Mask- a Supernatural fanfiction

Chapter 38: Tattoo

So eventually I grew the balls to get in the tattoo parlor. Well, it was more like Dean grew the balls to push me into the tattoo parlor, but I had the balls to allow him to push me; so it counts.

            I was standing next to Dean as he talked to the tattooist. The man's name was Zac, but Dean called him "Efron" because he looked very similar to that hot celebrity. Zac was a handsome man that didn't seem too much like a tattooist, other than the beautiful flower tattoos on his arms. His hair was dark and almost black, but his eyes were a pretty brown color. The only way he looked like Zac Efron was his facial shape, but either way he was still eye-candy to me.

            Dean seemed to know Zac, because once we walked in, they did the whole man-chest-bump-pat on the back-handshake-thing. Meanwhile, I just stood behind Dean, fiddling with my fingers and trying to calm myself from thinking about the pain.

            After they seemed to be done "catching up", Zac turned to me and smiled, waiting for an introduction from Dean. Dean seemed to notice because he looked at me then back to Zac, and then got to business.

            "Efron, this is Catherine, m-my friend. Catherine, this is Efron."

            'My friend'?! What the hell?! He introduced me to Zac as 'his friend'? Is that all I am to him?

            I didn't even have time to react to it before I had to go back to the 'friendly girl' façade to strangers.

Zac humbly stretched out his hand for me to shake, and I took it and forcefully smiled back at him. After all, he was about to be giving me a permanent tattoo that I would have for the rest of my life, so I had to be nice to him. Zac talked first, making me redirect my attention from Dean's idiocy to Zac's kindness.

"Please, call me Zac," he greeted, and then let go of my hand. I put on my friendly smile to hide the anger I had for Dean. He will so be getting an ear-full from me later.

"It's nice to meet you, Zac," I replied with a wide smile.

Then I got a petty idea. If Dean wanted to play this whole 'she's just my friend' game, then I'll play along. And I'll make him eat my dust, because if anyone can turn her level from 'sweet girl' to 'petty devil-lady', it's me.

Game on, Dean Winchester. Game on.

So I put on my flirty-girl eyes, popped my hip a little, and smiled a little brighter. Zac–bless his unknowing soul– caught on and did his whole flirting thing, thinking that I was actually into him. I really was only into one man in this room, but he just took the wrong turn on making-a-girl-happy avenue, so he's going to get what he has coming.

So, therefore, I acted like I wanted Zac, only to make Dean jealous. And in the moment of silent-flirting that was going on between Zac and I, I think he caught on. Dean cleared his throat a couple of times before Zac finally turned his attention from me to the other man in the room.

Dean's tone was a controlled angry one as he spoke, "Okay, Efron. I need you to tat her up with the same tat as I have." That's when Dean pulled down his shirt to reveal his anti-possession tattoo in the most aggressive way possible, and with an addition of the 'I'm so done with this' look.

It's working.

Zac's eyes turned back to me and looked me up and down with a smile before turning to a big leather chair and patting it, signaling for me to sit down. Then he disappeared down the hall, probably to get a few things. Before I could advance to the chair, I felt Dean's hand wrap around my wrist and gently turn me to him. And before I could see his face, I did a secret eye roll then completely changed my facial expression to an innocent smile before our eyes connected.