Supernatural | One-Shots

The Scars: Sam W.

Words: 1143 
Warnings: Self-harm mention 
This one kind of sucks but it's okay. There isn't a self-harm scene, it's just brought up slightly.
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"I only want to cuddle up next to you and just sleep. That's all I ask for now," Sam muttered into (Y/N)'s hair as he embraced (Y/P) into a tight hug. (Y/N) lightly ran (Y/P) fingers through his tangled locks with a soft hum of approval. There's nothing else in the world (Y/P) rather do than that.

"Come on, we gotta get you cleaned first. You have blood all over yourself," (Y/N) told him softly as (Y/P) helped him into the bathroom. (Y/P) sat him on the toilet lid and turned the water on in the tub.

"I'm fine. I can do this myself," Sam stated childishly. (Y/N) looked at him in a motherly way.

"Try to stand up." (Y/N) had to give him efforted because he did try but he didn't get far before he was leaning (Y/N)'s shoulder. Sam pouted as (Y/N) removed his shirt, "That's what I thought. You literally have a gash the size of Texas in your leg that was just sewn up. You won't be walking on your own for a while." Sam nodded sadly as (Y/N) helped him out of his boxers.

It didn't faze (Y/P) any because (Y/P) has seen him naked before. (Y/P) slowly lowered him into the warm water as he whined gently. (Y/P) carefully propped up his leg with the gash on the side of the tub and turned the water off. Sam hid his dullened orbs from the world as he relaxed into the wall.

"Thank you, (Y/N). You know you don't have to do this for me." Sam turned his head towards (Y/P) but kept his eyes closed as he smiled gently. Unknowingly to him, (Y/N) returned the smile as (Y/P) sat on (Y/P) knees.

"I know I don't," (Y/N) replied softly as (Y/P) used a cup to pour some water over his shoulders, "I'm still amazed at how broad your shoulders are, man. It's like you played American football or something." (Y/N) had him sit up as (Y/P) poured water over his head. Sam smiled as (Y/P) reached for the shampoo.

"I played soccer when I was in middle school and high school if that helps." Sam's eyes rolled back into his skull as (Y/N)'s fingers worked like magic on his scalp. (Y/P) fingers worked through the knots and dried blood. This hunt was really horrible to say, "Mhm, that feels so good, (Y/N)." (Y/N) chuckled as (Y/P) tilted his head back to rinse the shampoo out.

"That would help out with it, playing soccer." (Y/N) moved on to the next step without paying too much attention after (Y/P) finished rinsing the suds out. Sam let his head roll around in (Y/N)'s hands as (Y/P) scratched the conditioner in. Quietness filled the bathroom as (Y/N) finished with his head. (Y/P) grabbed the rag off the sink and dipped it into the water a few times before wringing it out.

(Y/P) put a little body wash on it and handed it to Sam. He rubbed the soap in and started washing his body. (Y/N) sat back and 'watched' him. (Y/P) zoned out and just so happened to be looking at him. After a moment, (Y/N) grabbed the rag and softly washed his back. (Y/P) sighed lovingly as (Y/P) started to rinse him off. He tilted his head back and (Y/P) poured the water on his head again. (Y/N) let the water out as (Y/P) grabbed the towel off the sink.

"You're going to have to stand for a moment alright? Just long enough to rinse the suds off your backside and get you out, okay?" (Y/N) explained lightly as (Y/P) rubbed his hair with the fluffy towel. Sam nodded as he pushed himself up. (Y/N) was quick to help him, "Easy, love."

Sam grunted as he leaned against the wall on the side of the tub. (Y/N), trying (Y/P) fastest to, poured some water over his back. (Y/P) handed Sam the towel and he wrapped it around his waist. (Y/N) wrapped his arm around (Y/P) shoulder and lifted him up. Sam, almost instantly, placed his other foot out of the tub to hold his weight.

"You got to stop doing that, (Y/N). You're going to pull a muscle or something," Sam lightly scolded (Y/P) as (Y/P) sat him down on the toilet once again. (Y/P) waved him off as (Y/P) grabbed his outfit for the night. Sam rolled his eyes as he let (Y/N) pull on his sweatpants, "You never listen." (Y/N) smiled cheekily.

"Alright, come on now." (Y/N) dropped the towel into a pile of old clothes outside the bathroom door. (Y/P) was swift to help Sam up and get him out to their bed. Dean was snoring up a storm already by the time they were done. His hair was wet which got his pillow wet but he didn't seem to care as he looked peaceful, "Okay, easy and careful." (Y/N) got him laying down. (Y/P) pulled off (Y/P) sweater which left (Y/P) in a tank top and a pair of shorts.

Sam opened his arms as (Y/N) climbed into bed with him. (Y/P) laid the covers over them as (Y/P) rested (Y/P) head on his damped chest. (Y/P) arm laid across his side and his arm was around (Y/P) shoulders. (Y/P) softly kissed his forehead as (Y/P) felt his fingers trace over the scars that littered (Y/P) arm and shoulder.

"Each of those scars, both made by you and put on you, are beautiful, so don't think any differently." Sam practically read (Y/P) thoughts as they laid there in the dark, "I love them. I love you. The you that is freakishly strong; the you that is covered in scars; the you that is helpless in math; the you that laughs at the worst time; the you that finds beauty in everything, even when it's the ugliest thing. I love you and if that means the scars too, so be it, because these white and red lines on you won't change you." (Y/N) had tears in (Y/P) eyes as Sam finished his little speech.

"You're too good for me, I swear, Sam." (Y/N) hid (Y/P) face in his neck and (Y/P) hugged him awkwardly. Sam didn't care how uncomfortable it was, it was from (Y/N) and that's all that mattered at the moment. He rubbed (Y/P) back and kissed (Y/P) shoulder as he held (Y/P).

"Darling, you're too good for me," Sam mumbled into (Y/P) hair as they both slowly dozed in and out of sleep. (Y/N) was muttering something inaudible to Sam but he just hushed (Y/P) with a small kiss, "We can go at this all night. I love you, but it's time to sleep."

"I love you too," (Y/N) whispered against his lips as sleep fully took over (Y/P) mind. (Y/P) rested on Sam's arms as he rested his head on (Y/P)s; the night slipped away slowly as they relaxed into an easy sleep. Just the perfect way to end the worst night.