stiched up

Just Like a Prayer

He doesn’t know when it started. He can’t put an exact time or date to when such blasphemy entered into his very thoughts. Can’t even lie when the belt bites into his flesh and his mother calls him a sinner once more. No, no, he can’t lie about this. He doesn’t want to.

Maybe it was following their third meeting that Credence began to pray for the stranger once more. Thanking him for treating him with kindness and charity in his nighttime prayers. Or maybe it’s after their seventh meeting, when, Mister Graves is his name, stiches up the broken skin along his back and palms. When Credence says in whispered tones under his breath thank you.

Maybe it was following their twentieth meeting when Percival cups Credence head in his palms and brings their lips together. So wickedly soft and sweet that there is no way that something such as this could be wrong. That this man was not a man but something divine. Maybe it is after the fourth kiss in a row, when Credence whimpers against Percival’s lips and thanks him over and over. 

Maybe it happened when Credence lost count of all the times they were together. When Percival kisses down his neck, whisper praises into his skin, and oh so gently makes Credence see stars. When he manages to weaken Credence’s legs and still kiss him with such fervor. When he tells him how good you are my boy, so good or that he was so gorgeous, could keep you here forever Credence and it would still not be enough time. When Percival leads him on shaky legs to satin sheets and shows his love over and over again. When he kisses Credence and breathes against his lips that he is special and wonderful and mine.

He doesn’t know when it happens; cannot put an exact time or date for when he claps his hands tight in prayer and no longer thinks of God.

It’s the little things that makes Mary wary, at first. The way they stand too close; how they always are within each other’s reach - their shoulders brushing against each other, hands that lingers just a tad too long when handing over a beer, knees and ankles bumping against each other beneath tables.

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Lost and Found Part 6 (Carl Grimes Smut)

Requested: Yes

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Originally posted by clutterbucky

They finally let me go home after two weeks in the infirmary. My arm was still in pretty bad shape, but after a week of twice daily cleanings with Denise, she was finally able to stich it up properly. I had to keep my arm in a sling, but being free from the confines of that small room in the infirmary is worth any inconvenience. I had a lot of visitors in the weeks that I was there. Michonne and Judith were almost there as much as Carl. I was really developing a relationship with them both and I almost consider myself a baby expert as opposed to how I was the first night I held Judith.

Carl is basically connected to my hip right now, but I don’t blame him. If he was the one hurt, I’d be the same. Honestly, his protective nature is really hot. His hands are always on me whether it’s on the small of my back or across my shoulders. It makes me feel safe in this messed up world.

Rick, on the other hand, has been watching us from afar. I see him watch us while we play with Judith and while we’re on the porch talking. I don’t have the heart to tell Carl that I think his dad hates me. I know how much he looks up to him. It’s my first day back and I am alone in the house with Carl and Judith.

I was in Judith’s room singing silly songs and using her new blocks that Michonne brought back from a run when I heard the front door shut. Carl was in the shower so I know it wasn’t him. I set Judith in the play pen and walked out into the hall. There, I was face to face with Rick.

“Y/N. Can I speak with you?” His blue eyes looked harsh in the dim lighting of the house and I nodded slowly, following him into his bedroom. I stood close to the door so I could run out and find Carl if I needed to. He paced a few times before he turned to me with a hard look on his face. “Y/N, I know that my son has taken an interest in you.” He paused waiting for a response from me.

“And I him.” I answered without missing a beat. He nodded disappointingly.

“I love my son and I don’t want him to put himself in danger because of some crush he has on a girl. It almost killed him when you were hurt and I don’t want that for him. I want you to go and live with Carol and I don’t want you around here anymore. If you disobey these rules, I will exile you from Alexandria.” His face was cold and I was at a loss for words. Before I could even muster a plea to stay, Carl burst into the room, half naked, fresh out of the shower.

“Y/N, you’re not going anywhere.” Carl growled, before turning to face his father.

“Carl listen-” Rick started, but Carl didn’t let him finish.

“No! You listen! I know you’re bitter about what happened between you and mom, but I will not shy away from love because I could possibly get hurt. I will not end up cold and unforgiving like you. Y/N and I have something that could grow into the kind of love that could beat this world. Mom told me I could beat this world and I truly think that Y/N is the key for me. So you will stay away from her and trust that I know what is best for me.” I stood behind Carl in shock. Did he say love? Does he really feel that strongly for me? I could see that Rick didn’t know what to say either. No one noticed that Michonne was standing in the doorway behind me, with Judith in her arms. Carl finally made the first move, grabbing my hand and taking me down the hall to his room and slamming the door behind us. The last thing I heard was Michonne’s voice yelling at Rick.

Carl’s face was red and he looked like he could kill a hundred walkers by himself right now.

“I can’t fucking believe him. I-,” He chuckled in disbelief, “-I could kill him.” His hand reached up and he flung his sheriff’s hat into the wall in anger and ran a hand through his long hair.

While Carl was fuming, I couldn’t help but want to kiss him. He was so protective and he cared so much and that was all it took for me to give in to the urge to fall for him. He was sitting on the edge of the bed with his head in his hands. I was standing by the dresser admiring this boy. My boy. I glanced down at my arm in the sling and slowly slipped it out and let the sling hit the floor. I walked slowly over to Carl and put a hand on his cheek. He looked up at me in shock when I straddled his lap and immediately placed my lips on his. His hands connected with my hips as mine found his shoulder length hair. I moved my mouth down to his neck and he lifted his head and pecked my lips before reaching for my shirt. I knew where this was heading as soon as my shirt hit the cold floor. His lips found mine like magnets and I was beginning to go with my natural instincts and grind down on his lap. Carl seemed to realize my intentions when I did this.
“Are you sure you’re ready?” He breathed out, tearing his lips from mine.
“Yes, unless you don’t want to?” I said shakily.
“I want to more than anything. I just want to make sure you want this too.” He whispered. Its obvious that we were both virgins since we had only just had our first kiss. Carl was looking me up and down and ground his hands into the skin of my ass. I let out a throaty moan and lunged my face forward and connected our lips again. “I’ll take that as a yes?” He smiled into the kiss and so did I. I climbed off his lap and took a seat next to him on the bed before pulling his face back to mine so I was underneath his broad body. My bra was older and had the clip in the front so Carl easily got it off me.  “So pretty.” He sighed as he connected his mouth to my neck. He started to move south towards my breasts and the butterflies in my stomach erupted. His warm mouth enclosed on my left nipple and I let out a soft moan as I tangled my hand in his long dark locks. One of his hands found a place on my right breast and he shakily massaged it, careful not to hurt me. My hips rolled up into his and his eye moved up and met mine. He smiled cheekily before going back to work on my other breast while his hand moved down toward my shorts. The button on this particular pair was broken so my belt was the only thing holding my shorts to my hips. He couldn’t quite figure out the belt so I pushed him up softly and sat up so I could take the shorts off myself. I fell back against the bed in only my panties and I heard Carl take a sharp breath in. His lip was between his teeth and he looked me up and down again. I wanted him so bad, I basically pulled him on top of me again. He began playing with the waistband, tugging it away from my body so I felt the cold air rush to my heat. I shivered slightly and he pulled his mouth away from the skin of my neck. “May I?” he grinned gesturing to the fabric hanging on my hips. I bit my lip and nodded. Before he pulled them off, he started kissing down my torso. His sloppy kisses moved from the valley in between my breasts, down to my navel. With my panties now out of the way, he placed a kiss right above my needy heat.  Before his mouth could do what I so badly wanted, he climbed off the bed and moved back so he could pull down his shorts and boxers. My eyes trailed up and down his body slowly and I felt my butterflies move south and engulf my core. I realized I was staring at his body longer than necessary, but he didn’t seem to notice. He was just standing at the edge of the bed with a smug grin on his face.
“What?” I cocked my head to the side. He moved forward seductively and kneeled on the bed in front of me.
“I am never letting you go.” He whispered as he grabbed my face in his hands. “I love you.” He sighed before reconnecting our lips and laying us down. His hands were all over my skin, lighting it on fire. I moaned into his mouth when he ghosted over my core. He took that an incentive to pay more attention to that specific area. His middle finger slid up my folds a few times before he determined that I was wet enough for him to push it in.

“How do you know how to do all this?” I wondered. “I mean you’re really ad-ah-vanced for a v-virgin.” I stuttered a bit as he played around with my folds.

“I shared a room with Abraham and Rosita for a month. Let’s just say they weren’t subtle.” He chuckled before shifting focus back onto my core.

Being my first time, I wasn’t sure how it would feel. “Just tell me if I hurt you, okay?” he whispered into my skin. I nodded and he continued his movements. I felt one of his fingers stretch me a little. It was a strange sensation, not painful, not pleasurable. Just strange. He pulled his finger out slowly and slid it up over my clit. I squealed and bucked my hips into his hand. “Shhh, Y/N. We have to be quiet.” I could feel his smile against my neck and then I saw it as he pulled away. “You ready, babe?”
“Yes, more than ready.” I sighed and lifted my hips up a bit. He climbed back over me and kissed my lips softly, passionately. One of his hands moved down to grasp his shaft and pump it a few times. I moaned when his tip grazed over my entrance. He applied a more pressure until he was pushing it between my folds. He was barely inside me and I felt a sharp burning sensation. I made a sharp intake and he completely stopped.
“Did I hurt you? Do you want to stop?” His face was panicked and he searched my face for any sign of pain.
“No, no I’m okay. Just go really slow, alright? I’ll tell you if I need to stop.” I assured him. He nodded and pushed in further. I closed my eyes and tried to ignore the fire that was making its way through my lower abdomen. I held onto his shoulders and suppressed the cries that were threatening to escape my mouth. He pulled back out again and before he could push in, I stopped him.
“Baby, I’m hurting you. I don’t wan-” He went to sit up, but I held him close to me.
“No, I really want to do this. It, it just hurts.” I said, a tear escaping my eye. He kissed my cheek where the tear was and then my forehead.
“I never want to see you in pain.” He choked out.
“It’s going to hurt no matter what. I trust you with this Carl.” I smiled and leaned my head up to kiss his cheeks. “Go ahead baby.” I intertwined our fingers and he lined himself up again. He pushed in slower than last time, but the pain was still there. My face tensed from the pain, but I felt him kissing my cheeks lightly. He kissed me all over my face as he moved in and out slowly.
“You feel so good, baby.” His voice was laced with pleasure and that alone made this experience worth it. He buried his face in my neck while trying to control his speed, making sure not to go to fast.
“It’s okay, Carl. You can go faster.” I held onto the back of his neck and kissed right under his ear. He groaned and picked up the pace slightly. The burning was subsiding, but still remained as he buried himself deep inside me. I tried to focus on his pleasure instead of mine and it helped take my mind off the pain. “I love you too Carl.” His hips stuttered a bit, hearing me respond to the words he said earlier. I moaned and he brought his lips to my own. He rested his forehead on mine and I could feel sweat forming. His body was tensing and his sighs were becoming audible moans. “Cum for me babe.” I whispered into his skin. I could feel his fists clench the sheets and he delivered one specifically hard thrust that made my head spin. It was a new feeling that wasn’t strange or painful, but extremely satisfying. I let out an embarrassing pornographic moan into his shoulder and Carl’s head shot up and a grin was stamped on his face. I smiled and pulled his lips back to mine and began rocking my hips into his.
“Oh God Y/N.” He groaned out loudly and began thrusting deep and fast. My mouth attached to his collarbone and I tried to stifle my moans, but it didn’t work.
“Carl, baby.” I shakily moaned.
“I’m so c-close.” He breathed into my skin and then I felt his abdomen convulse above me. He stilled inside me, breathing heavily and continuing to leave sweaty, wet kisses over every part of my neck and face. “I love you so much.” He sighed as he tried to catch his breath.

“I love you too. So much.” I sighed, still holding him close to me. Before he could even pull out, we heard a knock at the door. I was terrified that it was Rick coming to take me away. Carl’s head shot up and we quickly scrambled to put our clothes on. I hadn’t remembered that I had 89 stitches in my arm until I went to pull on my shirt. Carl saw me struggling and my shirt was half-way on when the door opened.

“Oh, I-uh-I should have waited for an answer, but-uh- Carl can I speak t-to you?”

message for part 7!


AN: Feel Free To Use The Gif

“Newt are you in here?” You call out, Thomas had said he’d seen Newt heading over to the Med-jacks hut.

“(Y/N)?” He asked from within the hut.


“Yeah, are you ok Thomas didn’t say what was wrong.” You mumbled, blushing when you rounded the corner that hid the area where Newt could be heard swearing softly. He smiled realising his lack of shirt was the reason for your bright red cheeks and looked t you expectantly.


“I’m fine Love no need to worry.”  He mumbled as he attempted to stich up a small cut beneath his collarbone.

“I can help if you like.” You said a little to abruptly. He chuckled before shaking his head and turned back to attempting to fix the cut himself.


“(Y/N) it’s a nice offer but the last time you tried to be a Med-Jack Thomas looked like he’d been attacked by a Slicer.” His words made your blush deepen, if that was possible.


“Oh… but I’ve had practice.” You said quickly. He flashed you a dazzling smile before reluctantly lowering his hands and glancing down at the cut.


“Well just try not to make it any worse we’re running low on supplies.” He muttered. You swallowed and nodded before hurrying over to the neatly organised boxes of medical supplies. You tried your best not to mess up the order of things seeing as Clint had spent a while afternoon organising it.


“Um… does it hurt?” You asked sweetly from your spot across the room, picking out herbs and a thin thread.

“Not really… (Y/N) you don’t need all this it isn’t that bad a cut.” He said with raised eyebrows as you hurried back over to him with armfuls of supplies.

“Just wanted to be sure now stay still.” You mumbled. He let you sit him down so his wound was easier to reach, he was a good foot taller than you, and began gently pressing around the wound like Jeff had shown you.


“Ahh… shuck (Y/N) your bedside manner needs work.” He hissed as you pressed a little too hard.


“Sorry Newt.” You said pulling away quickly. You carefully put a numbing rub that was made from some special herbs Newt grew for the Med-jacks onto the cut, hesitating every now and then when Newt hissed under his breath.


“So your still determined to be a Med-jack?” Newt asked as you carefully threaded the thread you’d picked earlier and turned to face him. He was eyeing the small needle in your hand as if you were about to chop his head off but didn’t say anything.


“Yup, I’m getting good at it plus the Builders and Slicers are always getting hurt so lots of practise.” You beamed happily at him and he couldn’t help smile back.

You hesitated before making the first stich causing his to grunt but when you asked if he wanted you to stop he shook his head. As you came to the end of the line of stiches you began to giggle causing Newt to frown at you.


“Move your head Greenie I can’t see.” You giggled. He smiled and moved slightly however a few moments later his head was in the way again.


“Sorry.” He mumbled, glancing at you only to be captivated by the face you pulled as you concentrated. Once you were done you carefully bandaged him up and smiled happily at your work. He chuckled as you clasped your hands in an attempt to hide just how glad you were that you stitched him up on your own. You tidied up and expected Newt to be gone by the time you’d turned around but when you span around he was so close your noses almost touched.


“You know I’ve heard it said that kisses make everything better.” He wiggled his eyebrows and nudged your nose with his as he lent down and went to kiss you.


“Well pucker up Slunkhead and I’ll see what I can do.” Clint’s voice had you both pulling away with a gasp. He laughed when you blushed.


“Thanks Clint I’ll pass, thanks for the help (Y/N) see you at dinner.” He smiled at you before walking to the door, patting Clint on the shoulder as he left.

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Spoiling her - Dean Winchester x Reader

Title: Spoiling her

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Warnings: Light smut, languge (I guess)

Word Count: 841

Prompt: Request for reader and dean and it’s a flashback to smut and they forgot the condom and then flash to present day with their daughter

A/N: Will check this along with the other one for Sam, cause I planned for them to be just imagines but am upload it this way.

Dean’s lips trailed over you collarbone, he kissed every little spot of your jawline. You breathed in and out heavily as your nails almost dag at his bare back. His hands roamed your naked figure, creating goosebumps all over your skin. Wherever he touched you it felt as if your skin was entirely on fire.

You were careful not to touch any of his fresh wounds that you had just a few minutes ago stiched up yourself. It had been a particularly hard hunt and when Dean came back all beaten up and in need of some comfort you just could not find it in yourself to not give him just that.

“Dean” you panted, your hands squeezing his arms and back.

“Please, j-just-” you could hardly form any words as a moan left your lips.

“Y-yes baby y-yes” he panted, his fingers squeezing your hips so tight you were sure were going to leave bruises there to remind you of tonight, just like almost every other time. But not a single one of them did you mind, because every one of them reminded you of all those night with Dean. All those moments and all those times he had been inside you, making love to you like there was no tomorrow and trying to show with everything he had how much you mattered to him. You knew he was not a man of words and all these actions meant so much more to you than he could ever realize. It was his way of showing everything he felt, even after all those years

“D-Dean” you moaned deeply, burrying your face at the crook of his neck as you squeezed his shoulders. You kissed his chest and the tattoo there as Dean trailed his lips with kisses from your stomach, up to your chest and buried his own face at the crook of your neck, a little sloppy kisses left there as his tognue danced over your collarbone and his tetth grazed ver it occasionally.

He took hold of your hips, wrappng your legs around his wait as he placed himself between them.

“D-Dean wait- what about-” you said breathlessly, looking at him in the eyes after glancing at the nightstand.

“No, it’s ok. Forget it this time. I want to feel you, all of you. Just for tonight baby girl, please” he looked at you deeply in the eyes.

You smiled softly, nodding your head at him “Alright, Alright” you brushed his cheek wth your thumb.

He smiled as well, nodding his head as he leaned down to kiss you fully on the lips, putting as much passion as he could into it and-

“Mama?” a soft voice brought you out of your thought and you shook your head at the memories.

“Huh?” you looked down at the bright green eyes of your daughter that was looking at you with an expecting expresion on her face “Yes sweetheart?”

“Daddy said we can go to the theme park today if you want to, can we? Can we?” she asked, jumping up and down on her small feet as she held her teddy bear close to her, a hopeful look on her face.

You looked up from her over to Dean seating on the floor with her toys around him, a small grin on his lips. You chuckled and looked down at your daughter “Of course sweetie” you said with a bright grin, ruffling her hair.

A wide grin spread on her face as she jumped up and down, squealing in delight “Thank you! Thank you!” she exclaimed, hugging you tightly as you chuckled.

“I will go get ready!” she said happily as she ran up the stairs.

“You just have to spoil her, don’t you?” you asked with a chuckle, raising an eyebrow at him.

“Well, I have no problem with spoiling you as well” he shrugged inoccently, getting up and coming closer to you.

“Maybe I could even do that after we’ve returned from the theme park, you know in our bedroom” he grinned cheekily, wiggling his eyebrows at you and you laughed otu loudly.

“Oh by all means, I have no problem witht that- only remember this time you ain’t getting away just with that” you said matter-of-factly and he frowned for a second.

He plopped down on the couch next to you, wrapping his arms around you “Huh? And what do you- oh!” realization downed on him as you looked at him with a raised eyebrow. He laughed.

“We both clearly remember what happened the last time you wanted to spoil me, Winchester, and actually left out the part where you use a condom”

He laughed out loudly “Come on, I know that you liked it after all!”

You chuckled “You mean the process or having a daughter with you?”

He chuckled as well “Both” he winked at you, kissing you fully on the lips.


“You know, I am not really going to let you touch me again if you don’t have a condom, right?”

“Agh fine, fine!”

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here’s a load of cuteness 4 u

bbkaz au where they meet in a bar and kaz is drunk and trash-talks boss, ends up starting a fight with him, and boss is happy to beat the shit out of him. predictably, they both get kicked out of the bar and end up at the same hospital waiting room to get stitches. they have to wait there for like five hours and by the time they’re sober and stiched up they’re friends.

People tend to judge mental disorders too harshly,
So i ask you this:
Dont judge too quickly,
Keep your mean words til the end,
Yes, we have flaws
Sometimes more than others
But just put down your opinion for awhile

Youll see that the boy with deep scars up his forehand
will always be there for you,
Sometimes youll wonder how hes still alive with such a gash down his arm
He jokes and tells us that he got it during a war,
And ill tell you,
Youll laugh at the horrifying joke and wonder how such a boy can joke about this,
Youll become fond of him,
I promise you.
You cant get enough of his disturbing jokes and youll wonder about the boy with the war scar that needed stiches from his elbow, up.

Youll see that the girl who barely eats will draw the most breathtaking pictures
Youll stare at her while she draws and realize that theyre about monsters,
Dont get her wrong, ocasionally she’ll draw a rainbow and you cant help but laugh,
Ill tell you,
Youll find yourself thinking about her more than you should.

Youll find that the boy who has difficulty staying alive
is the life of the party and everyones
best friend but not his own,
Youll grow fond of his pointless conversions and jokes
but find yourself searching for jokes to tell him
Then youll wonder if he made it til today
But the next day, he’ll buy you a drink
Youll grow fond of the boy that is the ultimate winner of the game
‘Ways to die with things in this room’
Youll adore him for it
Youll laugh as he says he could use floss as a noose and
hope he never does.

Youll fall in love with the girl in the back of the room
Who takes a little more effort to be noticed,
Youll talk to her and get attached
Even when you talk about the colour of bedsheets,
Youll be scared to death when she starts to shake uncontrollably and become non-existant to the world for awhile,
Youll grow fond of her worn out grey eyes and smile when you ask about the weather,
I promise,
Youll do anything to stop her panic attacks

So i ask if you have any mean words to exachange,
Even after meeting
The war scarred boy,
The too skinny painter,
The floss noose boy
and lastly
The grey eyes girl.
We arent monsters,
We’re just different.”

—  29sft-indecisive

“There is more blood on your face than where they store the blood bags at the hospital,”You told Sam who made the smart move of not saying anything because it would have messed up the stiches you were giving him on his face.

“Thanks again,”Dean muttered on the bed where you instructed him to stay with his head titled with a tissue up his nose to try and stop his bleeding.

“No problem Dean, but please keep your head titled,”You lightly scold.


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“I love you.”

“You are such a stubborn ass.”

“Just let me stich you up and then you eat that pie.”

“If you want the beer you have to give me a kiss first.”

“Don’t do it Dean.”

“What are you doing?”

“Don’t be scared, everything is okay now.”

He simply couldn’t stop thinking about you, and God he just wanted to have you near him physically not just on his mind on his phone where he could still see the video where you kissed the camera.

He went to meet Lisa that was in the kitchen but when he arrived the kitchen he saw that his bag was next to the door.

"Lis what is this?”

She approached him and gave him is car keys.

“You don’t want to be here, Dean.” she looks up at him. “Even though you say that you want to, I know that you don’t. Go bring her back to your life, she means the universe to you.”

He kisses he forehead and grabs his bag and leaves.

Months passed, and not a single clue on how to break the deal that you made.

Sam and Dean were doing everything that they could and much more, tonight Dean just left he couldn’t stand the feeling that he was failing you.

No he wasn’t failing because he had already failed when he yelled at you on that hunt, he went to closest bar and drank like he never he did before. After a few rounds that bartender just left the bottle next to him and Dean ignored the glass used the bottle.

He was about to order another one when Sam showed up and took him out of the bar, when they were reaching the car Crowley showed up.

“Moose, squirrel.”

“What do you want?”

“Easy there boy, I am just here to say I am very disappointed with you Dean.”


Crowley raised his hand and said.

“I just want you to know that what I am doing is not because of you but because of (Y/N).”

Dean frees himself from Sam and starts walking towards Crowley he grabs his collar and shakes him.

“Don’t you dare hurt her.”

“Dean, stop.”

“Listen to Moose, Squirrel.” he frees himself from Dean’s grip and says. “I brought her back, she doesn’t belong in hell. But if you do something anything stupid like that again I swear you will regret it Dean.”

Dean and Sam take a breath and ask.

“Where is she?”



Request- Supernatural one shot pleasee where the reader is Sam and deans little sister (she’s 17) and she has depression and self harms and they don’t know but they find out after a bad hunt when patching her up??

Word count- 804

Writer- Caroline

Authors note- I’m so sorry this is coming up so late! I’ve been stressed out with getting ready for classes but its finally up and I hope you enjoy it! (I’m reposting because I tried to edit something and it screwed it up, so I apologize for that!)


“Shit,” you cussed, feeling the sting of the alcohol on your arm.

               “I’m sorry,” your brother Dean apologized. “But we need to disinfect this so when I stich it up it doesn’t get infected.”

               “I know,” you sighed, “It just-ouch!” Damn witches, you thought to yourself. Thinking they can literally throw me around everywhere. I may be young but it doesn’t mean I can’t fight them.  

               “Hey, Y/N, I need you to take off your over shirt so I can see this better,” Dean said apologetically. “No, its fine,” you said, quickly pulling your cliché Winchester flannel off of your dirty body.

               Sam walked into the room, clearing his throat. “I brought ice to numb your arm and dinner for when you’re up for it,” he said, holding up his hands. In one there was an ice pack and the other hand held takeout from what you assumed was a local diner.

               “As long as you got me a burger, life will be good,” Dean smiled. “Do you think I’d actually forget,” Sam scoffed. “How many times have you yelled at me for trying to keep you healthy?”

               “Um, while I appreciate the food,” you interrupted, “can we stich me up before I bleed out?”

               “It’s not that deep,” Sam said. “I doubt it will even leave a scar.”

               “Thank God,” you muttered under your breath. “I already have enough as it is.”

               “What was that?” Dean asked. “Hmm? Oh, I didn’t say anything,” you replied with ease, used to lying so your brother wouldn’t know about your self harm.

                You had been self harming for almost a year now, ever since you messed up on a hunt and had gotten yourself seriously injured. Your brothers tried repeatedly to convince you it wasn’t your fault, but you knew it was. You took a while off of hunting to recover, but ever since you started hunting again your self harming habit had gotten worse ever since you started hunting more. Every time a hunt went wrong, you knew there was something you could have done better; something that might have stopped your or the boys from getting hurt.

               Your train of thought was interrupted by Dean telling you your stitches were done. “Oh, and you can have the first shower,” he added as an afterthought. “Thank you,” you said, standing up and stretching.

               “Y/N? Um, what’re all those scars on your arm from?” Sam asked, giving you a look showing that he knew about your self harm. “Wha- oh, nothing,” you said quickly, grabbing clean clothes from your bag. “Sit down,” Sam said gently, “we need to talk about this.”

               “Sam, I promise you, its nothing.”

               “If it’s nothing, why won’t you talk about it?” Dean butts in.

               “Because I don’t and you can’t force me too!” you said exasperatedly.

               “We’re your brothers and we can sure as hell make you talk about this if we want to!” Dean yelled.

               “You wanna know?! Alright, fine Dean,” you spat out. “I cut myself, okay? I have for a while now and- that’s it. Are you happy now?”

               “Yeah. I’m glad that you told us but, man, you gotta try and stop-“

               “It’s not that that simple, Dean! Don’t you think I would stop if I could? I-I hate this, okay? I don’t want to be like this,” you sobbed, finally breaking down.

               “Then why do you do it?” Sam asked, rubbing circles on your back.

               “B-because,” you hiccupped out, “I’m not good enough for anything. I screw up every damn hunt we go on, and all of the ‘friends’ I make end up hating me for some reason. I just- I hate the person I am. I want to be better.”

               “Hey,” Sam said gently. “You think we haven’t screwed up hunts before? Because we do, more than you know. We just don’t tell you because it’s not important. We all screw up. And those ‘friends’? Yeah, they don’t deserve you. You are such an amazing person, hunter, and sister. If they can’t see  how great you are, well, let Dean or I know and we’ll set ‘em straight,” he finished with a light laugh.

               “Thank you,” you smiled softly, hugging your brother. “It means so much to me knowing you’re here for me.”

               “Of course we’re here for you, sweetheart. We can’t stand to let anything bad happen to you,” Dean said, wrapping you in a hug. “I love you,” he said quietly, kissing your forehead.

               You smiled, motioning for Sam to join the hug. “I love you guys so much. Thank you for everything. You’re the best brothers a girl could ask for.”

               “I wouldn’t go that far,” Sam laughed. “Remember the time that Dean…”

               You smiled, thinking that with the help of your two amazing brothers that someday everything would be okay.  


“Dean…where’s the alcohol?” You groaned as you and the boys made it into the motel room that you were staying in. Stripping out of you jacket and taking off your shirt, you laid on the hard mattress waiting for someone to start stitching up the wound on your stomach.

“Yeah, hold up,” Dean said shrugging out of his jacket and gathered the stuff for the stitches.

He rummaged around his bag for a moment until he found what he was looking for; Bobby’s flask.  He took a long sip of it before handing it to you. You drank a generous amount before screwing on the cap and braced yourself for the pain that you were about to receive.

“Give it here,” Dean said reaching his hand out to grab the flask and took another drink of it. This was the one thing that he hated to do. He hated to have to stich you up.

He kneeled at the edge of the bed with thread and needle in his hand and sighed.

“Move Dean,” Sam demanded taking the needle out of his brother’s hand.

You chuckled as Dean grunted while he moved.

“You big wuss,” you teased him.

“At least I won’t be the one screaming.”

You grabbed the blankets as Sam made the first stitch. You willed yourself not to cry out. You were a fierce hunter that didn’t cry because of a couple of stitches. And then Sam dug the needle into your skin for the second stitch and it was about all you could take.

Stretching out your hand, you grabbed Bobby’s flask out of Dean’s hand and downed the contents. You welcomed the burn as it ran down your throat to your stomach. You looked over at Dean and handed him back the flask.

“Fill me up,” you said through clenched teeth.

Without a word he took the flask and filled it to the brim. Before he handed it back to you, he took a long sip himself.

Sam was able to do two more stitches before you screamed out. Both of the brothers clenched their teeth at the sound of it.

“Aww,” you chuckled through the pain. “Suck it up. It’s not like you’ve never heard me scream before.”

Sam rolled his eyes and grabbed the flask to take a sip of it.

“Hey, don’t drink too much. I don’t want my doctor to be drunk.”

“Shut up, Y/N,” Sam said and got back to the nasty business of stitching you up.

Other than that one time that you screamed out in pain, nothing more than a couple of grunts escaped your lips. Finally he was finished and you let go of the blankets. Slowly you sat up in a sitting position and grabbed a clean shirt to put on.

“Hey, you don’t have to cover up so soon,” Dean joked.

“Shut your mouth, Dean. It’s your turn,” You said taking the needle from Sam’s hand. You walked over to the sink with the flask and poured it over the needle to disinfect it.

You weren’t the only one that needed stitches.

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Sofia has a cut on her forehead and the only thing I can think of is Mark Sloan rushing into the ER, shouting “NO ONE TOUCH’S MY DAUGHTERS FACE BUT ME”, as he meticulously stiches her up making sure not to leave a scar on his “mighty oak”, while simuloutaneously trying to calm down a panic-striken callie torres who has erupted into one of her spanish/english rants because she has told Sofia countless times(once) not to go on the monkey bars unsupervised.