Scar Wars
I don't own anything you recognize…
This kind of came up when I was thinking how many scars the boys have. After all, knives have to hurt. Lol. Enjoy!
Scar Wars
"Here," Sam pointed as he traced a scar on his upper arm. "That car crash when I was eight."
The boys were sitting in a hotel, trying to pass the time until they could go after the ghost later that night.
Dean chuckled. "This one," he said and outlined a blemish on his lower leg. "Was from ATVing when I was hunting a Wendigo."
"Snowmobiling in the mountains for the evil snowman," Sam said and gave Dean a glimpse of a nasty scar on his upper thigh.
"That Meg bitch," Dean said and showed a small scar on the back of his neck.
"Falling off a building at Stanford," Sam said and flashed a cut on his lower abs.
"Cassie and I were," Dean responded and showed a slash that went through his upper chest, but was cut off.
Disgusted at the thought, Sam scoffed and turned around saying, "I give up, Dean. That's too gross."
Dean flashed a cocky grin, saying, "Just think, you don't have one that can beat me."