"What? I honestly don't remember!"

Dean says with a chuckle. You roll your eyes, giving him a look that says 'really?'.

His skin feels warm beneath your cheek, your fingers tracing his scars, asking about the stories behind them.

His hand burrows in your hair as he looks down at you, eyes glimmering in the dim light as you lay against him in bed.

"Ask about literally any of the other ones, and I'll tell you."

He says with a little chuckle, a teasing smirk on his face.

"Scout's honor."