"Keep You Safe"
The sterile smell couldn't quite extinguish the musty scent of sweaty bodies and booze that had embedded itself in the leather. The ambient lighting, the chattering of the artists, and mechanical noises were drilling a migraine into Dean's head. He sat in the waiting chair, hands in his hair in frustration, breathing deep. He heard a small intake of breath and his head snapped up.
He saw Sam, sitting in the artists chair, looking rather bored, but the artist had nicked him slightly, dabbing at the blood. Dean made eye contact with his brother, who raised a curious eye brow. Dean tried to look calm. He think he played it off okay.
Sam's anti possession symbol was almost finished, Dean would be next. Dean wasn't worried about the tattoo hurting; he was of course no stranger to pain, and in fact had a tattoo already. He had gotten it when he was eighteen just to piss John off, too bad John had never seen the small kanji on his hip. What had Dean worried was whether or not the ink would work. The anti-posession symbol as a tattoo was supposed to keep them from all this demonic bull-shit. He just wanted Sammy to be safe. This was the best he could do as a form of protection, to give some kind of peace of mind. He wouldn't let anything happen to Sam. Not again. They had been through too much. Suffered too much.
He watched as the artist put away his tools and Sam stood up from the chair, thanking the man. Sam came over to Dean, and he had that look like he was going to ask Dean if he was okay.
Dean hopped up from his chair. "Guess I'm next." Dean said, before Sam had a chance to talk at all.
Dean walked away from his brother, leaving Sam in the waiting area. Dean pulled his shirt off, feeling instantly chilled and horrifically uncomfortable as he took a seat in the vacated chair. The mechanical whirring filled the room again.
"Same thing?" the artist asked.
"Yup."
The needle made contact with Dean's skin.