A black eye. I've always bruised easily, but the bruises don't hurt, and I've gotten use to the pain of how I get them. What hurts it that I love him but he loves beer more than me. Every morning he wakes to see a new bruise on me, he cries and begs, swearing he won't do it again and I fall into his arms and find myself forgiving him. I always pray that this time will be the last, and it always is, at least until he drowns his sorrows in a bottle once more. We've always been brothers, lovers for months and it wasn't until then I found out about his violent tendencies, and possessive qualities. But they don't matter. I love him and I always forgive him, not matter how far or how violent his actions, I can't leave, especially when he tells me he loves me. I'm taller, bigger and should be able to defend myself, but those words always break me the way he says them. So for now I'll grin and bear it, and hope Dean will stay true to his word this time.
That hope died in my heart as soon as I saw him in the kitchen nursing a half empty bottle of beer, with ten other empty bottles around him. Bottles that were full an hour before.
A/N: Depressing, yes, I know. Angst is the only thing I can write apparently. But please R/R!! Be aware that this is my first fic though, so please be nice. Cc is welcome, but no flames!!
Disclaimer: If there was wincest involved, I would probably own it, but there isn't, so I obviously don't own them. Damn.