Author's note- At first I was like 'yay, tattoo that should be easy' and then I was like 'ugh, what am I going to do? This word sucks.' So, human AU, Punk!Cas, Tattoo-artist!Dean.


Tattoo-

Dean flipped through his little calender book, his last appointment had just walked out the door, very happy about the latest tattoo added to his crazy sleeve. Eyes flying down the open page of his book, Dean spied Castiel Novak- his next appointment.

Over the last few months, Castiel had had three appointments with Dean working on his next tattoo. Castiel wanted wings, big black open ones with lots of feathers that sprouted from between his two shoulder blades and spread across his shoulders, the tips of the feathers curling around his biceps and fanning across his smooth pale back.

This would be the last appointment that Dean worked on them, only a hand full of feathers were left to finish. Dean was very proud of them and his artistic abilities of being trusted in being able to pull off Castiel's marvelous design. Closing his calendar book, Dean began cleaning up his work station and turning off his television, opting to turn on his little radio to the local classic rock station that his friend Ash worked at. Castiel preferred to listen to music and talk while getting his tattoos done then watching TV, which was fine by Dean.

While he was re-filling his little pots of ink, Dean heard the rumble of Castiel's motor bike and Dean watched out the window to see Castiel pull into the empty parking space next to his Impala.

Castiel's black boots scuffed along the ground as he climbed off his parked bike and removed his helmet, running his glove-less cold fingers through his hair, Castiel made it stick up in different directions, by the time he was finished getting rid of his helmet hair his dark hair looked like he had just rolled out of bed. Leaving his helmet and leather jacket on his bike, Castiel walked into Dean's tattoo parlor.

"Hello Dean," said Castiel as he quickly got down to business, striping his plain black shirt and throwing it on Dean's office desk before he walked into Dean's work area and jumped up onto the dentist like chair in the center of the room, his back to Dean and his long legs clad in a pair well worn light-blue jeans with holes in the knees dangled off the edge.

"Hey Cas, good to see you man, how's my favorite customer?" Dean looked over at Castiel, eyes raking the exposed skin, taking in Castiel's other tattoos. A series of roses bloomed on Castiel's left hip while a cross was settled on his right. From where Dean was standing he couldn't see the word 'fallen' in Enochian on Castiel's right wrist, Enochian was the language of the angels Castiel explained to Dean when he showed him the scrawled word on a napkin almost two years ago.

Castiel laughed and turned his head, flashing his white teeth at Dean, "I am good, thank you Dean."

Dean just nodded and smiled back at Castiel, "ready to finally finish your wings?" Dean sat down in his chair and fitted a new needle to the end of his tattoo gun.

"Yup," said Castiel popping the 'P'.

"Alright then," Dean pulled on some gloves and cleaned the area on Castiel's shoulder, Dean started the gun and got to work on finishing Castiel's tattoo.