Hey readers here is chapter 2. Thank you for all the reveiws. I tried to make a longer chapter this time.

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The red bricked tattoo parlor was tucked away in a small corner of the town. It sat in between a old run down cafe and a nightclub, which it being three o'clock in the afternoon was closed and would not open for another several hours. A 67 Chevy Impala sat in one of parking bays outside the tattoo parlor.

"Are you sure you want to do this?," Dean asked as he turned off the ignition.

"Of course I am. I wouldn't have suggested it if I wasn't. Why, you scared?," Sasm asked with a smirk.

"No! I just . . . . I'm nervous," He admitted.

"Look, it's ok. I'm nervous too. I mean this isn't something I thought I would ever want to do," Sam tried to sooth Dean's worries.

"Really, I mean this was your idea,"

"Yeah I mean come on, Jessica was the only serious realationship I had before us and I there was no way in hell I would ever get a mathing tattoo with her," Sam admitted, a grimce on his face at the thought.

"Why not?,"

"Because her idea of a romantic gesture would have been our names in a love heart, or something. Besides i have something with you I never had with her,"

"Really? What?," Dean was interested now, his slightly joking question had turned into a serious one. He and Sam never really talked about their past realationship's. Well, they never talked about Sam's past realationships, Dean's past was full of random one night stands, and above all, they never talked about Jessica.

"Well, with Jessica, people would talk about what a good couple we were. All of our friends expected us to get married and have 2.5 kids, with a dog and white picket fence. But when I tried to think about our future, I just couldn't picture it. I loved her, but we didn't really connect. But with you, I can see a future, that's why I want to get these tattoo's. So I know that you'll always belong to me," Sam was whispering by the end, embarresed by his speach.

"Oh Sammy. You are such a fucking girl," Dean said with a laugh, but Sam could tell what he had said ment alot to him.

"yeah well, now that we've had our chick-flick moment for the month. We've been sitting here for the past twenty minutes, so why don't we go inside and get some ink permently injected into our skin?," Trying to change the subject Sam opened the car door and stepped out onto cement sidewalk.

"Way to change the subject Sammy. You know, Dad will kill us if he ever finds out we did this," Dean chuckled under his breath. Opening his own door and taking a brief scan of the street. Just because he was on a break, didn't mean 23 years of hunting didn't kick in.

"Yeah well, if dad ever finds out why we did this, explaining a tattoo will be the least of our worries. I'm sure dad will want to why his sons are fucking each other don't you?,"

"Come on Sammy, these tattoo's aren't going to just show up on our skin," Dean walked quickly into the parlor.

"Now who's avoiding the subject?," Sam yelled after him, as he followed him at a slower pace into the parlor.

The inside of the parlor was a shocking difference to the outside. Drawing designs covered the pristine white walls. Four tattoo stations lined the right wall, while at the front of the room along left wall was a dark blue couch with a old wooden table sat infront of it, littered with tattoo books and out of date magizines.

"Hello how may I help you?," The voice came from a girl standing behind the front desk.

"Well we're here for two matching tattoo's," Sam's voice was sharper then he had intended, but judging by the way the girl was eyeing Dean she was about to start flirting and Sam decided to but a stop to it before it started. It wasn't that he didn't trust Dean because he did, but that didn't mean he had to stand there and watch a girl so perky it had to drug induced flirt with the man he loved.

Dean smirked when he heard the jealousy in Sam's love it when Sam got jealous it gave him a nice feeling when he saw the proof that Sam loved him. "God, and I call Sammy a fucking girl. Come on Dean suck it up," He looked up when he heard Sam clear his throat. Sam, the girl and a man he hadn't seen show up were staring at him, "Fuck what did I miss,"

"Well Dean, do you have the sketch?," Sam asked again, looking a little puzzled.

"Oh yeah, here," Dean handed the piece of paper Sam had drawn the designs on to the man, who he figured was the tattooist.

"Oh yeah, I can do this," The man said as he bought them over to one of the empty stations. "Who wants to go first?,"

"I will," Sam sat down in the seat. He knew Dean would feel better about it if Sam got his first.

Dean smiled slightly as he realised what Sam was doing.

"I'm steve by the way,"

"Sam,"

"Dean,"

"So where do you want it?," Steve asked as he prepared his needle gun.

"Um, at the top of the right arm, going down," Sam answered, while Dean at down in the unoccupied seat next to him.

"Cool, do you two want the tattoo in the same place?,"

"Yes," It was Dean who answered this time.

"Alright,"

As soon as Steve started the tattoo, Sam grabbed Deans hand. This hurt more then he thought it would, sure he had been shoot before and broken bones, but they were pain in one quick shot and after the shock set in and the pain went away until he could get some pain medicine. This was different, it wasn't really painfull, but it was an annoying, constant dull pain that was quite uncomfortable. Ringing started to echo around the parlor, coming from Dean's pocket.

"Fuck," Dean muttered under his breath, as he took the phone out and looked at the screen. "It's dad,"

"Fuck, how does he always know when the worst time to ring is?," Sam's voice was irritated, dad hadn't called for weeks, and he choses now to ring.

"I know, I know. I gotta answer this Sammy," Dean looked apologetic as he got up.

"It's fine," Sam assured him.

Dean leaned down and gently kissed Sam before he walked outside. "I'll be right back,"

Sam sighed and lent his head against the back of the chair.

"You two are a cute couple," Steve didn't take his eyes of the tattoo.

"Thanks,"

"Having parent problems?,"

"Is it that easy to see?," Sam smiled as he lifted his head to look at Steve

"Yeah, Although I know what it's like to be on the outs with parents"

"Yeah, uh . . . Deans dad doesn't really approve of me," It wasn't a lie, him and dad had always butted heads over the smallest things, and dad could never really accept any of the choices he made, plus this guy be ok with Dean and him being a couple but wasn't ready to push it with the whole 'brother' thing.

"Mmmm . . . . . . . what about your dad?," Steve asked.

"Well me and my dad don't really talk often. I didn't want anything to do with the family business," Sam admitted.

"Yeah I know what you mean, my family is full of doctors, when I told him I wanted to do this for a living he nearly had a heart attack, while my mother started to cry,"

"Well, when I told my dad I was going to collage, he threw me out of the house and I didn't talk to him for three years,"

"Ouch, harsh. Well I'm all done here," Steve lifted his head and pulled of his gloves. "Go over to the mirror and take a look,"

Sam got up and walked over to the full lengh mirror at the back of the parlor. The tattoo was perfect, he loved it. It felt good to know Deans name was etched into his skin forever, he was so occupied he didn't notice Dean come in and sneek up behind wrapped his arms around Sam's waist and rested his head on Sam's shoulder.

"I love it," Dean whispered into his ear giving it a small nibble.

"It's your turn," Sam whispered, leaning back into Dean.

"Well then, lets not keep Steve waiting," Giving Sam one last kiss he turned to walk back to the stations.

"Wait, what did he want?," Sam didn't bother to say any more than that, they both know who 'he' was.

"Not here. I'll tell you back at the motel,"

"Ok," Sam knew there was no use in arguing, and he didn't want to ruin the day.

Dean smiled, leaned forward and whispered into Sam's ear, "And for coming up with this wonderfull idea, when we get back in the Impala I'm going to fuck you in the back seat, then when we get to the motel I'm going to pound you into the matress, and then fuck you up against wall,"

"Dean!," Sam whispered harshly. But Dean could see Sam was blushing and the beginnings of an erection could be seen.

Dean just chuckled and walked over to the chair and sat down waiting for Steve to start. Sam shook his head and sat down next to him.

40 Minutes later:

"There all done," Steve anounced as he but the tattooing needle down.

Dean chucked Sam the keys to the car with a large smirk on his face, "Sam go and start the car while I pay, I'll be there in a minute, and remember what I promised you,"

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Well thats the end of chapter 2. sorry I cant write sex scenes. REMEMBER: REVEIW