Sam Winchester (and occasionally others) x Reader

New Tattoo (Sam)

"It's official. If (y/n) is coming with us to hunt a demon, she needs the sigil." Dean looked back at you in the mirror to shoot you a grin as he pulled in front of the tattoo parlor.

"She could just wear a charm." Sam grumbled as he frowned towards his brother.

You gave Sam a concerned look before scanning the sign overhead. Your thumbs danced around each other eagerly as your foot bounced. You tried to give Sam a smile, but it came out a little panicked.

All of this started about a month ago when you started to join the boys on hunts. They started you out small, simple salt and burns, the occasional werewolf. Your boyfriend Sam almost always came with you, sometimes Dean as well, but they would let you lead the case. They were only there for back up, it was your chance to prove yourself and so far it's gone rather well.

Now however, you've caught wind of a case that screams demon. You were ready to go, at least until Dean stopped you with this grin on his face. He told you that the only way you could take this case was if you got the mark to protect you from possession. You had seen them before, most notably on your boyfriend's chest, but you never knew what it meant.

Sam wasn't sure you could handle it and has been trying to plea your case for the last hour. Dean would have none of it however, he was like the annoying brother in law that liked to see you suffer.

So here you were, sitting in the Impala while the guys argued whether or not you should get a tattoo. Little did they know the reason you were nervous wasn't because you were scared. Actually, you were excited. You had done some research on your phone on the way and had an awesome idea for this tattoo. The ones the boys had worked, but they lacked a certain flair.

"What do you think (y/n)?" Your boyfriend's voice pulled you from your thoughts.

"What? Sorry." You mumbled as you glanced over to him.

"You don't have to do this if you don't want to. We have charms you can wear as a necklace or something if you want." You could see in his face how much he cared about you, it was really sweet to see how concerned he was.

"If she can't handle a simple tattoo, how is she gonna handle the crap we deal with on a day to day basis? Besides those things are so easy to rip off." Dean smirked back to you after talking to Sam.

"He's not wrong." You smile as Sam frowns.

"Nobody is forcing you." Sam smiled comfortingly and held your hand.

"I know. I want to do this. If it can help keep not only me safe but those around me, let's do it." You smiled and kissed his cheek before opening the door and stepping out.

The door to the shop opened easily with a ding, the bell above the door ringing to signal your entrance. The place was nice. Folders and books along with posters of tattoos covered the walls and shelves, rock music played rather loudly over the speakers, and tattoo machines hummed from the back. The room had the feeling of some occult underground bar.

The room also seemed familiar, escpecially since this wasn't your first tattoo. Sam and Dean however didn't know this. Yes, you and Sam have had sex, but he still hasn't found your little hidden tattoos that make you rather proud. You never wanted them to be found by your parents so you hid them pretty well.

"Hi. My name is Mandy. How can I help you gentlemen?" She asked. You had been standing behind Sam so she couldn't see you yet.

"Hey there. My brothers girlfriend is here to get a tattoo." Dean gestured in your direction as Sam set his arm around your shoulders.

"(Y/n)?" She asked when she saw you.

It took you a moment before you recognized her. "Amanda?!" You smiled as you slipped out of Sam's hold to hug her.