Title: Celestial Ink

Author: Edna

Summary: Sam and Dean are tattooists, co owning a tattoo parlour. They're fond of sexy tattoo's and piercings. Here, they seem and act very normal. However, here they don't hunt the Supernatural. They are the Supernatural.

Sam: possibly an angel. He was born with the power to sprout wings like an angels wings however he hasn't got a belief of God, even with the wings.

And Dean: half demon. He's not pure evil and still lives in the real world. But he does get very bloodthirsty making him love a good night out with a brutal murder with Sam.

However, things get complicated when Ruby appears on the scene. A normal girl who simply comes in for an ear piercing. She goes out with Dean and they begin a very special bond. However, Sam has formed the same bond too and as he's falling in love with her, ex girlfriend, Jess is back.

To make matters worse, just because the boys aren't hunters doesn't mean hunters don't exist. Sam and Dean come across a man named Gordon Walker who suddenly wants to kill them. Gordon calls for back-up, needing help on this case. But who is the hunter about to help them kill them?

Notes: Ok, I imagine these guys as Sam from season 4, his hair then is just sexy enough and it suit's the image. These guys are sooo totally out of character. You'll see about the boys, it's difficult to explain. I'll simply explain each character briefly.

Rated M for swearing and *ahem* certain mentioning of piercings. But I don't quite know how it'll be in the future so I'll keep it for MATURE.

Dean: Murderous half demon tattooist. Arrogant and sex mad. Tattooed and with a fair few piercings!

Sam: EXTREMELY out of character. Also arrogant and sex mad, constantly checking out girls, getting laid etc. The boys are both still brothers.

Bela: Very close friend to the brothers. Not like her original character.

Ruby: Season 4 Ruby, I imagine but it's up to you. Sweet innocent girl who falls in love with the boys.

Gordon Walker: Still a hunter. Still wants to kill them.

Castiel: Probably the only one as their original character. Angel. Appears in later with the answers for why Dean and Sam are supernatural.

Jess: OOC considering that her character in SPN is dead. She's Sam's ex girlfriend and she never died in a house fire.

John and Mary: Normal parents, not at all hunters and know nothing about hunters. They know about Dean's demonic side and Sam's wings but that's it for their supernatural world.


Interview Room

Edna: So, Sam, Dean. You're a little different to what we normally see on screen.

Dean: Well, you're the one in charge, babe. We gotta do what you say.

Edna: You betcha (smirking at the thoughts of telling the boys what to do for her, all very dirty thoughts.) So, Dean, explain what you're like in my story.

Dean: Well, I co-own a tattoo parlour. I'm arrogant but I'm a totally cool guy everyone loves.

Edna: (mumbles and looks down.) You better believe everyone loves you.

Dean: What?

Edna: Nothing! So, Sam. What about you?

Sam: Also, arrogant. Not much like Sam in the original show, I'm also arrogantly nonchalant, don't give a stuff about anything and a hard man!

Edna's insides go to melt thinking of the image in her head. She pulls herself together and continues with the interview.

Edna: And are you guys the good guys?

Dean: Haha! No! See, I'm half demon. Sam, here is an angel.

Edna: Really?

Sam: Wings and all.

Edna: You can fly?

Dean: Doesn't mean he's not a bad guy.

Edna: So, Dean, what can you do with your demon side?

Dean: You just wait and see.

Edna: So, do you think this story will get many reviews?

Dean: What the hell do I know? I'm just here reading the story. Which brings me to ask, will there be any lemons?

Edna blushes and considers a Mary-Sue chapter, however turns away that option not knowing which brother to chose for her chapter.

Edna: Well, to quote you 'you just wait and see.'

Dean smirks and twitches his eyebrow at Sam as he leans back in his chair.

Edna: But you never know, I may be turned into a slash/fan.

Dean's smirk wipes of his face as Edna teases. He's not sure whether to believe her or not.

Edna: Ok, will you continue to read as I write the story?

Sam: Only for five bucks an hour. And that it starts in my point of view.

Edna: Done!


The music was loud. The sound of buzzing amongst the heavy rock. Dean always favoured Metalica, however I always thought this gave it a homely and vintage touch. The area was small but our own, the dark red walls covered by many different pictures of tattoo designs. The different machinery on different tables, ready for the next client to get their tattoo or piercing. The only annoying thing with piercings was that when people wanted us to punch a hole down south, Dean would take in the girls and I get stuck with fucking Prince Alberts.

I'm Sam Winchester. You may know me as the clever, pushover and the very angsty little brother on screen every Thursday. But even though I am a Supernatural, I'm not Lucifer's vessel. I'm an angel. White wings and all. Doesn't mean I'm good though and I haven't met any fucking God or Lucifer. Not that I want to, I was just born this way. My wings aren't visible. I take off my shirt, you can't see shit on my back. My wings simply sprout from my back somehow. The only annoying thing is now and then I have to stretch them out. Sometimes they burst without my control. When I was young, I had two vertical scars which I hated but when I was old enough, Dean turned them into my first tattoo. Two angel wings on my back, which the girls simply die for.

My next client wanted a fairy tattoo. On her shoulder. The shoulder I don't mind. It meant I could sit and every now and then when I wasn't pushing the needle in and out of her skin, I got a brilliant view of could be no less than an E sized cleavage.

Nah, what bothered me was that it was a fucking fairy. Again! Mainly tinkerbell. Because she's oh so cute and sweet and adorable. Well, by now I'd have slaughtered that bitch over and over again if she were a real person. Or fairy. Or whatever. I'm just glad the cleavage compensated for the annoying son of a bitch.

My wings never bothered me. Nothing seem to happen with them, no miracle, no other magic appearing. They were just there. Although, my dad made sure I never told a soul. Seriously, I'd be probed, tested and worldwide news. I like being in mine and my brothers little tattoo parlour.

Oh and did I mention, we're criminals?

Yeah, I'm no stranger to someone else's blood on my hands. I mainly get that from my brother, Dean. Of course, you'd know Dean as the sex crazed slut scoffing his face at least once every episode. Of course, he's like this now. But he's also half demon and simply has that nature in his blood. He loves it, though. And we're clever enough so that we don't get caught.

I finished up with my client with the cleavage and went to the staff room. No appointment for another hour. I made a silent celebration as I sat down finally able to rest. It may sound like I'm complaining, but I really do love what I do. So does Dean. And this was proven when he walked into the room with a big grin on his face.

"What's with you?" I asked.

"Another clit!" Dean said, chuckling. "And she was nice!"

"Dude, could you at least give me some of the girls?" I asked. "Prince Albert's would be a lot easier to go through if I had them too."

"Aw, come on! They're not so bad!" Dean said.

"Then why don't you do some?" I replied, not agreeing.

"Because I'm more likely to get laid." Dean said. I scoffed at him and he knew how often I'd get laid. Most nights there was only one of us in our apartment because the other would be at some chick's.

"When's your next one?" I asked Dean.

"12:50" Dean replied. "I got Chloe again today, man is she hot!"

"Again? Isn't this her fourth?" I asked, remembering Chloe very well. Considering that when she sat in the chair opposite the room as Dean was stabbing in her tattoo, the view up her skirt made very obvious proof that she wasn't wearing any underwear. She was very memorable and in a good way.

"Yep. She said she wants 'Your Name' tattooed on her ass." Dean said. "Not very original but she's dropping her pants for me. I'm not complaining."

"Whatever dude. We both know you'll probably end up fucking her tonight" I replied casually as Dean begun to walk back out.

If you hadn't gathered, we don't give a shit about anything apart from our little business. We're always hygienic. Everything's clean and tidy. We're very serious about that. But the rest, nah we don't give a shit.

"Hey," Dean said, coming back into the room for a few seconds. "I've been nagging that urge again."

"Serious?" I asked. Dean shrugged.

"I've just got that urge, I'm real bloodthirsty!" Dean said, a cheeky smile on his face. "Come on, we haven't gone out in months!"

I sighed. "Fine, but no more until next year" I said, acting like a strict mother.

"Yes, Mom!" Dean joked, proving how I sounded. "I love a kill!" he said in a slight sing song voice as he headed back out.

In case you didn't know, Dean was asking for another night out to murder. Someone was gunna die tonight, simply because Dean had a thirst for blood and gore. It was his demon side. It certainly did make things a lot more interesting but then again so did my wings.

I've never known the reason for my wings. I grew up with them and never understood why I was the only child with them. But I learned to deal with it and I never let it bother me. Nor did I tell a soul. Not even Jess.

Jessica. Wow, now that I think about it, it'd been almost a year since I last saw her. We dated for about two years. I was even set on marrying her. But somehow we ended up unable to stand being around each other. We drifted apart and broke up. Three years later and I've never felt that way about anybody after that. I've dated, been laid. But never starting to have feelings for a girl like I did for Jess.

Dean and I closed up at five and headed for the bar along the road. We were so well known in there the barmaid was a really good friend of ours. We've known her for years. In fact, so long it'd be weird if we dated her and we respected her. We never invaded her personal privacy by checking her out. Although, we would often tease a little inappropriately and like a teenage boy going through puberty first being introduced to sex. Neither of us were exactly afraid to touch her chest in a playful and silly way.

"Hey, Bela" Dean said, smiling as he and I sat down in front of her at the bar.

"Hey, boys" she said, smiling, her posh British accent making her sound insinuating and unique. "The usual?"

"Please" I said. Bela smiled as she headed along the bar to bring us pints. When she returned, she threw us a couple of bags of chips, on the house, as usual. "So, what's new with you boys?" she asked, perching her chin on her hand as she leant her elbow on the bar.

"Nothing much" Dean replied.

"Yeah, same old stuff," I said, digging into my chips. "But you had a good day, didn't you Dean? Got another visit!"

"Yeah, Chloe came in again." Dean said, smiling with satisfaction. "Man, is she gorgeous!"

"You fucked her yet?" Bela asked. The smile faded slowly from Dean's face.

"Not yet." Dean said. "But she's booked another appointment for another tattoo."

"And Dean's still secretly hoping she'll ask for a Queen Christina." I added, making a mockery. Bela laughed and Dean smiled at the thought.

"What are you up to tonight?" Bela asked. "I was thinking about going to a movie."

"Oh, no we can't" Dean said. "We're, uhh, we're busy."

"Yeah," I said, quickly as I nodded at Bela.

"What are you doing?" Bela asked as she served other customers along the bar.

"We're meeting up with a few relatives," Dean said. "Haven't seen them in a long time and they're in town, so.."

"Urgh, I hate meeting with relatives." Bela said, with a grimacing look. "Another perk of moving to Kansas!"

We finished with out beers and went back to our apartment for a few hours. We had to wait until late to commit murder, it's easier and more fun that way. For most of those hours, Dean was cleaning his Impala. I just rested, grabbed some sleep and watched some TV. Good rest before having to go out in the dead of night. We often went out. Mainly because I needed to stretch out my wings. It was like sitting in a cramped car on a road trip; you need to stretch your legs. Imagine having a giant pair of wings cramped in your back.

We set off at about 10:00pm. Dean headed off along the street whereas I first went up to the roof of the building of our apartment, pitch black and raining. Nobody went up here this late, especially in this weather. It was pouring, down with rain and lightning was recurring. I didn't care about the storm as I stood on the high building. I was immediately soaked in rainwater, my clothes clinging to my skin. I crossed over my arms to the bottom of my white cotton and drenched vest and lifted it off, the vest peeling off my wet skin as the rain poured.

I walked to the edge of the roof, looking down at the city. I watched the rain fall down, in awe of that simple sight. The cars and little lights from windows of houses looked tiny. I felt so secluded up here, nobody would see me. It was way to high, way too dark.

I let my wings go and I felt a rush of air as they rose rapidly, high above me, stretched up and vertical. I caught my shadow from the moon. It wasn't very clear but it made me feel amazing. Simply amazing. It felt a relief to stretch them out again, like it did every time. I felt like flying. And I could fly pretty damn good! But I couldn't. I couldn't risk being seen in the sky.

I simply stood there, my wings now lowered down to my level, slightly curved. It felt great to move them around and flutter them in a flying motion. I could let them stretch out to be very long and shorten and curve them as though bending your knee. Often, I'd bend them into the shape of a heart.

I felt powerful. I felt magical. Simply amazing.


Ok, so, there you go. I was hoping to change for a little originality, I got the idea from my sister at first. She's a Twilight fanatic for Tattoos and I thought it'd be neat for Sam and Dean to be tattooists. And then I thought So they hunt the supernatural. Maybe now they could be the supernatural.

I'd love to know what you think. Is it good enough to keep going or not really worth bothering with in the long run? Sam and Dean will probably appear every now and then. I know there are loads of people who do these little interviews as authors notes but ya know, it's amusing and a more fun way to tell you stuff!

Just to let you know, this is a real challenge for me as I don't really know anything about tattoo's as I'm only 16. If anybody has any tips or info for me about tattoo's then please don't hesitate to let me know for future reference. I'm mainly writing because I love tattoo's and I simply melt at the thought of tattooed Sam and Dean!

Ednas