The monster of the week, whatever you want, manages to slash Sam across the face. I'm talking serious scarring here, the kind that would make you real self-conscious and hyper aware of it and probably cause your big brother to yell at people for staring...
Fill: Hey Pretty (I built the growl in the voice I fear)
“That was damn stupid,” Bobby says as they drive to the emergency room. Well, Bobby drives. Sam has his shirt pressed to his face in the hopes of keeping the flesh in place.
“That was really, really goddamn stupid,” Bobby continues. He’s not yelling, because Bobby has never been one to yell after the fact, just talking levelly and driving the Impala and pausing every now and then so Sam can grunt, can let him know that he hasn’t suffocated on blood and flannel. Dean would be yelling, and the absent chiding only adds to Sam’s unease.
“Wrestling with a hell hound? Definitely one of the stupidest things I have ever seen one of you boys do.” There’s a long, heavy pause then. But there are things to do, and faces to put back together, and Sam is in too much pain to have the energy to start grieving. “You can’t follow him everywhere,” Bobby says quietly. The car is slowing down and Sam takes a deep, shuddering breath. “World ain’t right without at least one Winchester giving me
( ... )
Sam is getting better at hiding in plain sight. He can smile at waitresses in diners and say “Hunting accident,” before they push through their pause. He can act like a normal guy who just happened to get his face torn up and stitched back together. He can be so friendly and sweet that the wariness fades away and is replaced by pity. And pity isn’t… it’s not something that he wants, but it’s better.
But he prefers the night. The darkness is good for moving, good for stalking. The night is for hunting, and Sam has wasted too much time in his life with being distracted by the sun.
Bobby had insisted that Sam stayed put until his face was mostly-healed, and Sam got out of there fast when the stitches came out. Bobby knows about scars, about healing, and Sam is grateful for the care. He hasn’t really had that before, someone telling his to sit the damn hell down and just wait. And if Sam is going to get Dean back, Bobby’s books are an asset. But Sam couldn’t stay long. Because Bobby only ever looks at his scars - objective assessing
( ... )
“So what the hell happened to you?” Dean asks when they’re finally sitting down across from one another. Four months and forty demonic years from that pretty little house in the suburbs where a stupid plan had lived up to its reputation.
Sam tilts his head forward, hiding behind his bangs, and laughs. Because, seriously? Dean’s spent however long in hell and he’s worried about Sam? He looks up at his brother with his new, lopsided smile, and waits for Dean to finish taking him in. It’s an act; Sam isn’t really comfortable smiling anymore. But it’s an important act and Sam puts his all into it for Dean. Anyone else, and Sam would keep his head ducked down to avoid attention. But this is Dean, and if he wants to look he’s going to
( ... )
Sam isn’t good with people any more, and Dean struggles to fill Sam’s ‘good guy with the puppy dog eyes’ role. Dean has to talk to the high schoolers; Dean has to fake being a police officer on his own; Dean has to talk to doctors and teachers and find some kind of credibility deep inside himself. Sam is too recognisable. Sam is too impatient. Sam makes people uneasy. Dean may be wrecked and ruined inside after his time in hell - and he is, he tries to hid it from Sam but while Dean is staring at Sam’s mess of a face Sam is looking right down deep into Dean’s soul - but at least it’s a kind of fucked up that is easy to hide
( ... )
Sam finds it impossibly frustrating that of all of the people in his life at the moment, Castiel is the only one to look him in the eyes and stare at Sam instead of the scars. Castiel is also the only person in Sam’s life who apparently has no interest whatsoever in Sam, beyond the cursory link between Sam and Dean’s general wellbeing
( ... )
The monster of the week, whatever you want, manages to slash Sam across the face. I'm talking serious scarring here, the kind that would make you real self-conscious and hyper aware of it and probably cause your big brother to yell at people for staring...
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“That was damn stupid,” Bobby says as they drive to the emergency room. Well, Bobby drives. Sam has his shirt pressed to his face in the hopes of keeping the flesh in place.
“That was really, really goddamn stupid,” Bobby continues. He’s not yelling, because Bobby has never been one to yell after the fact, just talking levelly and driving the Impala and pausing every now and then so Sam can grunt, can let him know that he hasn’t suffocated on blood and flannel. Dean would be yelling, and the absent chiding only adds to Sam’s unease.
“Wrestling with a hell hound? Definitely one of the stupidest things I have ever seen one of you boys do.” There’s a long, heavy pause then. But there are things to do, and faces to put back together, and Sam is in too much pain to have the energy to start grieving. “You can’t follow him everywhere,” Bobby says quietly. The car is slowing down and Sam takes a deep, shuddering breath. “World ain’t right without at least one Winchester giving me ( ... )
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But he prefers the night. The darkness is good for moving, good for stalking. The night is for hunting, and Sam has wasted too much time in his life with being distracted by the sun.
Bobby had insisted that Sam stayed put until his face was mostly-healed, and Sam got out of there fast when the stitches came out. Bobby knows about scars, about healing, and Sam is grateful for the care. He hasn’t really had that before, someone telling his to sit the damn hell down and just wait. And if Sam is going to get Dean back, Bobby’s books are an asset. But Sam couldn’t stay long. Because Bobby only ever looks at his scars - objective assessing ( ... )
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Sam tilts his head forward, hiding behind his bangs, and laughs. Because, seriously? Dean’s spent however long in hell and he’s worried about Sam? He looks up at his brother with his new, lopsided smile, and waits for Dean to finish taking him in. It’s an act; Sam isn’t really comfortable smiling anymore. But it’s an important act and Sam puts his all into it for Dean. Anyone else, and Sam would keep his head ducked down to avoid attention. But this is Dean, and if he wants to look he’s going to ( ... )
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Sam finds it impossibly frustrating that of all of the people in his life at the moment, Castiel is the only one to look him in the eyes and stare at Sam instead of the scars. Castiel is also the only person in Sam’s life who apparently has no interest whatsoever in Sam, beyond the cursory link between Sam and Dean’s general wellbeing ( ... )
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*dances* Thank you so much for filling this prompt!
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