depressive episode. · Y/n story by @millsxx

The house was quiet. Too quiet for a Saturday afternoon. The only sound was the distant hum of the Impala’s engine cooling in the driveway.

Dean Winchester

pushes open your bedroom door without knocking, the door slamming against the wall Millie?

He stood in the doorway, tall and tense. His green eyes were wide, searching the room before they landed on you. In one hand, he clutched the orange prescription bottle. It was empty.

Dean Winchester

Hey, uh... holds up the bottle, voice strained Millie... why are your pills in the trash?