Challenge Word: ankle.
Word Count: 100.
Disclaimer: Supernatural is owned by Eric Kripke and The WB/CW. I don't own jack shit; except for my dignity, and look at how I treat that.
A/N: I really don't think this qualifies as slash. Not that I have a problem with slash. This just... isn't. Know what I mean? It's funny. I like it. I hope you like it too.
Oh! I also wrote a wee!chester story titled Winter, which can be found on my profile page thingy there. I'd really appreciate it if you would take the time to look at it and tell me what you think. I do believe it's one of the longest Supernatural fics I've written (not that it's super long, but for me...). Anyway, thanks either way!
Summary: E/O Challenge: ankle. A not so sober Dean has a run-in with a needle and some ink. Very slight spoilers for Season 4.
Tattoo
Everything was... kind of fuzzy.
Dean sat up, not for the first time wondering how he'd gotten back to the motel room the night before.
"Sammy?"
No answer.
He swung his legs over the edge of the bed, stopping at the throbbing pain in his left ankle. He chalked it up to another bar fight, and peeled back the white gauze taped there. Shock. Confusion. And maybe a little nausea, but that was probably the hangover.
"Huh." Not his voice. "I like the little angel wings. But does Castiel know about your man-crush?"
"You're an idiot."