We're Just Friends

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A/N: So no one is confused Elena is 19 and Dean is 26. Yes I realize that Elena is 18 in S3
but sometimes seniors in high school can be 19. I changed Ben's age to more match Dean's,
I didn't want Dean/Elena's age gap to be too huge.

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xoAmanda

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The three of us arrive at a tattoo shop in a little po-dunk town outside of Illinois. The jingle of the bell on the door brings out a burly man covered in tattoos, "Can I help you?"

"Uh yeah. Doe Eyes over here needs to get a tattoo." Dean says, winking at me.

I punch him in the arm lightly and step forward, "Yeah, I'd like to get this." I hand him the folded piece of paper in my hands, Sam had drawn up the design in the car.

"Alright, let me make a stencil. I'll be right back." The man disappears into the back of the shop.

I turn around with an annoyed look on my face, "Doe Eyes? Really, Dean?."

"What? They are;, all big, brown, and beautiful."Dean stretches out the sentence for effect.

"Dean if you don't stop I'll punch you myself."Sam says half heartedly.

Throwing his hands up in the air Dean asks "Since when is it a crime to compliment a lady?"

"We don't know Elena that well. Just because she wants to save your life doesn't mean you can say whatever you want." Sam retorts, a scowl tracing his lips.

As Sam finishes his sentence the burly man returns, he looks to me and asks. "You ready?"

"Ready as I'll ever be." I reply.

"Where do you want it?"

"Right on her boob!" Dean calls out from behind me.

I flip my head around shooting a glare at him; it causes a grin to spread across his face.

Turning back to the man I respond, "I'll get it here," pointing to my left shoulder "Right above my collarbone."

The man gestures to the chair and tells me to lay back. I lie back on the chair exhaling. As he begins to set up and the brothers start to talk.

"I think I got something." Dean starts.

Sam asks raising an eyebrow. "Yeah?"

"Cicero, Indiana. Man falls on his own power saw."

"That's it? One power saw?

"Well…yeah." Dean replies.

"And you think this is a case?"

"I don't know. Could be."

"Dean, I don't know…" Sam's voice is doubtful.

"Alright there's something better…better in Cicero than just a case." Dean admits.

Sam is looking at him waiting for him to continue speaking.

"Lisa Braeden."

"Who's Lisa Braeden?" I raise my voice so they know I have been listening and want in on the conversation.

Dean looks to me then back to his brother, "Remember that road trip I took, oh gosh, about… seven years ago? You were in Orlando with Dad wrapping up that banshee thing. Well, I kind of spent most of my time in her loft."

"So you want to drive to Cicero to hook up with some random chick? You're a pig." I say with a look of distaste on my face.

"Hey! She was a yoga teacher, it was the bendiest weekend of my life!" He retorts pointing a finger at me.

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