Self-injury,
n,The act of intentionally hurting oneself. One manifestation of this is known as cutting.
'You're not good enough; you're pathetic, hopeless, and selfish'. These words echo as black eyes stare back. 'How can you be such a sad human being?' The voice taunts and laughs. 'Cut. Cut. Cut.'
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Dean snaps his eyes open and awakes to the heart monitor rapidly beeping in time with his own. He remembers all the missing details from what happened after the accident.
Dean looks around the room and finds his brother lying back in an uncomfortable hospital chair. Sam appears peaceful yet exhausted. Dean attempts to stretch his body but lets out an awkward groan instead. It doesn't surprise Dean when he sees his brother at his side the next minute. After all, they are trained to be alert and ready for fight.
"How are you feeling, Dean?" Sam asks with concern.
Clearing his throat, Dean answers with a raspy voice, "Peachy."
Sam smiles slightly and sits back down, pulling his chair closer to Dean's bed. "So what the hell happened? I found you unconscious next to a wasted demon."
Dean closes his eyes and drags a hand down his face, rubbing his eyes. "I woke up in some abandoned room and this demon came in wanting to talk to me about Michael's vessel." Dean pauses and recognition crosses his face, "Hey, how's my baby? She better be okay!"
Sam shakes his head in amusement, "Your car is at Bobby's. I'm not going to lie to you, she needs some work."
Dean's eyes widen, "Dammit."
"Don't worry, Dean. So, nothing else happened? Are you sure the demon just wanted to talk to you?"
Dean looks down before answering, ignoring the thoughts of self-harm, "That's all."
Sam nods, trusting his brother but not fully believing him.
"What's that?" Dean eyes the pamphlet sitting on the bed side table.
"Oh, it's nothing. Just some stupid hospital advertisement," Sam says quickly in one breath, grabbing the pamphlet.
Dean narrows his eyes and snatches it off Sam, "Why are you trying to hide it for?" He says with a small grin.
Dean's expression slowly changes as he reads the front page, "Sam, what is this?"
Sam tries to calm down Dean, "It's nothing. The doctor gave it to me. Did you think that they weren't going to see your scars? They know and just want to help, Dean. I want to help you too."
Dean looks away, ignoring Sam.
"Look, listen to me. They have a great programme here. It aims to help people just like you. They can help you." Sam begs.
Dean looks Sam straight in the eyes, "Other people aren't like you and me. Nobody can help me; I don't need help and some ridiculous programme sure isn't going to 'fix' me." He turns away from Sam, "Please, just leave."
Sam stands there for a while trying to think of something to say. He sighs and starts to walk towards the door, "I'll be back later." He says with a quiet voice, not even sure if Dean was listening.