A Hunter's Daughter (Supernatural Fan Fic)

Chapter 3

"How are we going to do this?" Dean asked as we pulled into a tattoo parlor. I looked at the door and they said that they were opened. Castiel was standing away from the car. He was looking around the place for something.

"I have ideas, but they are all really weird." I told them. I was sure that Dean would have to show something to prove that he was my dad and that I had his permission.

"What are they? Because I have nothing." Dean sounded really stressed. He had his face in his hands.

"I will take Sam in. You and I look too much a like. He and I can pretend that we are brother and sister." I told them. Dean looked at me and I could see that he wasn't liking that idea.

"No, that won't work." He told me. I sighed and looked at Sam.

"It will. I am pretty tall for a girl and guys usually think that I am older than my actual age." I told him. He could be stubborn, but I was too.

"Dean, that would work. She looks like she could be 19." Sam told him. Dean looked at Sam.

"That's my daughter that you're talking about." He said. I was surprised that he was already protective.

"Come on Sammy." I told Sam as I started to walk in the atattoo parlor. He said that he didn't have any ideas, himself.

I walked in the parlor and I saw that it was a small area. There were tree other rooms and the waiting room wasn't decorated very well. THere were designs all over the place. Sam came in and looked at me. He was smiling at me. 

We told the lady what we wanted. She collected the artist and he questioned us a little about what we wanted. Sam then took his shirt and pulled it down a little, so that we could see that tattoo. I was shiocked that he would have one. The artist then looked between the two of us.

"You to together?" He asked us. I smiled at him and nodded my head as I grabbed Sam's hand.

"Yeah, we are. He got his a while back and beause I have cancer, we waited until I was a little bit better." I told the artist. I was going to get that tattoo. He smiled at us and drew it out.

He showed us to another room. It was tiny. I was sure that Sam wasn't going to fit in it. He and I waiting in the room alone as he went to tranfer it for tracing. I was still nervous around him and he could tell that I was.

"Hey, I'm not going to hurt you. Cas and Dean aren't either." He told me finally. I looked at him and smiled a little.

"I'll warm up soon enough." I told him with a smile. He nodded his head and looked at the door.

"Why won't Dean let me call him 'dad'? Is there something wrong with that? I just thought that it would be okay." I asked Sam. He looked at me and sighed.

"Our dad wasn't the best. I think that he just doesn't want to be like him. he really isn't like him at all, though. Keep calling him that, though. He'll warm up." Sam said. I nodded my head. I would throw it in once in a while. I just didn't want to make him feel uncomfortable.

"He was actually a dad for a little while. It wasn't his kid, but he loved him like one. But I'm glad that you are here now." Sam finished with. I felt like he was being honest with me.

The artist came in the room and showed me it. He asked where I wanted it and I told him that I wanted someplace that it wouldn't hurt too much. He told me that most women were okay with it on their upper leg. I looked at Sam and he shrugged at me. I pulled my pants down and laid on my side. Sam looked at me and he looked worried.

I felt the cold alcohol on my skin. I wanted to back out, but we needed to do this. I was used to needles. I should be fine with this. Then he started on it. Sam grabbed my hand when I started to hiss. The artist chuckled and continued.