A/N: I'm trying to do better, I swear, but life is so hectic lately. College. Drama. You know, the usual. So, for anyone who might still care enough to read, I've got two short updates. Maybe someday I'll throw out a multi-chapter fiction, or finish Ghost of You, because it'd be neat to see how much my writing has changed. =]
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Really.
Warning: Um, spoilers for the 4th season, I guess. Not much else.
So, um, read, yeah? And tell me what you think, if you'd like.
Chapter Nine: Scars
He hadn't really noticed, but since Dean had said something, all Sam could do when he saw his brother was remember the scars that were no longer there.
He didn't know to describe how it made him feel.
Anxious? Scared? Relieved?
It was a relief that Sam could see his brother's torso without wincing at the pockmarked scars from the rock salt, or the scar of the bullet wound on his shoulder.
But it meant Dean came back different.
And he couldn't help but wonder what else had changed.