Inks and Holes, Monday Evening
Now that he was no longer a goddamn rodent, Dean was getting around to keeping Sam on the straight and narrow. And not possessed. Not that it would stop the devil later on, but at least it would kick out any demons who got ideas.
"Hope you're not squeamish about this," Dean drawled, eyeing the girly-ass flowers and butterflies that were probably the bread and butter of the place with 'rebellious' teenage girls. "Hey, maybe we should see if they can do this on your lower back."
Look, Dean couldn't help but tease. It was an older brother 'I'm not thinking about the shitstorm of our lives' kind of thing.
[[For the brother!]]
"Hope you're not squeamish about this," Dean drawled, eyeing the girly-ass flowers and butterflies that were probably the bread and butter of the place with 'rebellious' teenage girls. "Hey, maybe we should see if they can do this on your lower back."
Look, Dean couldn't help but tease. It was an older brother 'I'm not thinking about the shitstorm of our lives' kind of thing.
[[For the brother!]]