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❧ Summary: The scars we have aren't always visible
❧ Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader
❧ Wordcount: 436
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"What about this one?"
Your fingertips traced the thin, pale scar running down the centre of his sternum.
"Colorado," Dean said quietly. "Demon stabbed me."
You hummed softly. "This one?" Your fingers moved higher, brushing over two small bumps on the side of his neck.
"Vampire bite."
Your brows lifted. "A vampire? And you didn't turn?"
His thumb slowly stroked along the curve of your waist where you were sprawled across him. The movement was absent-minded, grounding. He shook his head. "Bite isn't enough. You've gotta ingest blood too."
You scrunched your nose. "Ew."
Dean chuckled, the low sound rumbling beneath you.
Your fingers drifted lower, pausing over the black ink of the anti-possession tattoo on his left pec. You trace the edges of it slowly, studying the faint freckles scattered across his skin, the small nicks and imperfections only visible up close.
"You know," you murmured, "for a hunter... you have less scars than I expected."
Dean shrugged. "Perks of having an angel for a best friend."
"But scars are part of life," you said softly. "Something you can't really take away."
Dean's hand stilled on your waist. "Just 'cause you can't see them," he said quietly, "doesn't mean they aren't there."
Your finger stopped tracing his tattoo. You lifted your head slightly, meeting his eyes. The weight behind his words hung heavy between you. You knew what he meant. Knew the things he carried that didn't leave marks on skin.
Hell.
Loss.
Guilt.
The quiet belief he was somehow too broken to deserve peace. But when you looked at him, that wasn't what you saw. You saw someone who kept getting back up. Someone who kept fighting even when the world knocked him down again and again. Someone who was strong, brave and worth loving.
Without breaking eye contact, you leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to the small scar on his sternum. Then the faint marks on his neck. Your lips brushed softly against sensitive skin, lingering for just a second longer.
Dean inhaled sharply as you move to his arm, pressing a kiss to the thin scar just beneath the crease of his elbow—the one from the angel-banishing sigil.
Your fingers smoothed over the skin before your lips followed.
Every mark.
Every story.
You kissed them like they were something precious.
Dean watched you the entire time, emerald eyes wide with quiet disbelief.
Like he didn't quite know what to do with the softness of it.
He just kept looking at you like you'd done something impossible.
You'd taken every scar he hated and turned it into something soft and meaningful.
A/N: Also that gif! How is a man that beautiful!!!!!!!
Any updates on when the next part ofDean's Little Secret will be posted or any of your works really? You are such an awesome writer and I miss reading your work.
Im going to try desperately to start writing again.
Hi did you take down your series dirty girl? I ask because when I click on the masterlist link there is nothing there! 😊
Shoot, I think it got blocked by Tumblr because it had its share of dirty gifs. Let me work on reposting it. If you are still here, bother me in a week or so if it isnt done
Are you not working on the Our little secret anymore? I'm not sure when the last post is dated but it says part 9 in Dean's POV is coming. You are an incredible writer and I would love to read more!
Anonymous, thank you so much. I have had a few years of writers block and I do think some of it is tied to mental health. I would like to try writing again
