Sam, Dean and yourself were best friends well… since forever, but as soon as Sam left for Stanford, your friendship just fell apart. Sam was busy, Dean was busy, you were ditched by those two asshats, you’re not an idiot of course Winchester’s were busy, what pissed you off was that they didn’t have a second to call.Â
The feeling of being alone pierced your heart like a knife, eventually you became depressed… it was difficult, so you did the smart thing. You looked for an outlet, alcohol, sex, it just never worked for you, so you decided to get your first tattoo, the infamous anti-possession tattoo. You loved the feeling of the small needle digging into your skin and just like that you were hooked, pretty soon the only things that weren’t covered in tattoos was your face, feet and well… your … nipples.
Your entire body was covered in tattoo’s and God , were you loving it. You were hunter so you had to keep fit too, but you mostly kept your body to yourself, but when that lucky one-night stand came around…boy did they appreciate you. Let’s just leave that there…
A few days ago Bobby had called and said the boys had finished a hunt in a nearby town and wanted to visit. Oh God , you thought, “One asshole is already a problem on its own, but two, really.”, you sighed.
You haven’t seen them in years, so you didn’t know how they would react about your whole tattoo-addiction thing. So you decided to just do a T-shirt, hoodie and jeans, of course it just happened to be one of the hottest days on Earth. “Fuck my life.” , you muttered as you made your way to a nearby diner.Â
You sipped your ice water sitting in the diner, the hat you used to shield your face from the the Sun’s death rays , hidding your face from the occupants of the diner.
You plugged in your earphones, your head bobbed softly to the Ed Sheeran blasting in your ears.You remember your friendship with the Winchesters, it was fun…while it lasted, when you were little it was amazing, you missed that child-like wonder almost everyday. God, but when you became teens, the hormones, you even remembered how you were stupid enough to have a crush on the youngest Winchester.”Stupid.”, you muttered, I remember how hard it was to get over you when you left for Stanford, you thought, and when you got a freakin’ girlfriend.Â
“Hi, are you (Y/N) (Y/L/N)?”, a deep voice asked, you looked up, tipping your hat back, your (Y/E/C) coloured eyes looked into emerald green eyes, you’d recognise those jewels anywhere. “Dean.” , you breathed, standing up from your seat, you reached out to give him a hand-shake. You saw how he frowned at the gesture, you chose to ignore the reaction. Behind was him a really tall motherfucker, of course you didn’t mention that… it clicked instantly when you recognised the long hair,”You must be Sam, it’s good to see you again.”, you sighed, as you to, shook his hand and the three of you moved back to the seats.
You chatted for a few minutes, you could feel you temperature rising when Sam looked at you, It’s probably the heat, right?
(Y/N)… you look…wow, Sam thought, It’s been forever since he heard your voice, your laugh, seen your face, your smile. He could tell, you were distant, closed off, he knew they were at fault, as soon as he heard you were in town he knew he had the chance to fix things with you.
“So…just curious how do you feel about tattoos?”, you quickly asked, the heat getting to you, it was a risk, but damn would you like to breathe.The brothers looked at you weirdly, before pulling their shirts down to reveal anti-possession tattoos. “Okay, so you won’t mind then?”, you asked pointed to your hoodie, they both nodded. You sighed in relief, pulling the hoodie over your head.
 The brothers gasped as they analysed the tattoos running across your body. “Jesus , sweetheart.” , Dean groaned, Sam just let out a shaky breath, you could tell they were eyeing the way the ink dipped in between your cleavage. Both of them now itching to get under your clothes, amoung…other things.Â
“I’m sorry, it seems like you not very comfortable, i’ll just…”, you drew out as you reached for the hoodie again, as soon they realised your course of action they both shouted in protest, catching the attention of everyone around you.Okay then, you thought, leaving the hoodie again, you looked at them, expecting an answer out of them.”What we ment to say is that we think you look good and-ow!”, Sam unexpectedly shouted before he could finish his explination, he smiled awkwardly before glaring at his older brother.
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