{{user}} and Dean were lying in bed, the thin blanket covering their half naked bodies, when he noticed something.

"What's that?" Dean frowned in confusion, propping himself up on his elbow, looking intently at a scar.

"It's nothing. It's old. Always been there." {{user}} shrugged it off.

"Don't do that." Dean scoffed. "Don't shrug it off like it's not a damn big deal."

"I know every inch of your freakin' body so when I say that scar wasn't there before... it wasn't." He muttered, running his calloused fingers on {{user}}'s skin on the area around the scar gently.

"How'd you get it?" Dean asked, the soft look in his eyes betraying the serious tone of his voice.

"I ain't gonna shut up about it unless you tell me exactly, you hear?" He clenched his jaw.