Carry On My Wayward Sons... And Daughter.

The Tattoo... with a little touch.

"So where did you say you want it?" The tattooist asked she showed me the picture Dean gave me.

"Right here, Next to my colarbone." I told her as I pointed on my right shoulder.

I decided to stick to the place where Sam and Dean did it because... It's just cool.

She raised an eyebrow in intrest.

"It's a family thing." I told her, Sam and Dean moved their shrits a little to show her their tattoos.

She hummed a little.

"Ok." She told me.

I sat down on the chair and waited for her to get the needle.

"Hey Ari, We're going to get some food for the road." Dean said.

"Think you can manage without us?" Sam asked.

"Sure, But do me a favor and get me some cookies filled with chocolate cream filling." I asked them.

"Will do." Dean said and they left.

I looked up a little to make sure they were gone.

The tattooist came back with the needle.

"Say, Do you do piercing too?" I asked.

"Duh?" She answered.

"Think you can pull up something for me?" I asked.

"Like what?" She asked, I whispered to her ear.

I backed away and saw her smiling.

"Barbie, I like the way you're thinking..." She said in a little awe and impress.

Timeskip:

The boys finally came back to see me still getting the tattoo.

"Why the hell does it take you so long?" Dean asked.

"You know I can live her in the middle of the job right?" The tattooist asked, not looking up at him.

Dean raised his hands in defeat.

"Let her work Dean." Sam scolded.

"No need, I'm done." She said and backed away from me, She got a nylon and wrapped a little around my shoulder.

I examined it and smiled.

"So cool..." I said quietly.

Dean and Sam paid her and started to go out.

I made sure they're not looking and gave her the rest of the money that I was suppose to.

"So when are you gonna tell them?" She asked with a smirk.

"Maybe when they'll be busy." I told her.

Or maybe when we'll be in a danger matter and I'll look for something to conffess about.

"Good luck Barbie." She told me and with that I followed Sam and Dean.

We were on our way to Colorado and I was eating my cookies with a big smile.

"So why did you pay the tattooist the extra money?" Dean suddenly asked, making me to almost choke over the cookies.

Sam looked at me with a little smile.

"How did you-"

"Saw you through the little mirror on the table next to the door." Dean answered, Of course they did!

"It was nothing, I-"

"Ari, What did you do when we were gone?" Sam asked nicely.

I sighed and pulled my hair back.