She didn't know how he was going to react to this. Kayla looked in her handheld mirror so she could see the back of her neck in the bathroom mirror. No sense in stalling now and there was definitely no taking it back. She tilted her head a little and shrugged; she liked it.

Dean was digging through his bag when she came out wrapped in her towel.

"Baby, I have something to show you."

He stopped and looked at her, raising an eyebrow. "Well that's definitely what I want to hear when you come out of the shower."

Kayla smirked and walked over to him, still unsure of how this was going to go. She set her hands lightly against his chest. "You remember the other day when I went shopping then came back a couple hours later because I couldn't find anything I liked?"

"Yeah…" This was going somewhere.

"You know how much I love you." She threw that one in too and slid her arms around his neck.

"I love you too." He set his hands on her arms. "What'd you do?"

"I just, I wanted to do something, no big deal or anything."

"Kayla, you're killing me."

"Okay." She took a small breath and turned while lifting her hair, revealing a tattoo on the back of her neck. A black rose and Dean in script cutting through it*, the petals almost touched her hairline while the bottom vines stopped at the base of her neck. Kayla held her breath.

"Holy shit." Dean ran his fingers over it. "Is that real?"

"Very real."

"Are you kidding me? That's so hot, hey, could you put "Property Of" above it?"

She turned to face him again.

He grinned. "Just a suggestion."

"So you like it?"

"Like it? My girl's got my name on her, it's sweet. You got the rose though, sometimes your girly-girl shows through."

"It's a black rose thank you."

"And I said I liked it. Did it hurt?"

"Hell yes it hurt." She laughed, a little relieved. "I'm glad you like it."

"I do, even though you did such a great job hiding it from me until it was healed…has Sam seen it?"

"Nope. I didn't even think about it so he wouldn't know." He seemed to like that.

"Well." He glanced her over. "It seems I've got you naked."

She raised her eyebrow. "It seems you do."

His cell phone rang and he pulled it out to look at the number. Sam. He tossed the phone on the dresser, Sam could definitely wait.

Sam stared at his phone and put it away, again. He just didn't get him sometimes. He was all gung ho about this stupid women in showers deal and now they were there and he's not answering the phone. Oh well, he'd just get started himself.

He slung his bag over his shoulder and left the room, he already had an interview set up with the latest shower victim. Dean was just gonna have to miss out.

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