A flesh wound is just your flesh being torn apart. Your flesh was brutalized and a painful reminder of how reckless or outmatched you were. A flesh wound is a testimony of your mistakes and it would constantly remind you of not repeating them. A flesh wound would heal, but the ego wouldn't. Dean was bruised, both physically and mentally. His body was covered in the scars he earned during his hunting nights. Testimonials of the pain he endured ever since he started this job. He remembered the story of each and every one of his wounds, why they happened, how he learned his lesson from these and there were nights when Dean could feel them burn on his skin. There were nights when the weight of guilt overwhelmed the Winchester, to the point where he just couldn't sleep and instead worked the case to avoid thinking.
That was until Oya entered his life. Before her, very few of his dates asked questions about his scars. They simply assumed he earned them the night his parents were killed and that it would be rude to ask him about them. Most of them ignored his bruised flesh and pretended they didn't see what was displayed for their eyes to see and Dean was fine with it. After all, they were pretty nobodies he would forget the following day, why would he bother with whether or not they noticed his bruised body. Very few did notice, few women like Jo who was very comfortable with the story told by his marred skin. Oya went further. She wanted to know everything about his scars. She wanted to know his story and he told her everything without thinking about it twice.
Both had a collection of scars, Oya's biggest were on her arms, a painful reminder of her recklessness. She was the only one who could fully understand what he went through because they were doing the very same job. They saved people, they put down monsters and they protected the world as it was. Oya understood she knew what this job cost Dean and the toll it took on him. They almost lost each other but Oya persisted and refused to let him go, much to his dismay and relief at the same time. Deep down, the Winchester knew he wouldn't have forgiven himself if Oya had gone away. He expected her to leave him any chance she got and yet, she remained there. She remained with him.
His body kept the story of their previous fights on it and she couldn't help but kiss his scarred shoulder as he pumped into her hard. Each of his hands was holding her legs up, preventing her from moving as he dived into her at a fast and rough pace. The bed creaked and shook under their combined weight, the room was filled with her high-pitched moans and his loud grunts as he relentlessly fucked her little cunt. After so long without touching each other, Dean and Oya could not wait any longer. Her teeth grazed the skin of his shoulder while her hands sunk into the hard skin of his shoulder blades. Her toes curled as he went harder and she bit harder at his shoulder as her climax ravaged her. Her bite was strong and drew blood which made Dean wince and pushed him over the edge too. As soon as he came inside of her, Dean pushed himself away and pulled her into a tight embrace so they could enjoy the rest of the night.
A flesh wound is just your flesh being torn apart. It usually never is pleasant for it's been inflicted with the intent to hurt you. Dean had seen them all. From gunshots to monster bites, his skin had suffered enough to write his pain all over his body. A flesh wound heals but your ego never does and it burns every time you look at your scars because you remember. Dean while not ignoring his victories, never forgot his failures and each wound he earned by making a mistake or failing the victims reminded him to remain humble and work harder. He could count on a hand the injuries he received that came from love. But each bite and scratch left by his wife overwhelmed him with love and warmth. Each mark left by her was a reminder that someone actually loved him. Each mark was a reminder that someone saw him for who he really was. She was intoxicating Dean and he wanted more from her. He wanted more of her.
Always and forever.
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