A/N- This was a personal request from a friend who went through a hard time x I wont post your request up here love but know I think youâre absolutely stunning x
Summary- Reader grew up with acne scars which has affected her lifestyle, and reader feels like she isnât good for anyone. Let alone, Dean.
The strong distinct smell of coffee was the reason for your awakening as it lingered throughout the entire bunker. You yawned as you stretched your stiff limbs and the sound of your spine cracking echoed in your room. You rubbed your eyes hoping the sleep would magically disappear as well as your grumpy mood. You were staring into an empty space simply basking in the few moments you had alone with your mind however it was interrupted by three loud knocks.
âY/N?, you up?â Samâs gruff voice rasped behind the heavy wooden doors, his voice deeper than normal indicating he had just woken up.
âYeahâ Your voice came out hushed and soft so you cleared your throat before throwing the heavy blanket off yourself.
âYeah, Iâll be out in a minuteâ You heard a grunt in approval as you heard Samâs feet take him somewhere else. You raised your arms up higher and released a deeply yet satisfying yawn as you made your way to the inbuilt sink.
 You scratched your head and grabbed the familiar bag on the table beside. Zipping open the bag you were welcomed with your beauty products which you couldnât live without. As some say youâre exaggerating you simply sigh and look into the mirror, faced with what you and only you see, nobody else.
The prominents dark circles under your eyes, building up as you spend more nights awake with the Winchesters. Your vibrants y/e/c now dull and lifeless as they stared back at you holding no emotion whatsoever. Yet these tiny aspects of your flaws never bothered you the most compared to what has scarred you emotionally and physically. The oddly grouped indents on your cheeks frustrated you and you couldnât do anything but blame your younger self. You cursed your brain as you failed to treat your acne correctly, when you were 13 you went through a stage every teenager goes through, puberty. Whilst some got the great end of the bargain, you felt you were unfortunate.
The rising red bumps invaded your skin and left their marks behind. Which made you feel as if your skin was anything but perfect. You groaned at your typical negative thoughts and washed your face . You brushed your teeth as well. With droplets of water still on your face, you dried it with a towel and began with your daily routine which took about half an hour to complete.
Time passed and as you finished your makeup off with translucent powder you stepped back and stared at this porcelain face in front of you. You wished this was how you looked all the time but unfortunately life doesnât work that way. You changed out of your pyjamas and into grey sweatpants and a tank top. You unlocked your door and head out towards the kitchen.
âMorningâ You yawned again as you passed by the two brothers sitting on the wooden round table with newspapers in their hands. You made yourself a couple coffee while they mumbled in reply to your greeting.
âWhats on for today?â You grabbed an apple and sat beside Dean but regretting it instantly. You were honestly baffled with how beautiful a person could look in the morning with zero effort whatsoever. You saw how the slight presence of scruff invaded his cheeks which traveled across and down to his prominent cheekbones. His bright pink lips, how they appeared so soft and moist annoyed you the most because youâd often get lost thinking about how they must feel. But what you cherished most about the eldest Winchester was his eyes. The speckles of hazel amongst the green could tame any beast in your opinion. He had seen so much ugly yet his eyes remained beautiful.
âY/N?â Dean snapped his fingers in front of your face and it occurred to you that you were lost in your thought yet once again. You heard Sam snicker and you glared at him before clearing your throat.
âWe were saying we have nothing on today. So Sammy wants to buy some things, wanna come?â You took a sip of your coffee and tucked a piece of hair behind your ears. Sam noticed the way his brother admired Y/N. How he refrained from moving the loose pieces of hair from your face or how your eyes shimmered when he was around. But neither of them made a move, why? Because they were both broken.
âSure let me get changedâ You left the kitchen and walked into your room deciding on what to wear while you were completely unaware of the conversation the winchester boys were having.
âDean come on, you have to tell herâ Dean rolled his eyes at Samâs desperate tone and he folded the newspaper in his hand.
âIâm not going to say anything especially when she doesnât feel the same.â Sam grabbed a grape from his plate and threw it at Deanâs head. Deanâs eyes narrowed at his brother while Sam had annoyed expression plastered on his face.
âAre you freaking kidding? She is crazy about you, Dean. I swear youâre so dense you make Cas look like a genius.â Dean smirked at the slight possibility of you returning his feelings but he shook away those thoughts.
âIf she did then sheâd be more open with me. Sammy, she doesnât talk to us. Why was she so adamant to get a lock? Why canât she trust us?â
âSheâs human Dean, sheâs insecure. Give her timeâ Dean nodded his head knowing his brother was right. He knew you had personal problems with some things but he wanted to know why you couldnât trust him. He wanted you, all of you, flaws and all.
âY/N please make sure Dean doesnât put any crap in the trolley while Iâm not looking. I swear heâs like 8 when it comes to shoppingâ You giggled as you exited the car. Dean flipped his little brother off as the three of you walked towards a grocery store. Before you met Sam and Dean they barely had money to shop at a legit grocery store where they had fresh produce. When the three of you met you fortunately came into a lot of money as your parents passed away due to a rogue âanimal attack.â
You werenât oblivious to the supernatural world, your father was a hunter and well known infact. So when your parents died 3 years ago, Sam and Dean took you under their wing. Taught you how to survive and in return you insisted to be in charge of home products so they didnât need to worry about it. You ended up giving your card to Sam since he was the one shopping the most, and you trusted them, the both of them. It didnât matter since they were family too.
âShut up Sammy, Lucky Charms are not crapâ You saw the two boys bicker and so you decided to buy some personal products while you were here.
âGuys iâll catch up. Just need to grab a few thingsâ They both mumbled a sure before continuing with their petty argument. You walked down the aisle towards feminine hygiene and looked for the usual product you buy. You kept walking until you bumped into what felt like a rock wall.
âOops, sorryâ you looked up to see the same pair of blue eyes you thought you left behind forever. Liam Asher. Your first boyfriend, your first love and your very first heartbreak.
âY-Y/N?â In Front of you stood the one man who ruined your self confidence, who tore down your walls and broke your soul. You felt like you couldnât breathe so you turned around and walked towards where Sam and Dean where.
âWait! Y/N!â Liam grasped your wrist and you turned around to see his eyes ridden with guilt.
âLiam. Let. Me. Goâ Your words laced in venom left him unaffected as his hand was tight around your wrist.
âPlease, Y/N. Do you understand how much Iâve missed you baby pleaseâ You saw the tears pool in his eyes but you were ahead of him as your cheeks were stained. You panicked knowing your makeup was going to run and Liam noticed, his expression became even guiltier as you touched your cheeks.
âHey Y/N, Sam wonât let me buy the luc- Is everything okay here?â You heard Deanâs voice behind you. You turned around and he saw your discomfort, immediately he was by your side pulling Liamâs hand away from yours.
âWhy donât you let her go before i fucking kill youâ You gasped at Deanâs harsh tone and you gently touched his shoulder to calm him down.
âListen man I donât want any trouble. I just wanna talk to my girlâ Your head snapped towards LIam and you shoved your finger against his chest.
âYou do NOT get to call me your girl. I am nothing to you. You made that quite clearâ Liam held your finger while his lips quivered.
âBaby please. I love you so muchâ You shook your head. You couldnât believe his lies. You looked behind to see Deanâs pissed off expression, he wanted to tear Liamâs head off and feed to hellhounds but he was calm, for you.
âLiam. You told our entire school I was a quick fuck.â Deans head whipped towards you so quickly, you swore you heard a snap.
âYOU DID WHAT?â He was about to grab Liams collar but you calmed him down once again.
âDean itâs okayâ You whispered before paying your attention back to Liam.
You told everyone that I was so ugly you needed the lights off to have sex with me. You told them about my scars. You told them you were so ashamed to be seen in public with me and I desperately needed makeup. The entire fucking school laughed at me. Do you understand what youâve done to me? I am constantly afraid someone will see me behind this layer of makeup all because of you. Do I look fucking beautiful now?â you ripped your hand away again and now you were balling. You backed up and you felt Deanâs protective arm on the small of your back. Liamâs head was down the entire time, his once graceful features was now nothing but constant reminder of torment for you. You spent the last year of highschool being bullied every day all because Liam wanted to be popular, he cherished status over you.
âY/N. I know what i did was wrong. Baby youâve always been beautiful, I was lost. Iâm an idiot, iâm so sorry. But baby, weâve known eachother for 10 years. I make a mistake and you run to this guy you donât even know? Your parents wouldnât be happyâ You inhaled a deep sharp of air. Dean tensed behind you and you felt another presence, looking up you saw Sam.
âYou donât know me. You donât know anything about my parents.â You noticed a group of people gathering, you were causing a scene but you needed closure.
âY/N. please we can work this outâ He stepped closer and Sam and Dean stood in front of you protectively.
âWe can never work this out. Do you know for an entire year I was alone?â You moved towards him. âI like someone right now but Iâm too afraid to say anything because then heâll see me without my mask. You have broken me down to a stump, Liam. The names were nothing, it was the physical pain that broke me. People physically hurt me saying you were too good for me. How cliche the popular guy falling for me⌠That didnât bother me but the fact that you cared about what other people thought which ruined us. You let it ruin me. I know iâm not beautiful, I know iâm not gorgeous, I know iâll never be pretty. Yet you knew my darkest fear and used it against me. I can never forgive nor forget that. I loved you, that was before you became a monster.â You turned around and stood in front of the boys. Dean held his keys out before kissing your forehead.
âGo wait in the car, sweetheart. Weâll be right thereâ you nodded and accepted the keys. You walked by various people who sympathetically smiled at you on your way out. You opened the impala and sat down, thinking about what had just happened. You let the tears fall, knowing it was pointless to keep them in.
You punched the chair in front of you out of anger, it took you three years to be somewhat alright. But all that hard work vanished and you were back to square one. You screamed out in pain, for yourself, for your family for everything. When your parents passed, you felt emotionless.Â
The years of torment managed to make you emotionally numb and you didnât get to mourn. So now you were sitting in a car in the middle of a parking lot, screaming. You calmed down after a while and pulled out your makeup bag. You noticed your mascara was slightly running which wasnât a problem but your foundation on your cheeks were gone. Every flaw you tried to hide was now visible and you panicked. You began applying and you didnât notice that the boys had started walking out.
âSammy we shouldâve done more than simply speak to himâ Dean grunted as he rubbed his face against his palm. Sam scoffed next to him holding a few plastic bags.
âDean you scared the crap out of him. Literally. I think when you said âIf i ever find you near Y/N then so help me god, I will drag you to hell and burn you myselfâ. Though I donât think he actually understands the truth behind itâ Dean sighed and he looked up to see you vigorously paint your cheeks.
âSammy⌠sheâs so damn beautiful. How can she not see that?â Sam shrugged and his eyes were on your bloodshot ones. They were drained and tired.
âYou need to show her, Dean.â
The ride back to the bunker was excruciatingly quiet. The boys didnât ask a single question about Liam which you were thankful for. The last thing you needed was more tears running down your face. When the car came to a halt you were instantly out and into your room. You heard a pair of boots follow in your trail but right now you just wanted to rip apart everything in your sight. You ran into your room and locked the door, you hadnât realised you began to shed tears since you felt anger, pain, despair and hatred.
âY/N open upâ Dean soft calm voice could be heard while you picked up the lamp and threw it across the room. You pulled your chair out from under your table and threw it at the wall near you.
âY/N! Please just open this damn door!â When Dean realised you werenât listen he cursed under his breath.
âFuckin hell. SAMMYâ You caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror and didnât recognise the person before you. How did your face manage to ruin who you were? You sat down next to a small pile of broken wood while your head laid on your arms as they were placed on your knees. You heard whispers outside the door, you heard them faintly discuss on breaking the door down so you sighed and got up. You felt terrible as the boys were not meant to blame yet they accepted your broken outburst. You turned off the light and unlocked the door. As you sat down in your previous spot there was a minute of silence until the door handle jiggled and a face came through.
âY/N?â Deans calming tone brought some form of ease in you. For a while now you wanted to be him but comparing yourself to the women he went home with was far too detrimental towards your health. You saw his hand reach for the light which you stopped
âPlease donât turn the light on. Pleaseâ Dean replied with a light okay before mumbling something to Sam who walked away. Dean stepped into the dark room and he could barely see the outline of your hunched body.
âY/N. I know youâre not okay and I want you to not be okay with meâ You sniffled as you felt Dean sit near you. You wiped your cheeks and under your eyes to relieve yourself of some moisture but ultimately failed.
âWhy?â You whispered. The room so quiet you could hear his steady breathing.
âBecause I care for you, Y/N. So much.â You shook your head back and forth not wanting to believe him.
âYou canât Dean. I canât be cared for, iâm nothingâ You felt a hand grasp yours and Dean was right beside you.
âDonât you ever say that to me. Y/N. I cant believe what that Liam ass did but i will make him pay for hurting a beautiful person like youâ You scoffed and removed your hand from his soft embrace.
âDo you wanna know what the worst part is?â Dean remained quiet, a sign for you to continue.
âI fell in love with him, a naive 16 year old nobody and a popular 17 year old somebody⌠how cliche. Right? Dean I have scars on my face that ruined my life. I never hated them until Liam used it as a weapon which was used every day for 365 days. The torment, the bullying it was unstoppable Dean. I donât understand, why did my face have to define me? Is that all I am?â You felt Dean pull you in and you rested your head on his shoulder.
âI told myself that itâs all about the person who i am inside, but what if a began to hate the person I was? Naive, stupid, innocent. I realised that if i hurt my toe or arm i would still be the same person but my face? It has changed who i am and who i want to be. Iâm never good enough Dean⌠iâm never good enoughâ You sobbed into Deanâs arms and you felt both his arms around you. You felt something wet on the crown of your head and you looked up to see a single tear dripping from his beautiful eyes.
âI donât think you know how much it hurts to see you like this.â He whispered while he continued to rock you back and forth.
âWhat Liam did, he will pay for in hell. Iâll personally make sure of that. But Y/N, i donât think you realise how much beauty i see in you.â You lifted your head as you were about to interrupt him until he dipped his head and your lips met with his. Your eyes widened lie the size of golf balls as you felt his lips move against yours. He pulled away but not fully as his lips lingered on yours.
âKiss me back Y/N. Let me show you how beautiful you areâ He placed his lips on yours again and this time you kissed him back. The salty mix of tears was passed around your tongue yet all you could feel was your heart beating erratically. Dean pulled away and his forehead was pressed against yours.
âDo you not see the light in you? Y/N, you have brought so much happiness into this broken family itâs no longer dark but itâs beautiful⌠just like you. Y/N⌠what you make me feel hereâ Dean brought your hand up to his chest and you felt his heart pumping fast and hard. âIs something no one else has made me feel. Your charming yet graceful personality has me on my knees sometimes. Your angelic smile causes my heart to skip a needed beat. I love coming home knowing youre here safe, do you know how much I love knowing i get to come home to you? Your gorgeous eyes melt my heart with a single blink and even though youâre hiding behind that mask i know that your face is as radiant as the sun. You wanna know how i know that?â You hadnât realised you stopped crying and your shoulders felt a bit lighter. You nodded your head and he pecked your lips.
âBecause I have fallen for you. I have fallen for your heart, your hair, your smile, your fingers, your legs.. i have fallen for the most beautiful person on Earthâ You were speechless, never once has anyone made you feel worthy. Never.
âBut all those women⌠Dean iâm nothing like themâ He grabbed your face between his hands and he rested his forehead on yours.
âThey were a temporary fix but baby, youâre the real deal. Y/N please, let me see all of you. Take off that mask and let me love you the way you deserve to be loved. Trust me pleaseâ You contemplated for a minute, this is a huge step but as you stared into his with the slight light from the passage illuminating the dark room, you could see the sincerity. There wasnât a moment of lies but pure sincerity.
âOkayâ You got up and walked to the sink, you turned the tap on and inhaled a shaky breath. You grabbed your makeup removal face wash and scrubbed away the caked foundation. You washed your face and you felt your soft skin free of makeup. You wiped your face with a towel and you heard the light switch flicker. The lights were on and you were exposed.
âItâs okay baby, trust me.â You released a sigh and you felt Dean right behind you. His hands on your waist and his lips next to your ear.
âLet me love all of youâ You turned around with your face still in your towel. Dean reached up and touched your trembling cold fingers which grasped the towel tightly. He pulled each of them away from your face until he held the towel. Your hands were now on his biceps and he held the towel against your cheeks.
âIâve got you babygirlâ He pulled away the towel and for the first time ever he saw the real you. His gasped slightly and you freaked out.
âI knew you would hate it, give me the towel back pleaseâ Dean threw the towel behind him and he grasped your face tightly.
âYou are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen in my entire life. So beautiful, so pure, so hotâ As Dean complimented you he kissed your entire face and you slightly giggled at the odd feeling. He chuckled and stared into your gaze before attacking your lips once more. As things began to heat up you moaned which earned a deep groan from Dean.
âFuck, youâre so hotâ Dean loved you like you deserved to be loved that night. He treasured you like you were a gift from god. He treated you like a queen, he made you feel something you hadnât felt in years.
He made you feel like you, beautiful.
That was until Sam ruined it by congratulating the two of you and claiming he was right with âi told you so.â But nonetheless, you never wore makeup around the boys again, unless it was to make you feel powerful and not a mask for you to hide behind. Because in the end, beauty is how you feel inside which reflects in our eyes and Dean noticed your eyes shimmered more every day.
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