât want him to see you in that state.
Ignoring your pleading, he kept his eyes open. He quickly took off his jacket and helped you put it on.
âY/NâŠâ Samâs voice broke down. Even though the tears blurred most of your vision, you could tell that he knew.
"No one will come for you."
The guilt in his eyes hurt you even more than bruises on your thighs.
With trembling hands, you zipped the jacket up and struggled to stand. His clothes were too big, so they covered you to the middle of your thigh. You lost balance, but Sam immediately caught you and supported you.
âSon of a bitch! Y/N!â You wept as you heard Deanâs screams. He was already running towards you both. âY/N, what the hell happened?!â
You didn't respond.
You couldnât.
A lump in your throat grew bigger and bigger as you approached the car.
âY/N!â Dean cried, trying to catch your attention.
âSomething... bad.â you managed to say through gathering tears. Your voice cracked with every syllable.
The oldest brother opened the Impala and helped you get into it. Both your brothers quickly sat in the front seats, turning back to you.
âTell me what happened!â Dean yelled out impatiently.
You could bearly breathe, your lips trembling with every attempt to say it.
Dean furrowed his eyebrows as he realized. Sam tried to calm him down, but it was already too late.
âThi-this man...â you mumbled. You couldn't control your shaky voice.
The whole thing seemed unreal to you. It felt like you were watching yourself through someone else's eyes.
âHe raped me...â you whispered before you broke down.
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sending love to those who are struggling with food over the holidays, those who have to deal with deadnaming and unsavoury comments about their bodies from unaccepting family members, and to those who are keeping a smile on their face at the dinner table even though theyâd rather be curled up in bed with the curtains drawn. youâll be okay đ«¶
