The seasonYou sat there on the bed. You felt like no one wanted you. No one needed you. No one could see your pain, you hid it pretty well most days. Today, though, was really hard. You couldn't concentrate, or even want to concentrate. You knew that it was going to arrive sooner or later, so you tried to prepare yourself mentally everyday. You slowly started to feel it set in. At first you fight it, but soon it took over. Your seasonal depression. Hunting, researching, even living was harder than it was meant to be. And it had taken it's toll on you. You got up later, worked less, ate less, and definitely talked less. You covered it with a smile, though. For your brothers. Well, adopted brothers, kind of.
Sam, Dean, Castiel, and Kevin. Your weird, dysfunctional family. You loved each and everyone of them, but they didn't know about your condition. Every year, well, almost every year, you would go into this funk. This impossibly heavy darkness. Before you met them, you were just a homeless
You brought this on yourselfSam’s Point of View
I look up from my laptop as I hear the door slam. (Y/n) was home from school, and it looks like something is up. She stomps over to her bed, throws her bag onto the bed and paces through the room. I can practically see the anger radiating off of her. I hear her mumbling things like "I should have just killed him, right there. Yeah, that's what I'll do. I hope he does it again, I hope he gives me a reason." Then she laughed a laugh that would send shivers up the spine of any monster near her. As it is I am having a hard time not exercising her. She continues this for a few minutes before I muster up the courage to cautiously ask: "What's up?" She was hardly ever like this. The last time this happened, we had to leave the town because she was throwing knives at some Jehovah's Witnesses. At this point Dean walks in with the groceries that he went to get.
"What's up?? WHAT'S UP?? There is this stupid, arrogant, pig headed, sexist, idiotic, ACCIDENT who happens to