"You have a tattoo?" Sam asked in amusement, a smile tugging at his lips. "Why'd you get a tattoo?"

"Cause I was drunk and I don't make good choices." Dean said rolling his eyes as he stirred at the stove. "Why does anyone get tattoos?"

"I got mine for protection, most people get it to decorate their bodies." Sam told him. "And our parents have them?"

"Yeah I know, right?" Dean said with a scoff. "Them having tattoos it's like...goes against the laws of being a parent."

Sam made a face at that and Dean had to laugh, shaking his head.

"You got more than one?" he asked, gesturing to Sams chest where he'd seen the star one.

"It's not as cool as your bird but yeah, I got one more." Sam said, putting the knife he had been using to chop tomatoes to lift his shirt up and pull his jeans slightly down to reveal what looked like what was supposed to be a language that Dean couldn't make out. It was short enough to just be on his hip and hidden by fabric.

"What's it mean?" Dean asked, refraining from reaching out to touch it.

"Cloaking spell." Sam said letting everything fall back into place and picking the knife back up. "Keeps me out of view of certain things. Witches, angels, and other beings."

Dean shook his head once more, turning the stove off and picking the pan up, pouring the sauce over the pasta. "Yeah I'm just going to stick with my bird."

"You should, it's a really good tattoo." Sam said, a hint of laughter in his voice, finishing the salad and putting it on the table. "What do you think mom and dad have?"

"Ask 'em, I'm sure they'll tell you." Dean said, starting to put the plates on the table. Like everything else in the house it was a bit wobbly and uneven but got the job done. "Bobby showed us some pictures he had of you."

"Oh yeah, those." Sam said with a slight grimace. "He took a few pictures every few months, said he wanted to have a recent picture if I went missing that wasn't an arrest picture."

Deans eyebrows raised. "You were arrested?" he asked, not sure to be horrified or impressed.

"In my defense, one time it was a shifter that looked like me and the other time was the wrong place at the wrong time type." Sam said, shaking his head. "Thankfully I was Sam Wesson at the time, otherwise you guys might've been contacted."

"Pretty sure if we found out that you were arrested for something mom and dad would've freaked but at least we'd know you were alive." Dean pointed out.

Sam obtained a pained look on his face. "I'm sorry, I should've been in contact," he said. "I don't know how many more times to apologize."

Dean shrugged. "Depends on how many times you think you need to," he said. "But anyway, who was the blonde girl in one of the pics?"

"Which blonde girl, I know a few."

"Player Sammy." Dean said winking at him before going to get the pictures from the other room. He grabbed it and brought it back, showing him.

Sam glanced at it. "Her names Jo, Jo Harvelle, she's another hunter, daughter of a pair of hunters." he told him. "We sometimes pair up on hunts and work together, nothing else."

"Nothing else?" Dean said, nudging at Sam's arm until he smacked at it. "You can tell me Sammy."

"Nothing else." Sam repeated. "I'm not blushing virgin Dean but there's also no room in my life for any romance."

"Taking a girl to, I don't know, stake a vampire in the heart, sounds pretty romantic to me." Dean said, putting the pictures onto the counter.

"You don't kill a vampire with a stake to the heart, you chop its head off." Sam tells him. "And as romantic as it sounds, you're not really in the mood if the vampires use you as a blood bag."

Dean blanched at that, shaking his head. "Has that happened to you?" he asked, not sure if he wants to know the answer.

"Not a blood bag but I've had vampires feed on me once or twice." Sam said. "It's not as nice as the movies make it look."

"You've just lived it all, haven't you Sammy." Dean said, reaching out to clasp Sam's shoulder and squeeze. Sam just smiled at him, not yet moving to shake his hand off.

"Maybe not all but a lot of it."Sam said, looking at the table. "I think we're almost done here."

Dean nodded and finished placing the pasta on the plates as well. "Can I ask you something?"

"Yeah, sure." Sam said, glancing at him. "You can ask me anything."

"Are you happy?" Dean asked him. "With everything that's on your shoulders and everything you're doing, are you happy?"

Sam hesitated, he hesitated for a few moments too long before he spoke. "I'm happy that I'm with you guys again." he finally said. "Let's eat."

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