Supernatural One-shots!

Dean.x.reader First Tattoo

Imagine: Dean Winchester takes you to get an anti-possession tattoo

As you can probs tell I suck at endings. I'm sorry I still suck at updating but I'm just working on the series I was telling you about previously so I've been busy. I'm really happy though bc I was so stressed about finals and my 78 in Geometry got brought up to an 80 bc I guessed correctly and got a 95% on it.

"Alright Champ, you ready?" Dean asked, his arm wrapped around your neck and his hand gripping your shoulder reassuringly like he did with Sam. You both started up at the bright neon sign that blinked:

Tattoo; and it couldn't help but remind of the movie Lights Out.

"No," you replied honestly, feeling your body grow cold as your nerves kick in. Your stomach began to do flips, and you prayed that you would get a S.O.S call from Sammy or Castiel. Dean stepped in front of you, both hands on your shoulders as he looked down into your (e/c) eyes.

"Listen," He began, tightening his grip on your shoulders and shaking them lightly, "You're (y/n) freakin' (y/l/n)! The most badass hunter I've ever met! Demons didn't have a chance before but this-," He stopped nodding his head towards the sign, "this'll be nothing!"

You nodded your head, shaking out your palms and taking deep breaths. Dean smiled, patting your shoulder before leading the way into the parlor. He was your best friend. Making sure tot sie the lead and be a gentlemen. Making sure the area was safe and that if anything jumped it would be at him first. Luckily, nothing did.

It wasn't very crowded, but there were a few people. Designs and pictures littered the dark red walls. Chairs were placed in front of the windows and aligned against the walls, and despite the Gothic like interior the place was filled with sunlight.

Dean made his way to the middle-aged man behind the desk. His ears were gaged and stretch so far you were sure your fist could fit through, colorful and non-colorful tattoos blanketed all of his skin except for his face which were only littered with a few. His Mohawk was spiked and colored neon-joker green. His shirt all black with rainbow overalls.

Dean looked almost concerned as he approached them and have you a what the fuck look. You shrugged in response, not really caring what the man looked like. Dean was obviously weary of this strange character, and he probably couldn't even understand why you weren't.

"What can I do for you?" The man asked, his eyes glancing up from his phone as he eyed both you and Dean.

"Uh, a tattoo of this," Dean pulled down his shirt, "on her ribcage, please."

Your heart skipped as you heard Dean tell the man where the tattoo was gonna be placed. You knew ribcage ones hurt... a lot. Especially with your body type. You couldn't help but chew on your fingernails, a disgusting habit you swore off.

"I.D please." He asked, holding out his hand for your I.D. You looked Farley young, but you were only 25. To most people you looked extremely young, but that's the price of beauty. You pulled out your fake I.D. and placed it in the mans large hand, "Okay.... Quinn Bowman. Just sign this contract and I'll take you to that nice lady over there."

You nodded and signed the contract without hesitation. The man took you and Dean to the artist that was going to be putting this on your body. She was blonde that was pulled into a sloppy bun that had colorful blue and green streaks littered in it. She had the hourglass figure of a goddess with a white tank top, and 80's styled high waisted- blue skinny jeans, to show it off. The skin that showed was covered in tattoos, but not as much as the guy behind the counter. Her dark red lipstick was paling out her skin beautifully, and the winged eyeliner and long eyelashes made her Castiel-blue eyes pop.

"Ribcage tattoo, huh?" She asked, leaning over the drawing table and sketching the Anti-possession tattoo on a sheet of tracing paper. Dean was practically drooling at her feet.

"Yeah it'll be my first tattoo, and I'm kinda nervous." You said shakily, watching her dainty manicured hands finish.

"Wow," she replied, standing straight up, "Tough girl."

You nodded awkwardly in response, causing her to smile. She waved you both over to a massage like table away from the windows. You laid down on it, your shirt off and her cold hands placing the outline of the tattoo on your ribcage. Dean sat on the other side of you, where your face was looking.

"You good so far?" He asked quietly, and you nodded, reaching over and grabbing your best friends hand. He gripped it back reassuringly with a tight smile spread across. You heard the machine start up and you flinched at the sound. Dean squeezed your hand again and the lady, Makenna, counted down from three.

"Alright," she said, making you huff, "1....2...."

She never finished getting to three before you felt little pinpricks begin to poke at your side. You flinched when the "pen" went over the bones, but it wasn't bad enough to cry over. You'd been through worse pain and this... this was nothing compared to what you've been through. You just squeezed Deans hand as he kept you up to date on how it was going.

It didn't take long to finish, two hours at most. You didn't really keep time, but when you were done you were beyond excited to see it. Makenna cleaned your skin, a little bit of blood coming off on her glove. She placed the tape over it and let you sit up and stretch.

"The pain didn't seem to bother you that much huh? Was it as bad as you expect?" She asked teasingly as you both stood up.

"Not at all." You laughed, relief washing over you as you poked around the tender wrapped skin. Dean came over in front of you, next to Makenna, and sat a full length mirror in between them. You turned to the side a bit to get the perfect angle to examine the new tattoo. It looked exactly like Sam and Deans only touched up. It was dark. Very dark. And the skin around it was red. You smiled as you poked at the edges of the plastic.

"You like?" She asked, excitedly clapping her hands as she watched you hopefully. You had a wide, goofy grin on your face.

"I love."