Hunted

Tattoos

When we got back to the house I was surprised to see the trench coat was missing. Dean threw the keys on the table and sat down. He pulled out a gun and began to load it. When he finished he put the gun back in his jacket and stood up. He and Sam walked up to me. I was sitting on the couch now.

"You'll need an anti-possession tattoo," Sam said.

"A what?" I replied. Sam pulled down the collar of his shirt to reveal a symbol. He looked at Dean and tilted his head. Dean rolled his eyes and showed me his tattoo. I didn't know what it was but by now I could trust the boys.

"Okay, that's fine," I replied. They looked at me shocked.

"But I get to choose where," I had a lot of tattoos. They were pretty much hidden by my clothes. I got them when I was around the age 16. I didn't want my parents to see them, otherwise I would get in huge trouble.

A few hours later we went to a tattoo parlor. I got the tattoo on my thigh. It didn't take long and it didn't hurt much. I had to keep cling-wrap on it for a little while.

Cas zapped into the room. He looked at me nervously and walked up to me.

"How are you?" He asked.

"I'm fine," I was confused as to why he didn't ask Sam and Dean the same question.

"Why did you leave when Sam walked outside?" I asked him. I could see that the question I asked made him uncomfortable. He wasn't answering and he looked away. I turned his head back to me, stood on my tip-toes, and kissed him. He was surprised at first but he kind of leaned in to it after a while. He pulled back and smiled at me. I smiled back.

"Hey, sorry to ruin the fun but we've got a job to do so if you could just, I don't know, not do that," Dean said in a sarcastic tone.