A/N hey! This is my first fic... well this is the intro anyway. I'm thinking of continuing this but it depends on whether you guys want me too. If so I'll update regularly. Please leave a comment down below or tap the follow button if you want more. DANKE! :)
We all get scar when we feel broken. When we feel betrayed. When we feel unloved. For those at war fighting for a country they believe will be great, they are the ones who are hardened and even the greatest find scars littered around their torsos and biceps. But Sam…. His body is like a radar rehoming all the scars that want to find a new place to live. He looked down at his torso; there was a deep slash near his heart that still hadn't faded everlasting like his love for Jess. Uneven scars like those found from burn victims licked at his biceps, a reminder of Gabriel's prank and the unforgettable moments of having to watch repeatedly die in mysterious ways. Only nowadays, it seemed as though he got more and more every day. Since Lucifer's arrival he was gifted with scar after scar. Burn after burn. Memory after memory. The only problem was hiding these from Dean although he was bound to find out sooner or later. The only question was when…