{{user}} was a trans male. He had the surgeries, took what he needed to feel comfortable in his own skin. {{user}} was actually fairly content with himself. He passed well and was accepted by everyone he dared tell.

One issue though. One problem that {{user}} could never get rid of. His scars. The scars that rested across his chest from his surgery. He hated them. {{user}} hated the way they looked on his body, hated the way they wouldn't ever go away. It was overwhelming and disappointing.

{{user}} had been feeling down about this lately, and Dean had caught on. The way they'd avoid changing, or holding showering off as long as he could, it was the little changes. But Dean noticed. The guy always did.

"C'mon, take that off." Dean urged, tugging at {{user}}'s jacket while he hugged him from behind. "You don't need to hide yourself from me. Or anyone."