Supernatural Oneshots

Scars >> Dean

Prompt: Dean comforts you about your past scars from your abusive ex and promises to never hurt you.

Y/n POV:

You turn sideways in the mirror; tracing your scars. One long one going down the side of your leg. It was such a deep cut it still has a pink tint to it. You trace the white scar on your collarbone and you touch the one on your cheek. You see the small break scar on your lip. You feel the stitch scars on the back of your head.

You sigh and go to sit on the bed. You put on a pair of sweatpants and a hoodie to hide the unnatural white lines and the angry pink scars. You pull a blanket over your lap and begin to read the book you had started per Sam's request.

Your eyes scattered across the page from word to word is amazement excited for every next word.  You read for what felt like hours sitting comfortably on your bed.

You hear the bunker door slam shut. You leap up from bed and head to where the boys are. You enter the room and your nose is met with the smell of blood. You crinkle you're nose at the stench but walk over to your boyfriend Dean.

"Sweetie I love you, but I smell." He says holding his arms away from you. You roll your eyes and smile. Dean smiles and presses a quick kiss to your forehead before leaving to go shower.

"How did it go?" You ask Sam.

"Eh, the blood isn't ours I'll tell you that much." He says chuckling.

"Werewolf put up a fight?" You ask.

"Oh yeah, big time." He says. "Almost got Dean clean across the face." He recalls. "It's good I was there to pull him back." You smile.

You walk back to your room slip off your hoodie and into a tank top getting ready for bed. You glance at the mirror and you see your scars again. Your turn to face the mirror tracing the scars again. Dark thoughts creep into your mind.

What if Dean didn't like you for your scars? What if he became abusive too?

All these fears locked themselves into your mind sending a numbing pain through you. You cover your stomach with your arms hiding the scarring for your own eyes. You close your eyes letting the dark thoughts creep through.

You feel large arms encircle themselves around you. You yelp in surprise and flinch away.

"Hey hey, shh, it's just me," Dean says softly. His hedgehog hair is still wet from being freshly showered but his body is warm against yours.

"Sorry." You say quietly.

"Hey it's not a problem, I'm jumpy too. It's just what this job does to you." He says resting his chin on your head.

Yeah, the job is why I'm flinchy.

You falsely try to convince yourself. 

"Hey, where if this one from, I don't remember ever treating this one." He says tracing the one on your hip. It was one of the deep scars that stayed pink.

"Oh, I didn't get that on a hunt." You say softly.

"Where is it from?" He asks craning his neck to look at your face.

"My ex-boyfriend." You say quietly. Dean's features contort in worry.

"This one?" He says tracing another scar. You nod. "How about the big one on your leg." You squeeze your eyes shut and nod. "This one?" He asks tracing the scar on the back of your head. You nod again.

Tears well up in your eyes and a small whimper escapes your lips. Dean turns you around to face him and his soft eyes drill into yours. He kisses your lips.

Then he kisses the scar on your cheek. He cradles your cheek and turns your head to kiss the scar on the back of it.

"If I could kiss away all the scars he gave you I would." He says softly in your ear. A tear spills over and rolls down your cheek.

He crouches down and pulls up your shirt slightly to kiss the long scar on your stomach and hip.

He stands up fully again to look you in the eyes. The rest of the tears spill over and you wrap your arms around his waist burying your face into his chest.

He holds you close you you cry softly.

"I promise, I will never, never hurt you, baby." He says stroking your hair.

You nod and for the first time in a long time, you felt safe.