Supernatural Imagines

Tattoo (Sam)

After Sam got possessed, all three of you decided to get a anti-possession tattoo. This wasn't your idea, if it was up to you, you would just keep your charm that Bobby gave you, but that wasn't good enough for the two morons. They insisted that a tattoo was safer. I guess they weren't worried about getting an infection from the tattoo gun.

So that the moment you, dumb, and dumber, were in the waiting room of a tattoo parlor. Your leg was bouncing up and down as you waited for your turn. "I don't want to be here." You said nervously, and then going wide eyed as you saw a person walked by with one of the guns.

"Don't tell me your afraid." Dean said starting to laugh.

When you didn't respond, Sam looked to you, and saw how scared you looked. "Dean, knock it off." He said.

"You fight monsters and demons, and you're scared of getting a tattoo?" Dean asked fighting back laughter.

You glared at him. "I don't like needles." You said angry.

"What do you mean you don't like needles? You handle a 18 inch blade, and you're afraid of needles?" Dean was still fighting back laughter. "You get stitched up be me and Sam all the time!"

"I'm always high on medication and blood lose, and at least I'm not afraid of flying." You countered. "Or clowns."

Sam raised his hands. "Why are you bringing me into this? I wasn't making fun of you."

"You were going too, I just know it." You eyed him down angrily, and then turned your gaze back to Dean, but just as he was about yell at him some more the lady behind the counter called him.

Dean smirked at you as he stood up. "Don't worry cupcake, I won't make fun of you.... Too much." He walked into the back room. You waited just a bit, and then you heard Dean. "Son of Bitch!" He hissed, which just made you cringe.

Sam glanced at you with pity. "It will be okay." He said grabbing your hand, but you just stood up and started pacing. "Will you feel better if I go in with you?"

You glared down at him. "I don't need you with me." You said sourly, but you heard Dean hiss again loudly, and that made your heart stop. "Maybe you could come in and hold my hand."

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You sat in the tattoo chair with your shirt up revealing your hip. Sam sat on your right side as the man started cleaning your skin. "Ma'am, I need you to sit still." He said.

Sam grabbed your hand as you shut your eyes tightly. You felt the prick of the needle as it stuck into your skin. You began to squeeze Sam's hand tighter, and you made to keep your eyes shut. "How are you doing?" Sam asked quietly.

"It hurts!" You cried. "This is so much worse than getting stabbed or shot!" 

You were sure the tattoo artist gave you an odd stare, but he continued. "So is this some sort of cult tattoo?" He asked. 

"Something like that." Sam said speaking for you.

Soon the guy finished up and bandaged your side. "There you go." He said. 

You and Sam walked out of the parlor to see Dean peeling off his bandage on his collar bone. "You're suppose to keep that on, moron." You spoke as Dean poked at his new ink, and then hissed. "Yeah, it's also gonna hurt." Sam snickered beside you. 

As Dean got in the Impala, you grabbed Sam before he could get in. "What?" He asked. 

"Thank you, for being in there." You looked down at his hand, and saw blood trickling down his palm. "What happened?" You said grabbing his hand and opening it up to reveal four puncture wounds. "Did I do that to you?" 

Sam shrugged. "You have a strong grasp." He said sheepishly. 

You took off your scarf and started wrapping it around his hand. "I am so sorry. You should have said something." You growled. 

"No, you needed me." He said. "And I would endure much more pain for you."