"You know you're going in right?"
"No, I'm not," I replied shaking my head.
"You promised me you would get this done this morning."
I stared at the the tattoo shop with horror in my eyes. I hate the idea of tattoos. Probably because I am deathly afraid of needles.
"Don't be a bitch about it, " he said laughing through his sentence.
My mouth dropped and I hit him in the shoulder, making him wince.
"I'm kidding, Dani," he said with that smile that makes me go weak in the knees.
"All kidding aside Dani, trust me, you don't want to be ridden by some black eyed son of a bitch."
"I know but..."
"Dani, I'm not going to be around for much longer. I won't be able to protect you. I would feel better knowing you have this tattoo."
I felt my throat tighten and my eyes water as he mentioned his upcoming abscence.
"okay, I'll do it for you."
Dean smiled.
"That's my girl."
We got out of the car and Dean held open the tattoo shop's door open for me. We walked up to the counter and greeted the overly tattooed woman.
She looked up from her magazine.
"Hey, what can I do for you?"
I was about to turn around and leave, but Dean grabbed my waist, answering the woman's question.
"I want her to get this tattoo."
With one hand still around my waist, he took the picture of the devil's trap out of his pocket with the other.
She nodded and smiled at Dean.
"Sure thing, handsome."
We followed her over to the leather chair and tattooing equipment. I sat down.
Once she was finished firing up the equipment, she turned her attention to me.
"Where would you like it?"
"Funny, I asked her the same question last night," dean replied with a cheeky grin on his face.
"Dean!"
My face was beat red, and she just smiled.
"I would like it on my shoulder."
"You got it."
I took off my shirt so she could get better access to my shoulder.
Dean put the hex bag in my hand. He walked across the room and got another chair, placing it in front of me. He held my my other shaky hand.
"If it becomes too much for you, squeeze my hand."
I nodded and focused on that stunning face of his. Not on the excruciating pain that was on my shoulder right now.
I tried to create mental pictures of him, knowing he will be gone any day now..The way he does that insanely sexy grin when he is being sarcastic or whats to get his way. How soft his spiked hair feels through my fingertips. How he kisses me so gently, like he is afriad he will hurt me if he applies any more pressure to my lips. God, if I keep this up right now, I might need a cold shower..Oh well. It will be worth it. The way he...
"Okay, you're done."
Ugh, she interuppted my Dean Winchester fantasizing! I was on a roll! Wait, did she say she was done?
"Can I see it?"
She nodded and I stood up looking at my self in the oversized mirror behind her.
I like it.
"You like?", Dean asked with a raise of his eyebrows.
"I do."
We both thanked the woman and she put medicine on it and covered it up for me. Dean took out his wallet and paid her plus tip.
I finally put my shirt back on when Dean walkesd over to me. "What were you thinking about when you were getting that tattoo?You didn't even flinch."
"Just... thinking tattoos aren't so bad after all."
He pulled me in close and kissed me.
"Told you so."
