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You and the boys always were saying that you were going to get the tattoo. It was basically required at this point. You just hadn’t yet. You had been living in the bunker with them for a long while now. You were a victim of a vampire nest, your whole family was killed by them. Sam and Dean got there in time to save you. They had been stuck with you ever since. You didn’t go out on hunts much, but they still insisted on you getting the anti-possession tattoo. You were only on this hunt because you detoured on the way to the vampire that almost killed you’s new nest. Now, you were trapped inside of your own head. A demon had taken over your body.
For Dean, this was alarming, but not the end of the world. He was watching your body move closely. He had the demon blade in his hand. He never wanted to use it on you, but he would if he had to. You had told him if you were to get possessed before the tattoo, he had permission to protect himself and his brother. Sam wasn’t so willing to make that deal.
For Sam, this was terrifying. They had dealt with many possessed people before, but none of them ever mattered to him as much as you did. He loved you. Not in the way he loved Dean or Bobby. He loved you like a soulmate. He was in the background trying to call Crowley. The demon that had possessed you had gone A-wall. He just wanted to get back at the king of hell and the Winchesters in whatever way that he could. This was just a weak spot. You didn’t have protection. He was just the first creature who had the guts to go through with attempting to harm you. Not many were willing to get in the way of the brothers at this point.
For Crowley, he was annoyed more than anything else. He thought you were an interesting character and one of the least annoying humans he had come across. He appeared next to Sam, looking annoyed as ever. In your head, you cheered. You knew he had to have some sort of plan to help you.
You were correct. Crowley threatened to kill you (and the demon) with a hellhound. The demon decided not to stick around to find out if he was telling the truth. Sam ran to your side the second the black smoke left your lungs. He held you tightly to his body. You weakly wrapped your arms around him. It only seemed to make him hold you tighter. “We’re going to go get that tattoo on you tomorrow.”
You laughed softly. “Yeah. I think that sounds like a good plan.”