spn - Sanctity Tattoo
Title: Sanctity Tattoo
Author: Liv darkmagic_luvr
Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Joanna Winchester (OC)
Rating: PG-13
Summery: In which Joanna gets her tattoo.
Disclaimer: I don’t own the character you see before you, however any and all original characters are mine and should not be used without my permission.
Warnings: general spoilers, some swearing.
Authors Note: This was written for spawnfic_tues. Joanna's about fourteen here.
“It fucking hurts!”
“You said you wanted your tattoo. You knew it would hurt.”
“Not this much,” bit out Joanna through clenched teeth, trying to think of something more painful than this singular moment. Getting shot hurt pretty bad, so did getting stitched up. Getting her arm set after being thrown into a wall by that poltergeist. That sucked. Child birth would probably be more painful. Listening to Sam’s emo music. Sam’s OCD. Sam trying to be reasonable. Listening to Sam whine-
“Maybe we should have waited.” speak of the devil. Dean rolled his eyes, looking away from Joanna and the tattoo artist and over his shoulder at Sam.
“Who knows what might happen if we wait. We’re lucky she hasn’t been possessed so far.”
The tattoo artists stopped what he was doing (Joanna tried not to feel to relieved, knowing that her pseudo hell was going to start up again any moment) and gave Dean and Sam a look. Dean blinked rapidly a few times, trying to come up with something that didn’t sound…totally crazy.
And failed. Whatever, the guy probably thought they were all high anyways. He went back to work because high or not their money was good and the guys both had the same tat. Probably in a gang.
Joanna dug her fingernails into her palm, trying to distract herself with something more painful. She counted the tiles in the ceiling, bit her tongue, imagined her dad without his clothes on (threw up in her mouth a little bit, but it worked for a few minutes), but ultimately her mind drifted back to what felt like a piece of sandpaper being rubbed into raw skin. The vibrations from the needle was making her stomach churn painfully. She tried to remind herself that it wouldn’t be so bad in the long run, that unless someone cut the protection charm out of her back, she wasn’t getting possessed any time soon.
Sam and Dean weren’t bickering anymore, but watching with rapt attention. They were worried about her, they just wanted what they knew was best for her. Even if they didn’t exactly want her to get inked up, she had too, because she’d be safer that way. Joanna bit her lip to keep from cursing again, and hoped that her silence would help make the reality more easy to bear.
That they could try to protect her all they wanted, in the end it wouldn’t really matter.
Author: Liv darkmagic_luvr
Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Joanna Winchester (OC)
Rating: PG-13
Summery: In which Joanna gets her tattoo.
Disclaimer: I don’t own the character you see before you, however any and all original characters are mine and should not be used without my permission.
Warnings: general spoilers, some swearing.
Authors Note: This was written for spawnfic_tues. Joanna's about fourteen here.
“It fucking hurts!”
“You said you wanted your tattoo. You knew it would hurt.”
“Not this much,” bit out Joanna through clenched teeth, trying to think of something more painful than this singular moment. Getting shot hurt pretty bad, so did getting stitched up. Getting her arm set after being thrown into a wall by that poltergeist. That sucked. Child birth would probably be more painful. Listening to Sam’s emo music. Sam’s OCD. Sam trying to be reasonable. Listening to Sam whine-
“Maybe we should have waited.” speak of the devil. Dean rolled his eyes, looking away from Joanna and the tattoo artist and over his shoulder at Sam.
“Who knows what might happen if we wait. We’re lucky she hasn’t been possessed so far.”
The tattoo artists stopped what he was doing (Joanna tried not to feel to relieved, knowing that her pseudo hell was going to start up again any moment) and gave Dean and Sam a look. Dean blinked rapidly a few times, trying to come up with something that didn’t sound…totally crazy.
And failed. Whatever, the guy probably thought they were all high anyways. He went back to work because high or not their money was good and the guys both had the same tat. Probably in a gang.
Joanna dug her fingernails into her palm, trying to distract herself with something more painful. She counted the tiles in the ceiling, bit her tongue, imagined her dad without his clothes on (threw up in her mouth a little bit, but it worked for a few minutes), but ultimately her mind drifted back to what felt like a piece of sandpaper being rubbed into raw skin. The vibrations from the needle was making her stomach churn painfully. She tried to remind herself that it wouldn’t be so bad in the long run, that unless someone cut the protection charm out of her back, she wasn’t getting possessed any time soon.
Sam and Dean weren’t bickering anymore, but watching with rapt attention. They were worried about her, they just wanted what they knew was best for her. Even if they didn’t exactly want her to get inked up, she had too, because she’d be safer that way. Joanna bit her lip to keep from cursing again, and hoped that her silence would help make the reality more easy to bear.
That they could try to protect her all they wanted, in the end it wouldn’t really matter.