Between S6 E15 and S6 E16

Hey there! deangirl1996 do not worry, a wedding write up is coming next! It's just taking a little longer. So I wrote this fun bit of fluff for the interim. Enjoy & review!

"Alright," Dean held Sophie's hand as they sat in the Impala, "I promise it won't be that bad."

"I'm not convinced," Sophie shook her head, "What if it triggers something? I don't think I can deal with more migraines or more seizures or goodness knows what else…"

"Hey, babe," Dean gripped her shoulders and turned her to look him in the eye, "I promise you that if it can protect you from being possessed…it will be worth it. Okay? Besides I've read up on this place. Sam read up on this place. The ink is organic. No heavy metals. No animal byproducts. And they're using an old school stick and poke not a gun. So it's not as far into your skin. Is getting a tattoo with the number of chronic illnesses you have ideal? Not by a long shot. But this is the best and safest way to do it. Because if you want on the road with us again this isn't negotiable."

"I wore an amulet before and it was…" Sophie began.

"Sophie!" Dean snapped, "You're not arguing with me about this. You know the risk. You know what happened to Bobby's wife. You really want to risk that?"

"No," Sophie replied quickly.

"Then you bite the bullet and get the damn tattoo like I'm telling you. Got it?"

Sophie took a deep, steadying breath.

"Okay. You're right," she nodded, "Let's go."

The tattoo artist was a young woman with long red hair twisted into a bun on top of her head. The studio was meticulously clean.

"First time?" The young woman asked as Sophie lay back on the table.

"Yeah," Sophie nodded.

"Great design," the artist enthused.

"Thank you," Sophie smiled and tried to act calm.

"Where do you want it?"

"Arm," Sophie said immediately as Dean replied, "Chest."

"Um…" the woman paused, pen in hand, frozen.

"Could you give us a minute?" Dean asked.

"Sure," the artist replied, "I'll just go…sanitize some more…"

"Below the elbow isn't as effective. Easier to spot. Easier to damage," Dean said, "And you've got a bad scar on both upper arms. So she won't be able to put the design on clean."

"I've also got a pretty bad scar on my chest," Sophie reminded him, fingers tracing the purple-red lines from the werewolf's claws.

"Right here," Dean pressed her palm to a spot on her left clavicle, "I'm not gonna lie that spot's gonna hurt like a bitch but it's undamaged skin that's not likely to be scarred up in the future."

Sophie took a deep breath and Dean leaned in to kiss her forehead.

"You're doing great," he assured her, "Besides you've got the highest pain tolerance of just about anyone I know…and think about my reference population…you'll be fine."

Sophie just nodded.

The artist, Lola, was meticulous and chatty. She worked fast and clean. And, Sophie assured Dean every time he asked, it didn't hurt. Lola talked about her two dachshunds and about her boyfriend's new job at the post office. She complimented Sophie's curls and dutifully avoided mentioning the gristly scars not an inch from the edge of the anti-possession sigil. After about ninety minutes, Lola wiped away the last droplets of ink and blood.

"Good?" She asked.

"Good," Dean confirmed, checking it over against the reference image he'd provided.

"You like it?" Lola asked, looking pointedly at Sophie.

"It's great," Sophie sounded genuinely enthusiastic, "Thank you. Really."

Lola taped a gauze pad in place over the fresh ink and turned to Dean.

"Cash only," she took off her gloves and held out a hand.