No but every time Dean gets hurt, whether he gets punched in the face for speaking rudely, or slashed by the monster of the week, or slammed against yet another wall in an abandoned house/asylum/apartment building/whatever, Sammy will always take Dean in his arms and carefully, so careful Sammy, clean away the blood, if any, and patch Dean up as though he were made of the most delicate glass. Sam holds Dean like he’s something to be cherished, like Sam’s holding the world in his hands, and presses a kiss to each and every wound Dean receives, whispers how beautiful and how precious Dean is to him, finishing each patch-up with a kiss to Dean’s lips and a murmured “I love you, Dean.” And Dean counts his scars as little trophies, places where Sam has worshiped his body and made Dean whole again.