Our Scars Remind Us the Past Is Real

"Dean," Castiel whispered, slipping Dean's sleeve back down his arm. "Why would you do that to yourself? We're happy together, everything's ok." "It's not cause I'm depressed." Dean sighed. Dean thought about the first time he cut himself. It was the day Sam died (for the first time). He couldn't believe it. It made him think about when his mom died. He thought about how he lost Sam. How John was a drunk. Dean had to take care of two other humans when he could barely take care of himself. "It's my fault Sam died." he would think.