No Longer Will Darkness Prevail

"Bed Hog"

"What?" I asked again when they didn't answer me.

Still no answer.

That's when I realized that they were looking down at my legs.

More specifically, my right leg.

"Ash," Sam said slowly. "Come here, please."

I walked over to them slowly and sat down on Sam's bed.

I propped my leg up on the bed because I knew what they wanted to see.

"Nice tat," Dean said with a grin.

"How long have you had this tattoo?" Sam asked.

"I think they showed up when I was about fifteen," I said looking down at my tattoo.

My tattoo was an anti-possession star with thin and thick swirls that come off of the flames of the star.

The swirls reminded me of a tribal tattoo.

The tribal swirls started at my ankle and up my leg to my thigh, disappearing under the boxers.

The tattoo didn't stop there though.

It continued up my thigh and up to my back, where it stopped.

" 'Showed up?' " Sam questioned.

I nodded slowly.

"What do you mean they showed up?" He asked.

I took a deep breath.

"The anti-possession star showed up first," I started. "I went to be one night and when I woke the next morning it was there. A few weeks later, maybe a month, I was just sitting there with Jason, and my leg started burning. I watched a small section just appear. It literally just materialized onto my skin."

Sam and Dean looked confused.

"The rest of the tattoo has just appeared slowly since then," I finished.

The guys looked a little speechless.

I just shrugged and got up.

I grabbed my phone and my headphones off the table and sat on Dean bed.

I got comfortable and pulled up Netflix.

The could feel the guys staring at me.

I just ignored them and put my headphone in.

I pulled up Doctor Who.

(Leave me and my geeky ways alone)

I only got about half way through the episode I was watching before I passed out.

****

I woke up sometime in the middle of the night.

My phone and headphones were sitting on the table next to the bed and Dean was fast asleep next to me.

He was sprawled out on his stomach on most of the bed, leaving me on the edge, almost falling off.

He had one of his legs over mine and his arm was resting on my stomach.

"Bed hog," I grumbled.

I pushed his arm and leg off me and pushed him over.

I cuddled back into my blanket and was almost asleep when Dean flopped over and put his arm over my stomach again.

I just ignored it this time.

I noticed how cold I was so I moved a little closer to Deans warm body, I also didn't want to fall off the bed.

I fell asleep soon after that.

****

The next morning I woke up slowly.

My head pounding.

It almost felt like a hangover, which I've only had once.

About a week after my parents died I got wasted, and I mean wasted!

All I know is that I will never drink again...ever.

I did not only wake up with a head splitting headache, I also woke up in Deans arms.

He was laying next to me with his arms wrapped around me, I was facing him, my head resting against his bare chest.

His breath was moving my hair slightly, his heart beat moving rhythmically.

I wanted to fall back asleep to get rid of my headache, but Dean decided to wake up.

I didn't have to see his face to know he was awake, his heart beat sped up and his body slightly tensed.

He removed his arms from around me and sat up.

He rubbed the grogginess from his eyes.

"Do you remember last night?" Dean asked.