(One shot based off of this imagine)
Warnings: Suicidal thoughts
To put it shortly, you were freaking out. Your depression had crept up on you again and this time suicidal thoughts had hit you like a ton of bricks. You couldn’t stop thinking about it. You wanted to be dead. You’d always believed you never should have even been born. You were the accident your parents never wanted. If there was one word to define your life that would be it: accident.
You’d been fighting your suicidal thoughts for the past few days but today they were too much. You were losing the battle. You’d just finished writing a letter to the boys, doing your best to explain things and tell them it wasn’t their fault, they couldn’t have done anything, and now you were pacing your room. You wanted to hold off until Dean got home so you could see him one last time, but it wasn’t working.
Down the hall, in the library, Sam was sitting reading a book when he hears a loud crash echo throughout the bunker. What the hell? he thinks to himself. Wanting to make sure everything was okay he sets his book down and gets up to check it out. It sounded like it had come from your bedroom.