Chapter 24

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As you walk out of the hospital, Dean grabs your hand. The sun was shining bright, it was the middle of summer. You had gotten so used to the cold room you had been locked away in for over a month that it was nice to feel some heat on your skin. You two walk over to the car where you see Sammy sitting and waiting in the front seat. He looks up and gets out of the car and walks over to you.

"Y/n." He smiles and hugs you gently and you try to hug back but your arms are still sore so it hurts, but only a little.

"Hi Sammy," You say as he lets go and takes your bag from Dean. "Thanks." you smile. He smiles back and goes to put it in the trunk.

Dean leads you to the car and opens the door for you. You sit down and feel the warm leather seat on your thighs. Dean shuts the door and both the boys get in the car.

"You ready kiddo?"Dean says as he looks at you through the rear view mirror.

"Yep." You mumble. He starts the car and drives onto the road.

Even though he had told you multiple times in therapy that he doesn't hate you, and that he would never hurt you like you were lead to believe, you still were hesitant to say anything in case he got mad at you. You felt better and more confident in the fact that you aren't worthless, nor a burden, but the thought of it still lingered in your mind. You look down and rolled up your left sleeve. You saw a deep long scar, with marks of the stitches that saved your life still remaining, with a bunch of little scars surrounding. You graze a finger over it and flinch a little. You cant believe you actually let that demon convince you to do that.

"Does it still hurt..?" You hear Sam ask. You look up and hes turned around looking at the scar.

"Yeah," You say looking down at it and rolling up your sleeve. "Its still a bit sore." You look back up at him and see his eyes tearing up. You reach out and put your hand on his face,

"Its ok im still here!" You smile at him, trying to get him not to cry. He just smiles at you and turns back around. You sit back and Look out the window.

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