Iɴ Hᴇʟʟ, I'ʟʟ ʙᴇ ɪɴ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴄᴏᴍᴘᴀɴʏ → sᴇᴍɪ-ᴏᴘᴇɴ

[righteously]

Who: Dean & Various
When: August
Where: Cadens & the Horizon
What: Catch-all

Warnings: Winchester-brand violence, booze, and suicidal ideation I'm sure.

I ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ғɪɢʜᴛ
Tᴏ ᴘʀᴏᴠᴇ I'ᴍ ʀɪɢʜᴛ
I ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ғᴏʀɢɪᴠᴇɴ

Comments

[righteously]

"Don't worry, it ain't just you," he reassures her with a wry quirk to his lips. "I've known Cas for near five friggin' years now and he still only knows half of what I'm saying. It grows on you."

A beat.

"Or you learn to ignore it. I'm an acquired taste. Like Sushi, or Jim Morrison."

And so it will go for the next hour, give or take — bullshitting while he slowly but surely inks her in, gentle where he can be even if there's no totally dulling the pain of a tattoo.