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Dean was watching Ron draw the tattoo on Cas' chest, he wanted to reach out and hold the man's hand, but as he didn't seem at all uncomfortable about what was happening. Therefore Dean felt it would probably be a bit weird if he grabbed Cas' hand for no reason. As such he sat there and watched Ron mark the perfect skin of Cas' body, watched the involuntary flexes of his muscles at the pressure of the needle. He was so engrossed with what was going on he almost didn't hear his phone ring. And when he saw the number that flashed up on it, he really wished he hadn't.

"I'd better take this." He mumbled to Cas before quickly making his way from the tattoo parlour. After all anyone calling him with the number 666 was not gonna be someone he wanted Cas to hear him talking to.

"Yes." He barked down the phone, but the reply, rather than coming out of the speaker, came from the demon who suddenly appeared at his side.

"Now, now squirrel. Is that any way to greet someone who saved your moose's life?" Crowley said, putting his own phone in his pocket. He liked being able to catch Dean off guard, it was entertaining. Therefore with a smirk etched onto his face he took a look around his eyebrows raising in curiuosity when he saw they were standing outside a tattoo parlour.

"What the hell ya doin' here Crowley?" Dean growled at him. He had no idea how the king of hell had tracked them, but he would find out. It really would not be good if the enemy had found some way of finding them, and if he could get into the bunker… oh that would be so much worse.

"I felt it was time for a progress report." Crowley answered before turning to the far more interesting idea of why Dean was here. "Are you getting an 'I heart Cas' tattoo or is the less feathered one in there getting an 'I heart Dean' one?" He asked sweetly making Dean narrow his eyes at him even more. Oh yes, it always was fun winding up the eldest Winchester.

"Neither. Cas is getting his anti-possession tattoo." Dean grounded out in reply. He wasn't sure he should tell Crowley that, but surely he would know anyway. Especially if he ever tried to take over Cas' body. Not that Dean was gonna let Crowley anywhere near Cas, but still.

"A waste of time." Crowley dismissed with a wave of his hand.

"Excuse me?" Dean asked in disbelief at the words. What the hell did Crowley mean by that?

"Oh please, do you really think I would send my minions in to take his body? I have better things to do with my time I promise you." Crowley responded with a roll of his eyes. I mean how stupid did Dean think he was?

"How the hell did you find me?" Dean grumbled deciding to let the previous conversation go, he really would prefer to talk to Crowley for as little time as possible. Plus he wanted to get back to Cas inside. Be there for him, watch him get that tattoo on his hip… no. need to concentrate on what Crowley had to say first, fantasise about Cas later.

"Let's just say, I have friends in the NSA." Crowley responded and when Dean seemed to just look at him blankly he realised he was going to have to explain it in nice simple terms for the boy. "I tracked your phone's GPS."

"Yeah well, you can just go and untrack it." Dean replied crossing his arms and glaring at the king of hell. I mean seriously, why the fuck was he tracking his phone? What the hell did he want from him anyway?

"Really Dean?" Crowley asked sighing at the petulant school-boy look Dean had on his face right then. But that didn't matter, he was here for a reason. Might as well get to it. "How are you and Castiel getting along?"

"Fine. You can leave now." Dean responded. He felt wrong talking to Crowley about him and Cas, even if he knew that was part of the deal, didn't make him feel any better about it. What he really wanted was to never see the demon again so he could pretend the deal had been all a lie. At least then he could try to believe that whatever happened between him and Cas was because of their feelings for each other, and had nothing to do with Crowley's manipulations.

"Very well, but I expect you to keep me posted Dean. After all, your brother's life is in the balance." Crowley said as a parting shot, teleporting away to his own business. He would make sure to drop in on Dean the next time he left his secret hideout, and Crowley knew he had one. After all this was the first time since he had put her on it that his demon had been able to get a lock on Dean's phone.

"Son of a bitch." Dean muttered to the empty air that had been Crowley before releasing his breath in a frustrated sigh. He needed to get his mind away from the demon, and back to the guy who was waiting for him inside. Waiting and half naked. Yep, the image of a bare-chested Cas appearing in his mind certainly made all thoughts of Crowley vanish from it.

"Who was that?" Castiel asked as Dean returned to his side. He had been distracted without Dean at his side, worried that something could happen to the other man while he wasn't with him.

"Just a… colleague. Wanted some intel." Dean replied after thinking for a few seconds. He didn't want to lie to Cas, and well, technically he hadn't lied with that sentence. Crowley had wanted intel, and he was kinda a colleague right then. "So how we doin' in here?" Dean asked as he settled back into the seat next to Cas and smiled at him over the top of Ron's head.

"Just finished with this one. About to start the next." Ron replied before Castiel could get a word in. not that Castiel minded, because with that sentence Ron moved and Castiel could watch as Dean's eyes Automatically went to his chest and the new tattoo proudly displayed there. He liked the look in Dean's eyes when he saw it. It made him feel warm and tingly.

"Does it look good?" Castiel asked as Ron prepared the equipment for the next tattoo.

"Oh yeah Cas. It looks real good." Dean replied having to swallow the lump that had formed in his throat at the stark contrast of Cas' pale skin and the black ink. Who knew anti-possession tats could be erotic?

"Right, time for the next one." Ron said smiling at the look on Dean's face. He was glad his client's boyfriend obviously approved of his work. Always helped in getting repeat customers.

"Of course." With those words Castiel moved so that his right hip was displayed and easily accessible to the artist. This new position made it so he was lying on his side, staring straight at Dean. So while Castiel may not be able to watch Ron work, he would be able to watch Dean's reaction. Which in Castiel's mind was a far better view anyway. He did so enjoy watching those expressive green eyes.

And Dean, seeing the new position Cas was lying in and the view it gave him of his toned chest, narrow hips and the perfect dark line of hair that led down into Cas' pants, realised he had definitely returned at the right time.

"Awesome." He muttered, though Cas who heard it took it that Dean was pleased his second tattoo was being started. But Dean knew full well it was more a comment on the view he now had in front of him. A view he found more than pleasing, if not a little tantalising. If only he could touch the vision in front of him, but he would have to wait for that. Dean just really hoped he didn't have to wait too long.