Eryn x Sam

   Out of everthing, I just had to be like this. To me, it felt awful, and it was one of the worst things I could have. I felt that neither Dean or Sam would understand what it felt like. It was painful. It made it hard to walk, and my skin was just so raw sometimes.

    I remember when they told me what I had, and that it was rare and uncurable. It was treatable though. Still, it sucked.

    Currently laying in the back on the Impala, I tried to get into a comftorable position, and finally did, but right when I did, we reached out destination. "Alright, come on." Dean said hopping out of the car, with Sam close behind. "Why me." I whined and hopped out of the car grabbing my bag and walking to the motel, ignoring the pain of my raw skin rubbing against itself.

   "Room for two please." Dean asked and got the key. He led us to our room and I sighed. "Im taking a bath." I immediately said and locked myself in the bathroom, not noticing the concerned look from Sam I was getting.

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    "Is it bad again?" Someone asked me scaring me as I walked from the bathroom. I looked over seeing Sam sitting on a bed looking at me. "Yeah, it is..." I said and looked down a sad look on my face. "Dont worry, Im here to comfort you, ok?" Sam said and smiled at me. I couldnt help but laugh. "You mean your here to try and comfort me." She said quietly, getting a chuckle out of him.

    I walked over and kissed his head. "Dont worry, Ive had it most of my life. A skin disorder wont get in my way." I said and Sam nodded. "Your a strong girl, thats why I like you." He said and I smiled. "Well, I know its painful, but I think it makes you a eunique person, now, do you want to stay behind on this hunt? Its a witch thats curing people and then brainwashing them." Sam said and I nodded.

   "Ill come, three is better than two am I right?" I said and Sam just nodded, not giving me the chuckle that I was expecting from him. Shaking my head I turned back to my bag and finished getting all the essentials for the hunt.

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"Alright, so the bitchy witch is said to live in the pink house... right up here. Now, the plan was that we are taking Eryn there for her skin disorder, ans the witch heals her, and when she is busy doing that, we kill her. Done and done, we can get pie afterwards." Dean said excitedly before hopping out of the car.

   I hopped out of the impala a huge smile on my face. If the witch actually could cure me, it would be amazing. I looked at Sam and grabbed his hand before basically dragging the Winchesters to the door of the house. Knocking quickly I bounced on the balls of my feet, listening as I heard footsteps near the door.

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     "She didn't cure me..." Was all I said as we reached the hotel room. The witch had found us out before we could do anything, and now I am stuck with this uncomftorable feeling forever.

    "Thats ok Eryn. I still think you dont understand, but your disorder makes you who you are." Sam said to me gently and sat next to me on the bed. "How does it make me who I am? It just causes me pain!" I cried and looked at him, seeing a soft smile on his face. He cupped my face with his hands and gently kissed me.

"I think that everything good and bad about you is what makes you unique. I think that you were not cured today for a reason. Its just who you are, and maybe it does cause you pain, but that doesnt mean that you shouldn't think of it as a bad thing. I love you Eryn, and I hope you understand that everything about you is something you should be proud of." He said gently.

He leaned over and I smiled as he kissed me once again.

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