Title: Commando
Author: Indigo Night
Feedback: Yes please
Summary: A really bad day.
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or the characters
Word: Drag.
Spoilers: Nope.
Pairing: None.
Warnings: Nada.
Author's Note: Could really be either of the brother's, at any point after a hunt, but in my mind as I wrote it was I thinking about the period of time in Mystery Spot when Sam was hunting alone. Fit it into the timeline wherever you like.
ENJOY!
He stood facing the mirror, though he couldn't bear to look into it. He didn't need to; he already knew what it would show him. Bruised, bloodied flesh, hollow empty cheeks, lifeless burning eyes. A living corpse. That all he was these days.
Carefully he shrugged off the remains of his t-shirt, biting his lip hard as the material clung to coagulated half formed scabs, ripping them away from tender areas.
Taking a deep breath he opened the button on his pants, wincing at the drag of the zipper on sensitive skin. Damn, not a good day to go commando.