Dean's Cowgirl /✔

Chapter Thirty-Three

 i woke up and rubbed my eyes, looking down at Dean sleeping. it was almost nine and i needed to head into the tattoo shop. i crawled out of bed and over to the bathroom. i brushed my teeth quickly and brushed my hair. then i stripped out of Dean's shirt and went to get a bra. i put one on and then picked out the most comfortable pair of jeans i owned. i slid them up to my hips, but barely. i can usually do this easily. i couldn't button my jeans. shit.

"dammit, i need new jeans." i hissed, stripping out of them again and grabbing a pair of sweat pants. i grabbed a light blue t shirt and slipped it over my head. but it didn't go over my belly.

"son of a bitch." i swore. i took off my shirt and began looking for a bigger one. i didn't have one.

"what's wrong?" i heard Dean yawn. i turned to look at him, still standing in my sweatpants and bra. he was shirtless, donning shorts.

"i can't fit into my clothes." i said, grumping. i plopped down on the bed and tried to put my elbows on my knees. because of the baby bump, they almost reached but not quite. i sighed and just laid on my back. Dean's face appeared above me. he was smiling.

"what?" i asked. "i have to wear sweatpants to work and i can't even find a shirt, so i might as well go shirtless."

"nah, babe. you can just wear my shirt." i winked.

"to work?" i asked. he shrugged.

"why not. you can't fit anything else." he looked at my stomach and put his hand on my belly. i smiled. he rubbed my baby bump gently in circular motions, his eyes watching the movement.

"ok fine. but after work, we're going to target to find some clothes that fit." i grumbled. he grinned winked, looking at me. i sat up and went to his closet to pull out a t shirt that was tight across his nice chest on him. on me, it was perfect. but it wasn't really a nice shirt. it had grease stains from working on the impala and it said AC/DC across the back. i didn't mind the AC/DC part, it was the stains.

i don't really mind wearing clothes with holes or stains in them either, but i was going to work. not sit around the house. i put on some socks and grabbed Dean's hoodie, slipping on my boots.

"aren't you hungry?" he asked. i looked up to find him slipping on a pair of jeans and his work shirt.

"i'll stop at the barn for breakfast pizza." i said. the barn was a gas station. it was actually called the red barn, but everyone local just called it the barn. he nodded.

i went down the stairs as fast as i could, my folder with tattoo designs in them, in my hand. i went into the kitchen and grabbed a huge mason jar, putting sweet tea into it. i put on the lid and went out to my 2001 mercury cougar V6. it was a manual transmission, and i wanted to get a truck, but i couldn't afford one at the moment since my old truck was stolen. this was the car i had as a teenager, and i was driving it until i could afford a new truck.

i sat in it and put my mason jar in the passenger seat. i pushed on the clutch and turned the key, starting it. i put it into first gear and started down the driveway. i turned onto the dirt road and shifted into second. i drove and shifted into third. then fourth. then fifth. i rode into town and pulled up to the barn, putting it in neutral and turning it off. i ran inside and got three pieces of breakfast pizza.

then i drove over to the tattoo shop, parking outside. i grabbed my mason jar of sweet tea and then put my folder of designs under my arm. i attempted to get my pizza and keys but could only hold one piece of pizza and my keys. i started to turn to just make two trips, but smacked into a hard chest. i blinked and looked up at my boss's face.

"hey, Jim!" i said. he smiled and nodded, reaching to grab my two other pieces of pizza. i closed the door and locked my car, turning to walk into the shop with Jim behind me.

i got to my area and set down my mason jar, pizza, keys, and folder onto the small desk. i picked up a pizza and started to eat it, taking large bites. Mary was coming in at eleven for her first tattoo session and it was now ten thirty. i started looking over my tattoo design for her and making sure it was how i liked it for when she came in to confirm it, while chewing my breakfast pizza. Jim didn't go away he just kind of hovered, sitting in the chair my clients sat in while i did their tattoos. i ignored him, thinking he was just bored. i flipped through the pages, examining the roses, skulls and guns laced together into one big design. the tattoo was large, so i had to have it on several papers.

i wiped off my fingers and taped them together, making on long paper with the design along it. i hummed and started on my second piece of pizza. Jim came up and stood next to me, looking over the design. he ordered and paid for all the ink and tattooing equipment, and i did the actual tattoos. he did tattoos too, but i did some of them. so thirty percent of the money i made, went to him for ink, gloves, and tattoo machines. part of it also went into the building's water and electric bill.

i put my hands on the desk, leaning on it. a hand covered my right hand.

confused, i looked up at the owner.

"Jim?" i asked, frowning.

"Sara." he replied huskily. i widened my eyes.

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