Chapter 2: Battle scars and Cover-ups
A/N: another chapter! Whoot! In this one have a bit of body art appearing. Dean gets the voicemail from his dad and sets off to find Sam.
Ally lay on the couch, her white legs hanging over the armrest. The front door swung open and Dean stood there, soaking wet. She stood up quickly and retrieved a dry towel from the linen cupboard. After he had dried himself she noticed the blood that slowly seeped down his cheek from a huge open wound, "that's gonna leave a mark" she said softly and ran her finger along it. "it'll be fine. I've got a lot more than just that one" he said confidently and swatted her hand away. "really? How many?" she asked, interested in seeing his battle scars. He sighed and pulled off his wet t-shirt.
She stared at his torso with a mixture of horror and amazement. Some scars were fresh, others were just a faint silver line. He pointed out his oldest, one that he had received from an angry spirit throwing a glass at him when he was 6. he also showed her the small bullet hole scar on his back where his brother had accidentally discharged a rifle at him. There was one spot that hadn't been scarred and that was his shoulder blade.
"so it's done then?" she asked anxiously and he nodded, 'it's done" they'd been chasing Marnigolda for 2 months now and finally she was gone for good. Ally had seen the witch a few times, just glimpses as she waited for Dean to get back in the car. Marnigolda was a powerful witch who sucked the positive thoughts and emotions out of young women to keep herself looking youthful. The young women were only left with negativity and ended up committing suicide.
"I reckon we should do something to commemorate this time." Ally told Dean and he agreed. "you should get a tattoo" he said and she looked horrified, "only if you get one too!" she challenged and he leered at her, "is that a bet?" she shoved another t-shirt at him, "you better believe it!" he grabbed her around the waist and pulled her in, tickling her. "stop! Please stop!" she begged and he laughed, "only if you get it done!" she agreed, 'I'll do it! Just stop it!" she screamed and he let her go. "let's go get it done then" he offered and held the door open.
"what about the cut?' she asked and pointed at his forehead. He shrugged, "like I said before, I've got so many more than just that one"
A few hours later they arrived back at Ally's house, both with sore shoulder blades. As part of the deal they had gotten to choose what the other person had tattooed on their shoulder. Dean had chosen a simple Celtic 5 pointed star for Ally while she had chosen a more complicated knife tattoo, not unlike Dean's favoured weapon. The handle of the knife had a star exactly like the one Ally sported.
1 year and 5 evil beings later Dean received the fateful voicemail message from his father. That was his wakeup call. "Ally?" he said quietly early one morning and shook her shoulder softly. She turned away from him, her star poking out from behind the strap of her pyjama top, 'go away Dean, it's Saturday. I'm not supposed to get up for another 5 hours" she mumbled and dug deeper into the warm bed. "I have to leave" he said and sat on the edge of the mattress. She opened a bleary eye and peered up at him,
"Is it your Dad?" she asked knowingly and he nodded, "he's taken off. I have to go get my brother and find him." She took pity on him, "just be careful, ok?" she told him and hugged him lightly around the neck, "and ring me when you get there" he returned the hug and then threw the keys up into the air, "we'll see each other again soon" he hurried out the room and she heard the Impala roar into life. She sighed and rolled over again.
A/N: for my standards, that was a really short chapter. The next chapter is set when they meet Missouri in Home.