Title: Celestial Ink

Author: Edna

Summary: See first page for full summary.

Warning: Murder/Toture

Disclaimer: As shocking as it sounds, I do not own Supernatural.

Sam's POV

Our routine was cruel. It was unneeded and unnecessary for us to kill these people every now and then. But it was what we do. We're bad men. Evil, if you wish. Well, we were only bad when we had our evil hats on. The rest of the time we were real nice guys.

We disposed of the body in the canal. Almost not caring that this girl had friends and family who loved her. She had a life, had dreams. We didn't even know her name. The canal was our favourite place to dump bodies. Nobody ever went to that spot, there were no cameras. We checked around. And all the while we'd been doing this, nobody had ever found any bodies. All of the lives we had taken were under the missing persons list.

Dean brushed his hands together as though getting rid of dirt after a hard days work. He had a little smirk on his face, satisfying his demonic needs. "That was fun, huh?" he asked Sam as he began to head off back home.

"Not really," I mumbled, following him into the trees amongst the canal.

"Come on, you telling me you didn't enjoy that?" Dean chuckled enthusiastically. "Not even a little?"

"I only do this for you, Dean. I know how much you need it." I replied, honestly. "You'd go crazy if you couldn't kill."

"Right you are, Sammy" Dean said. "Animal's simply don't do the job. Besides, I think rabbits are too cute."

"Wuss," I commented. We walked back to the Impala at the side of the road and clumsily sat in the passenger seat. We headed off for a long drive back home, mostly sitting in silence for the journey. I wasn't exactly in the best of moods. I never am after we kill, even when I do see the fun side. Because seeing the fun side is the only way to be able to do this. If I saw the bad side, I wouldn't be able to cope with the killing.

The next morning was another early one to open up the parlour. I checked through mine and Dean's appointments to see who had who, when was which appointment and what not. Many of these people I'd seen before for tattoo's; I mainly only recognised the name. We get so many people in this place, it was difficult to remember who treated who.

My first client of the day was a guy named Tom for an eyebrow piercing. Not very talkative and seemed pretty arrogant. It was often nice to be able to chat with the clients, especially as most of the time, I spoke to them, asking questions so it would take their mind off the piercing. It can hurt a lot of people sometimes and it was nicer on them to talk to them.

Dean and I were having a slow day. We were pretty tired after our…late night and a little grumpy but we couldn't exactly take it out on the customers. Especially as we wanted to stay in business.

During our lunch break, we went to visit Bela again at the bar. We greeted her in a nice and cheery way, happy to see our good friend. "Hey," she replied with an awkward smile. We'd arrived as she was engrossed in her phone, most likely texting.

"You ok?" I asked, my eyebrows raised in friendly concern.

"Hmm?" she looked up at Dean and me after making a questioning sound. "Oh! Yeah," she said in realisation and waving her hand. "I'm just worried about Emily."

"Emily?" I asked. "Who's Emily?"

"One of my mates," Bela said. "We were at this massive party last night and she got really pissed and went home alone. Tried calling her this morning but she hasn't replied."

I looked at Dean in worry. The look on my face was the exact same one that was imprinted on Dean's. We moved uncomfortably on our stools at the bar as Bela finished her text. I took in awkward breaths, immediately panicking but keeping nonchalant.

"Would she have texted back by now?" Dean asked. "Or called?"

"Yeah, probably" Bela said, leaning her arm on the bar. "Still, I'm a little worried about her. I'll go see her on my lunch break later. Best to check up on her."

"Speaking of which," Dean said, "we gotta go and run some errands before we gotta open up again. We just came in to say hi."

Bela chuckled at him as he gave a cheeky yet charming smile. She picked up a cloth and began to wash down the bar surface. "Ok, I'll see you later."

"See ya!" Dean said, raising his hand as we headed out of the bar.

"Dean, we're in shit," I hissed when we got outside.

"No, we're not," Dean said, casually.

"Did you not hear her?" I asked. "Drunk, unable to get in contact, big party last night. Are you not even a little worried."

"No." Dean said, stopping in the street. "Look, even if it is her, no one has to know it was us."

"Wait, so, you're going to be able to look Bela in the eye, still be one of her best friends, see her everyday and not feel even a little guilty." I asked, expecting him to realise that it would take a bunch of strength not to feel guilt.

"Yeah, of course I'd feel a little guilty," Dean said, casually and opposite to the response Sam had expected. "But what's done is done…there's nothing we can do about it."

I looked at him, partly shocked and partly disgusted. "How can you feel ok about this?"

Dean made a face and shrugged. "I don't know," he said honestly. "I just do."

Later that day, Dean and I closed up shop and went along the street to see Bela again. She looked even worse than before and I could feel my heart rate going faster in panic.

"Hey," Dean said.

"Hey," Bela replied miserably and keeping herself busy.

"Everything ok?" I asked, keeping as casual as possible. I knew I never showed any guilt but I still felt it. I simply knew it had to be her friend we killed.

"Not really," Bela replied, now irritably. "I went round Emily's earlier and she wasn't there. Her roommate hasn't seen her since last night and she can't get in contact."

"Sorry, Bels" Dean said, affectionately like a good friend. I glared at Dean, secretively which he didn't appreciate.

"I mean, sure she's an adult. She can look after herself." Bela admitted as she sighed. "But no one can find her or call her or anything and were all pretty worried."

"What are you going to do?" I asked, curiously.

"I don't know," Bela said, raising her hands to her forehead. "Probably wait to see if she turns up tomorrow morning. If she doesn't then we'll call in the police, I guess."

I glanced anxiously at Dean and it was really annoying me that he was completely calm about this. Bela heaved a sigh of giving in. "Fuck it. I'm having a drink!"

Dean smirked as she poured herself half a glass of whisky and it was gone as soon as she raised it to her lips. We figured it didn't quite do the job as she poured herself another one. She made herself a third but her boss was coming round the corner.

"Shit!" she hissed quietly, sliding the glass over to Dean. Dean caught it, smiling at his free drink.

"Bela, are you gunna be ok?" I asked once her boss had left.

"Yeah," she said, nodding slowly. "I'll be fine."

"Call if you need anything," Dean said, as he and I stood up.

"I will," Bela said, smiling. "You going so soon?"

"Yeah, it's been a long day." Dean said. "But hey, when you're off your shift, do you wanna come over to ours? We got plenty of booze. You can get real drunk without getting in shit."

Bela laughed. Dean had a charm and wit which always cheered her up. "Thanks but no thanks. Maybe at the weekend."

"Done!" Dean ordered. "You are coming over. No excuses."

It was another long day at the parlour, yet again. The annoying thing was four girls in a row, getting their first tattoo and all of them were fucking Tinkerbell! I've done so many of Tinkerbell tattoos, I've had dreams of fucking the stupid fairy senseless.

Dean was busy with a client and I'd heard the door buzz, surprisingly over the loud guitar solo music screeching into my ears.

A tall man appeared at the front counter. He was black with very little hair, yet to me he was simply an ordinary customer. "Hey, I have an appointment?" His voice was quiet, smooth and lilted. He was very straightforward.

"Hi. Name?" I asked professionally and politely.

"Gordon Walker."

Oooo. Is he good? Is he bad? Uh oh!

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