Tattoos: A Destiel HS AU

Chapter 1

     It was Dean's first day of his junior year of high school and he was already in the janitors closet making out with Addison Quinn, Senior Class president and Head Cheerleader.

     Addison started to take off her shirt and Dean noticed the tattoo of a feather on her rib cage. Dean had a tattoo of angel wings on his upper right arm. He did get made fun of becaue of it, of course but that's not the point. They both had different tattoos and to save the heartbreak and emotional trauma, you were only supposed to 'hook up' with the person who had the same tattoo.

    "A-Add-Addison?" Dean said. "Mhm. Yeah babe?" Addison said still sucking on his neck, ignoring the fact that Dean had stopped sucking on hers. "I have to go. I'm going to be late to class." Dean retorted, grabbing his backpack off of the ground and handing Addison her shirt. "WHAT! Since when did you care about good grades and being on time to class and stuff like that?!?!" Addison asked. "Bye Ashley." Dean smirked. "My name is'nt Ashley! And you can't just leave me like that!" Addison yelled down the hall but it was too late. Dean was already out the door and walking out to his 1967 Chevy Impala before she could even blurt out her last words. 

    Dean arrived at the motel that his family was staying at moments later, to find that his brother, Sam was already there. "Sammy! What are you doing here? You should be in school getting educated and stuff!" Joked Dean. "Yeah, look whose talking. Dad called me during school and told me to come here. He said it was kind of important." Sam explained. "Yeah. He called me too." Dean lied. 

     Seconds later, John Winchester walked in. "Dean...? What are you doing here? I only called Sam." John questioned. "Today in school, we only had a half-day instead of a full day." Dean lied yet again. "Right..." John muttered uncertainly. "Well...I'm working on a case...It is quite difficult. There are lots of things that even I can't explain. I called Bobby. He is having a tough time with it too. He said that if we need him, then we could call him anytime and he would drive out here.  Anyways, my point is, Sam, would you like to help me out on this case?" John says. Sam was flabbergasted. "Yes. Of course. What do you want me to do?" Sam asked, beaming. "You can help us with the research. Look for any of these things." John replied, handing Sam a laptop, a big stack of books, and a paper with a few things scribbled on it. 

     "Is there anything that you want me to do?" Dean asked. " I need to talk to you outside, Dean." John whispered. Dean's smile slowly faded as he walked out the door with John. 

     "So, you know how Sam wants to be a lawyer when he grows up?" Asked John. "Yeah." Dean mumbled. "Well, I don't want him to do that. I want him to be a hunter. Like you and me. So that's why I am giving him this case to work on all by himself. I am giving him the opportunity to see how fun hunting is." Says John. "Can't I at least help him out just a little?" Asks Dean. "No. I want this to be his own case. I just want Sam to have one case all on his own. Why do you want to work this case so badly anyways?"  John asked, putting his hands on his hips. "I don't know...It  just feels different..." Dean said, glancing off to the side. "Alright, well, I'm going to go out and try to do some more research." Dean knew that this was Winchester-code for 'I'm going to go out to the closest bar, get drunk, find a super hot chick, and fuck her until she can't walk anymore.' "Oh. One more thing, If Sam tries to call Bobby, DO NOT let him. This case is meant just for Sam and nobody else." John says climbing into his 57 mustang.