The Secrets He Kept -CH 7
Summary: You've known the Winchester family since you were very small. You love Dean, you always have and you'll do anything to help your friend no matter the cost. You've helped Dean get his singing career off the ground but now that he and his wife, Lisa have moved back to Kansas and settled into a massive property you have started to notice some changes. Can you help him without ruining your relationship?
Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Mary Winchester, Lisa Braden-Winchester, you/ Y/N, Jody Mills, Castiel Novak, Ketch, Meg,
Warnings: Heavy angst, domestic violence (male receiving), friends to lovers, slow burn, some fluff, and lots of language (but it's me so you probably knew that already).
Chapter Warnings: character in hospital,
A/N: some of the things described in this fic come from what I saw with the experience a friend of our family had with his ex. Violence at the hand of a significant other is very hard to spot sometimes, but if you (no matter gender) are experiencing abuse please reach out. Many towns/ cities have a local group that can help you but if you don't know who to reach out locally or are concerned about privacy you can go to this website they have an option for backing out and deleting your browser history if you need the extra security. Please don't suffer alone.
@deans-baby-momma thanks for your help with this one!
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The images for the cover and dividers are from IG and Supernatural Wiki and edited by me.
“I’m just guessing, but it’s the natural path, the bedroom was a mess; broken bedside lamp, the chair next to the closet was on its side, and several small items on the floor like they’d been thrown. The mirror at the end of the hall was off kilter like someone had bumped into it, the glass figurines Lisa keeps on the table in the hallway next to Dean’s office were smashed on the floor and then his office looked like a warzone. Sorry to be dramatic but picture frames were all broken or had the glass broken out of them, so was his tablet, his golf clubs were knocked over and I’m wondering if one was used on him. The cut on his face lined up with the shape of one of his awards that was laying on the floor in the office,” Y/N rubbed her temples, “Lisa was nowhere to be found and he was left for dead. Speaking of which where is she?”
Cas frowned, “she was reached but said she needed to finish filming her clip for tomorrow.”