Hunted

The tattoo

**A/N - I personally don't have any tattoos so I do not know what it is like, or what machines and things they need. So, forgive me if it doesn't sound right. Thanks.**

Y/N's POV

I felt my heart beating hard against my chest as my eyelids fluttered open and I met the beautiful green eyes of Sam Winchester. His face was inches away and the panic was clear on it, "Y/N, oh......please don't do that again" he said sounding relieved.

"Oh my God Sam" I sat up quickly, getting onto my knees, I turned around, reaching out I moved the bloody torn material aside and saw the unscathed skin underneath. What had happened? I was sure that I had stabbed him? I frowned as I looked up into his eyes, "I stabbed you."

"It wasn't you" Sam said reassuringly as he stared back into my eyes.

I remembered everything from when the demon was inside me and I felt so bad about it all. The worst was that I was trying to kill Sam and I knew that I would never forgive myself if I had managed to do so. I glanced up and saw that Castiel was still standing there, and I knew that he had been the one to send the demon from inside me to wherever it was that they were sent. I met his eyes and said, "Thank you once again Castiel and not only for saving me, but" I gave the angel a smile before turning back to Sam, "Sam too."

"We need to get you home" Sam started to get to his feet, and I stood up next to him.

"Actually" I rolled my eyes and fidgeted with my sleeve as I asked, "Can't believe I'm about to say this, but would you mind if we find an open tattoo parlour?"

Sam let out a chuckle, "We could make an appointment for some time tomorrow "

I shook my head, "No, now" Don't sound so desperate. I scolded myself as I looked to the ground annoyed with myself and muttered, "If you're free that is."

I didn't hear anything and when I looked up, I saw that Sam was looking at Castiel. Glancing at me quickly then back to Sam the angel said, "I'll tell Dean you'll be a while."

Sam gave him a weak smile, "Thanks Cas" he said as Castiel disappeared, then turning those beautiful green eyes to me he said, "Are you sure you want to go now?"

I don't know if it was what I wanted but looking into those eyes I felt that he could probably talk me in to almost anything. Where are these thoughts coming from? I asked myself. Why am I so powerless around you Sam Winchester?

Sam took a step closer to me and when he reached out his right hand to grab my upper left arm I felt the tingle rush through me, "You have gone through a lot already tonight. I'm sure tomorrow would be ok."

I wanted to wait, I wanted to say let's wait until tomorrow, maybe by then I could think of something that would get me out of having to have the tattoo at all, but I knew I didn't want another demon inside my mind. It wasn't even that it felt strange, or that all the demon did was tell me over and over that they were going to find the Winchesters and kill them. No. The thing that I had hated, was that the demon had control over me, and did something that I could never think about, let alone do. I hurt Sam, and I never wanted to go through that again.

I sighed and shrugged slightly, "I don't think I want to wait any longer. I can't say I'm excited to get a tattoo, but if it stops another hitchhiker in my brain then the quicker I get one the better."

Dropping his hand Sam nodded his head, "Ok, let's go" he turned and started to walk away, back to the opening of the alley.

I took a deep breath and followed along behind, noticing that Sam slowed slightly, waiting for me to catch up to him. Glancing over his shoulder as I stepped up beside him, he smiled at me and I assumed it was in jest, he said, "I hope needles don't bother you?"