❝ i promise that whoever did this to you will suffer. ❞
Sam winces as she threads the needle through the next piece of skin, nibbling on her cheek as the thread pulls her skin back together. She flashes a quick glance at her brother before focusing on the task at hand once more.
"Calm yourself, Dean," she murmurs, releasing a momentary breath as she finishes patching herself up. "It's just a little scratch. No reason to go on a crusade or anything. We've both been through far worse."















