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Castiel is sitting on the couch in the living room when he hears the sound of someone's feet shuffling outside the door. Dean's finally home, he thinks excitedly, right before the door opens.

"Cas, I'm home," Dean calls from the foyer.

"I figured," Cas calls back, smiling and sitting up straight.

"And I've got a new tattoo," Dean adds happily.

Cas laughs. "Come in here, then. Let me see it."

"Since you can't see them, I should probably tell you that my eyebrows are going up and down very suggestively right now," Dean says. Cas grunts in amusement and follows Dean's voice from the front entrance into the living.

"Where are you?" Cas asks, looking towards the general vicinity of the noises Dean is making.

"Right here, Cas," Dean says, patting Castiel's leg. Cas can feel the sofa cushion beside him sink slightly as Dean sits down next to him.

"What is it this time?" Cas asks.

"That's for you to guess."

"I don't know, Dean. Is it an animal?"

"No. Try again."

"Is it writing? An inspirational quote or some deep biblical bullshit?"

"That's a good idea, but no. Maybe next time."

"I don't know," Cas whines. "It could be literally anything. I give up."

Dean sighs. "Fine. Remember when we babysitting the next door neighbor's kid, Ben?"

"Yeah," Cas asks. "Why?"

"Remember how I was finger painting with him and you couldn't see the colors, so you got angry and said it was stupid?"

Cas blushes, remembering his embarrassing frsutration. "Yes."

"And I took your hand really fast, dipped it into the paint, and slammed it down on the page? And then after you slammed me with it and left your handprint on my face?"

"Dean Winchester, please tell me that you didn't get a handprint tattooed on your face," Cas says with a groan. "If you did, I'm breaking up with you."

"Why? It wouldn't matter anyway."

"Just because I'm blind doesn't mean I can't get embarrassed," Cas says matter-of-factly, reaching out skimming his fingertips over Dean's forehead. "So what does this memory have to do with the tattoo?"

"I took the handprint that I forced you to make and got it tattooed. So you'll always be touching me."

"That sounds very dirty," Cas says reasonably. Then he grins. "I like it."

"So, guess where it is," Dean says after giving Cas a quick kiss on the cheek.

"Well, the last one was on your back, so it's not there."

"Oh, yeah?" Dean asks. "Why wouldn't it be on my back?"

"Because you never get a tattoo in the same place twice in a row."

"Fair enough."

"Let's see... " Cas hesitates, thinking of all the places Dean hasn't gotten tattoos on in a while. "Your right arm?"

"You're close, but not quite."

"Your left arm, then."

Dean laughs. "Bingo."

"Can I feel it now?" Cas asks, letting his fingers drift from the top of Dean's face down to his left arm.

"Sure." The slight movements that Cas can feel tell him that Dean is hiking up his shirt sleeve.

"I like this routine," Cas decides. "Guessing it, and then getting to feel it."

"I do, too, Cas."

"So when did you get it done?"

"It was finished earlier this morning. It's still sensitive, but it's not so bad now," Dean says, taking Castiel's hand and guiding him to the new tattoo.

Castiel's fingers are still as light as a feather anyways, ghosting across the slightly raised skin. "What color is it?" he asks.

"Red," Dean replies. "But it's, like, contoured, so it looks like it's raised from the skin a lot more than it actually is. Like it's a burn mark or something."

Cas nods and spreads out his fingers slowly, until they are fully stretched out. He places his palm on top of the handprint. "A perfect match," Cas says, letting out a sigh of content.

"I love you," Dean breathes.

"I love you, too," Cas replies, before leaning in to kiss him.

Two months later

"Cas, I'm home," Dean calls.

"Oh, good, that's you," Cas remarks sarcastically. "I thought you were a robber at first."

Dean laughs breathily. "I've, uh, got a new tattoo."

"Really?" Castiel's head eagerly whips towards the sound of Dean's voice. "Hurry up and come over here, then."

A few seconds later, Dean is situated beside him. "So," Cas begins, reaching out towards Dean. "It is on your-"

"Wait, Cas," Dean says suddenly, jerking away from Castiel's hand.

"What's wrong, Dean?" Cas asks.

"Nothing," Dean replies, sounding nervous. "Nothing. I just… I…"

"It's okay," Cas says awkwardly, even though he doesn't even know what 'it' is.

Dean laughs under his breath and pulls Cas into a long, hard kiss.

Sometimes, when Cas is kissing Dean, he forgets that he is blind. Maybe it's because all his other senses are on overload. His ears pick up every little noise that Dean makes, even the ones he makes in the back of his throat. He can taste the beer that Dean had with his buddies after work, before coming home. He can smell the motor oil on Dean from fixing his beloved car, mixed in with a whiff of cologne. He can feel Dean's skin against his, the stubble on his face, and every other place where their bodies meet. Really, Cas doesn't need eyes to see Dean. He can already tell what Dean looks like by the way he feels.

Dean breaks the kiss gently, and he takes Castiel's hand in his own and slowly guides it down to Dean's wrist.

"We're breaking the tradition?" Cas asks with a frown.

"Just this once, I promise," Dean says, sounding anxious. "Just feel it."

Cas let's his fingers uncurl from the fist that his hand is clenched into, and he runs one finger on the smooth skin of Dean's wrist. He can hear Dean breathing heavily, restlessly. "I don't understand," Cas says, frowning. "There's no tattoo. There are only dots."

"That is the tattoo," Dean replies.

Cas runs his finger over it again, confused. Then- Braille, he thinks suddenly, and gasps.

Dean jumps. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," Cas says quickly. "Braille!"

He takes the time now to run his fingers over each little group of dots separately. Sure enough, there's a question written in Braille on Dean's wrist.

W-I-L-L Y-O-U M-A-R-R-Y M-E ?

Cas sucks in a breath and turns his head up to Dean. "Is this for real?"

"Yes," Dean says. "Unless you don't want it to be, of course. Then it's definitely not."

"Are you crazy?" Cas asks him, inhaling sharply and laughing. "Of course. yes, of course I will to marry you!"

Cas hears Dean take a huge sigh of relief before laughing and pulling Cas to him and hugging him tightly. "I think that might be the best tattoo I've ever gotten."

Cas smiles and kisses Dean's nose lightly. "I agree."

A week later

Cas is nervous as he unlocks the front door to the house that Dean and he live in together. Dean is probably home by now, even though he had to work at the tattoo parlor today. Unfortunately, that meant that Cas had to go to Dean's rival parlor, because he just couldn't walk in and ask Dean to tattoo something that was a surprise for Dean.

So he called Charlie, Dean's nerdy yet adorable best friend from his old job that had become almost a part of their family, and asked her if she could drive Cas to the parlor. Charlie had agreed, of course, once she'd heard why Castiel needed a ride. The entire drive, she raved about how cute Dean and Cas were together.

Cas only had one tattoo before this. After a year of dating Dean, Cas had decided that he wanted a tattoo. Since he was always one for simplicity, and since he couldn't see it anyways, Cas only had Dean's name written in script on his ankle. But it was still a tattoo. It counted. To him, it was a symbol of how much he cared about his boyfriend.

Bringing his mind back to the present, Cas turns the key and walks into the house.

He makes his way to the living room, before calling out, "Dean?"

"Cas!" a voice exclaims from somewhere near the vicinity of the couch. "Hey, where've you been? I kind of had a mini heart attack when I got home and you weren't here."

"I had Charlie pick me up to go and get something," Cas replies, sitting down and reaching out to touch Dean's chest. "Why were you worried?"

"I don't know. I was afraid that you'd call Sam and make him drive you to the Mexican-American border and leave you there so you wouldn't have to marry me. Or something."

Cas laughs. "Quite the opposite, Dean." He holds out his right hand, exposing his wrist to Dean.

"You got a tattoo," Dean murmurs, running his fingers over it. "In Braille."

"Yep." Cas smiles nervously. "Read it."

Dean's fingers move slowly- he's not fluent in Braille, like Cas is. But it's a simple message, only three letters. Dean should get it easily.

"Y-E-S," Dean says suddenly, spelling it out. "Yes."

"To match yours," Cas explains.

"I know," Dean says, and even though Cas can't see a thing, he can feel how loving and intense Dean's gaze is.

He links his and Dean's fingers, noticing that their tattoos are pressed against each other when they hold hands. "Coincidence?" he asks Dean.

"No. Yes. I don't know," Dean admits. "But I like it."

Cas smiles. "I do, too. And, you know, I personally think it's the best tattoo I've gotten so far."

Dean laughs and presses a kiss to the tip of Castiel's nose. "I agree."

I wrote this after my friend Rachel sent me the screenshot of a prompt on tumblr about blind!Cas and tattoo artist!Dean. I thought it was the cutest thing ever so I just had to write it.

I hope you enjoyed. Please leave a review, and as always, constructive criticism is welcome!