We pulled up at a small building with an open sign in the window. Dean, Sam and Cas got out of the car, while I stalled as best I could.
"Rosie come on, it's not that bad." Sam held my hips and started to pull me out of the door on my right. I held on to anything I could, trying to pull myself back into the car. After about two minutes of this, Sam let go of my hips and closed the door of the car with me in it. I sat quietly, looking around for someplace to hide, while he talked to Dean. I was about to crawl under the seat when Sam came back in the car and sat next to me.
"Baby, you know you have to get this tattoo, so I'll tell you what.. I'll hold your hand the whole time and when your done we can go do whatever you want." He ran his fingers through my long hair, pulling me close to him. He kissed my forehead and then slowly made his way to my lips. The kiss was soft at first, but grew more passionate by the second. His hands were on the back of my head, pulling me even more closer to him. The time whizzed by, and I completely forgot where I was until I heard a knock on the window.
"Hey, you two done? We have to get moving" Dean's voice roared through the window. We separated and got out of the car. Dean strutted into the tattoo place next to Cas, while I nervously walked with Sam.
"You'll be fine," he said while holding the door open for me. The inside of the building was dark, mostly black, and has pictures of tattoos hanging on the walls. Dean told the woman at the front desk we just wanted one quick tattoo. She told him to wait about ten minutes and one of the tattoo artists would be ready. With every minute I got more and more nervous, my grip on Sam's hand getting tighter.
It felt like hours before someone was ready for us. I slowly walked behind Sam through a dim hallway to room number three. Once I turned in, I saw a bald, rather large man sitting by a small black desk. Sam sat in an uncomfortable looking chair in the corner of the room, eyeing the bald man suspiciously. I made my way to the large chair in the middle of the room before the man noticed we had situated ourselves.
"Well hello miss," he said, turning around in his chair. He smiled holding a hand out towards me. I shook it shakily.
"What kind of tattoo do you want today?" Sam gave the man a drawing of the anti-possession symbol, and after some examination and questioning looks, he started. I held in my cries as best as I could, squeezing Sam's hand the whole time. When he finished, I admired the ink on my right forearm.
"Thanks." I waved slightly, making my way out behind Sam. We all piled back into the Impala.
"Looks like we already have a new case." Dean looked at us in the rear view mirror.
"Oh joy. Where and what happened," I asked.
"Missouri. A rich mayor found dead. The twist? His wife accused of murdering him, but says someone or something told her to."
"So possession? Or maybe witches?" Dean nodded, starting the car and pulling out of the parking lot.
