Destiel Oneshots❤️❤️❤️

Ink

Credit for this wonderful idea goes to the lovely @kidsarentallright 😊 Sorry it wasn't as good as I wanted but oh well 😐
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I inhaled the sweet smell of blood, sweat and pain, the natural scent of the tattoo parlour that I had become accustomed to in the past year. I'd finally gotten the job I'd always wanted....kind of. I was still training for it, I was yet to do my first tattoo. Meg, my boss, smiled at me as I awkwardly approached her after she finished talking to a customer.

"Hey, Clarence!" She waved frantically, signalling me to come faster.

"Castiel." I corrected, leaning against the counter and playing with my lip piercing.

"Right. Anyways, you've got yourself your first customer," she said, raising her eyebrows awaiting my reaction. I straightened up, my eyes widening.

"Really? Y-you think I'm ready?"

"More than ready," she pointed to a boy who looked slightly younger than me. "That's him right there. Go on, ask him what he wants." She urged, almost having to push me. I was incredibly nervous, because I'd never tattooed an actual person before.

I took in the boy's features as I approached him. He had a nice shade of green eyes, and freckles covered his nose and various places around his face. He was wearing a black t-shirt that really defined his muscles and simple blue jeans. I noticed he already had a tattoo on his arm that read 'Lisa Forever'.

"Who's Lisa?" I smirked as I approached him, pulling up a chair and sitting in front of me. His eyes widened at my appearance before he looked away in embarrassment. A lot of people looked at me strangely, but I was used to it. It was probably because of my piercings, dark blue hair and tattoos crawling up my neck that people seemed to find me intimidating. I didn't think I was, but I guess it was just the vibe I put out.

"Well, it wasn't forever." (If anyone knows what episode this line is from I'm proud of you)He smirked back, although he still wasn't looking at me.

"You looking to get that removed?" I asked, grabbing his arm gently to look closer at it. He flinched when I did so, causing me to raise an eyebrow at him. He just blushed a bright crimson.

"Sorry, just you're hands are cold." I smiled, knowing that that wasn't the actual reason, but not judging him for it. I had almost completely forgot about how nervous I actually was, but I was reminded when he pulled a scrap of paper from his jean pocket.

"Actually, I wanted you to give me this." He handed me the paper, which contained a poor drawing. From what I could make out, it was a pentagram like shape in a flaming circle. I narrowed my eyes at it, trying to make out every specific detail before I recreated it to be tattooed.

"My little brother Sam drew it, sorry if he's not the best artist," he chuckled, starting to remove his shirt.

"Woah, what are you doing?" I asked, getting glimpses of the six pack hidden beneath the fabric. He gave me a weird look.

"Showing you where I want it." Now I felt stupid. Of course that's what he was doing, and I guess I was just so nervous that I didn't process it properly.

He finished removing his shirt and pointed to the space right above his heart. I nodded and took him over to the table so he could help me draw the design. Well, I would do the drawing, he would coach me along. I was nearly finished when he finally gave me a suggestion.

"Ok, so could you maybe make it a little bigger?" He pleaded, looking up at me. I sighed dramatically and he laughed, a cute little laugh. "I'm just kidding, it's perfect."

He lost all confidence, however, when I first started pulling all the equipment out.

"Just so you know, I've never done this before," I said nervously as I started cleaning the needles again. All of the colour drained from his face and I saw him grip the arms of his chair tightly.

"Are you serious?" He stuttered, his knuckled beginning to turn white as he gripped the chair. I moved over to him, holding the needle over the drawing on his chest.

"Deadly." I pressed the needle to his flesh, not allowing him to turn back. He let out a breath, which happened to be right in my face. His breath smelled nice, minty like he'd just brushed his teeth.

"So, uh, you always paint your nails? I thought that was a chick thing," he said casually, referring to the black polish on my fingers.

"You know, I don't even know your name," I said, avoiding his question. I was actually curious as to what this boy was called.

"Oh, it's Dean. Dean Winchester. You?"

"Castiel. Have I heard your name before?" I asked, knowing I'd heard it somewhere.

"Yeah, I'm in the newspaper a lot. I'm on the high school football team." He said through his teeth, letting out a little hiss as I wiped away the blood and continued.

"I knew I'd heard it before. You were two grades below me when I graduated. That was when you just got on the team, right?" He looked shocked that I knew who he was.

"Sorry, but I've never seen you before," he apologized. I just smiled and continued my work. Dean's breaths were slowly turning from shaky to steady, and so were mine. I'd only known him personally for about in hour, but I already felt comfortable around him.

An awkward silence followed in the next ten minutes. I was almost halfway done when he finally spoke up again.

"So, Cas? Can I call you Cas?" I nodded, not taking my eyes off my work, which was going surprisingly well. "You got a girlfriend?"

"What does that have to do with anything, Dean? Besides, girls aren't my type." I wiped away some blood and excess ink and continued.

"What do you mean, not your type?" He looked genuinely confused. I smiled at him, waiting for him to figure it out. Realization overcame his face.

"Oh! You mean, you're like," his voice became a whisper. "Into dudes?" I burst out laughing at this, the way he said it so awkwardly and whispered it as if he didn't want anyone to hear. He still looked shocked when I finished laughing and wiped the tears out my eyes.

"How did you know you were gay?" Well that was unexpected. I just shrugged and pressed the needle back to his flesh. "You've got to know." I closed my eyes, smiling at the memory.

"Well, Dean. I knew I was gay when I first started developing feelings on my best friend. I was confused at first, because I knew I was supposed to like girls, because society wanted me to like girls, but I didn't. My best friend at the time, was straighter than a board, and it turned out that I could bend that board. So I did. We dated for two years before we evidently broke up."

"Sorry to hear that." Dean clenched his eyes shut when I hit a certain spot with the needle. I was about to apologize but he just waved it off.

"I've been single ever since," I said, wiping the last of the blood and ink from his chest. He sat up, smiling at the swollen design above his heart.

"Not bad, for your first time," his eyes widened and he looked up at me, "I didn't mean in like, a...dirty way. I'm not like....gay or anything." And with that, he was gone. Not even a goodbye or a thank you. I felt something stir in my chest at the sight of him leaving in such a hurry, and I almost felt...sad.

     "Dean!" I don't know why I yelled out to him. Usually I'm much too socially awkward to talk to anyone at all, but the way he made me felt and the fact that he was escaping before I could do anything about brought out a side of me I'd never seen.

     "Yeah?" His eyebrows furrowed as he turned to respond. I walked up to him and placed a convenient scrap of paper that I carried around with me for just this reason, although I'd never went through with it since that one time three years ago, when I discovered my sexuality. I laughed at his blush as I said one of the most unexpected things ordinary old Castiel Novak ever did.

      "Call me sometime."