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At first, Dean was confused by the directions Sam had given him, taking them to a part of town where he couldn’t figure out what held such attraction for his brother. They had wrapped up their hunt the night before, but for some reason, Sam had insisted on staying in the town for another day. The town had one bar that served beer and nothing else alcoholic and at least four churches that they’d driven past. He wouldn’t exactly call the town a hot destination spot by any means. When pressed, his brother wouldn’t say why aside from giving him some vague reason, ending with ‘You’ll see’. All he could do was roll his eyes at his lover and go along with whatever it was Sam had devised. Cutting the engine, he leaned forward to look at the nondescript brick building they were parked in front of. “You sure this is the right place?” he asked, turning his attention to his brother, wondering if he’d driven over the town line without noticing.
“Trust me, Dean,” Sam responded with a dimpled smile before pushing open the door and getting out of the Impala.
“Trust me,” Dean repeated, shaking his head as pocketed his keys and got out of the Impala. “What are we doing here?” he asked, eyeing the neon sign that advertised Tattoos in red blinking lettering. The buzzing of the sign could be heard from where he and Sam were standing on the sidewalk. He and Sam already had their anti-possession tattoos and unless his brother had suddenly decided that they needed some other type of magical symbol on their bodies, he still didn’t understand why they were there. “You planning on getting my name inked on your body?” he teased when Sam remained silent.
“No,” Sam answered, pulling Dean to him and cupping his brother’s ass. “But I like the idea of getting ‘Property of Sam’ inked across your ass.”
“Bitch,” Dean huffed out in response.
“Jerk,” Sam chuckled before wrapping his fingers around Dean’s wrist and leading his brother into the tattoo shop, nodding to the heavily tattooed girl with shocking spiked pink-colored hair, and several facial piercings sitting behind the counter with a sketchbook in front of her.
“Help you?” the girl asked, dropping the pencil she’d been drawing with onto the glass counter, eyeing the tall men standing before her, smirking when she noticed the bewildered look on the green-eyed man’s face. “Your first time in a tattoo shop? Gonna bust your tattoo cherry?”
Pulling aside his collar, Sam exposed his left peck. “That’s long gone.”
“Cool ink. What about wide eyes over here? He looking for his first tattoo?”
Rolling his eyes, Dean pulled aside his collar, exposing his ink-covered skin. “Already got my first tattoo.”
Raising her hands, she said, “Respect.” Crossing her arms over her chest, she tilted her head and asked, “So, what brings you in? You looking to add more ink…”
Shaking his head, Sam stepped forward. “No, not looking for that. Looking for what’s out back.”
Nodding her head, the girl said, “Oh, got it. Go on back. Let me know if you need any help.”
Watching the exchange between Sam and the girl only left Dean wondering what the hell was going on. Clearly, he was missing something. What the hell was out back and how did Sam know about whatever it was? “What the hell…?”
The girl chuckled. “He doesn’t know? Oh, sweetie, we don’t just run a tattoo parlor. We… Nah, I’m not gonna ruin this for you. I love seeing the vanillas’ reactions when they see what else the shop carries.” Stepping out from behind the counter, she led the two men over to a frosted glass partition and door, stopping when she heard the taller man speaking.
It was Sam’s turn to chuckle. “He’s not as vanilla as you think,” he assured the girl, watching as her dark eyes widened in surprise. “In fact, he can be pretty fuckin’ kinky when he wants to be, or when I want him to be.” Sam winked at the girl, watching as a smile spread across her lips before she looked past him to regard Dean with curiosity.
“Damn,” the girl murmured, looking Dean up and down, her dark eyes sparkling with mischief and appreciation for the green-eyed man standing before her. “Well then, have fun, boys.” Pushing open the door, she stepped aside allowing first Sam and then Dean to enter the cleverly camouflaged adult shop attached to the tattoo shop.
Dean followed Sam past the door, stepping into a store he hadn’t expected to be in, his eyes looking from one corner of the adult store to another, unsure of how to react. It wasn’t that he was vanilla, he wasn’t as Sam had stated, he was just surprised to discover the store in what one would probably term bible-thumper territory. And how the hell had Sam stumbled across this place was on the tip of his tongue. “What the…”
“Yeah,” the girl smirked, crossing her arms over her chest as she leaned against a highly polished glass and metal display case filled with various sex toys. “You’d never think a place like this existed in a town like Harmony Way. You can’t throw a stone without hitting a church, and every house looks so charming with its white picket fence, but you’d never guess how many of those God-fearing people like to get their freak on and maybe add a little ink to their body.”
Pulling his eyes off the girl and the display case, Dean looked around to see Sam wandering down an aisle and stopping to look at something in another glass and metal display case that had caught his brother’s interest. Intrigued, he made his way over to Sam to see what his brother was looking at. He saw a few different types of handcuffs - padded and unpadded, paddles, and a variety of gags. “Somethin’ catch your interest?” he asked, wondering what Sam was looking at. It wasn’t as if they needed a new set of handcuffs, the padded ones Sam had gotten him for his last birthday worked just fine as far as he was concerned. And while he enjoyed feeling the sting of his ass being reddened, Sam knew he preferred the feel of his brother’s hand over a paddle.
“That,” Sam said, pointing to a black bit gag. Looking up from the display case, he met Dean’s eyes. Reaching out to run his thumb over Dean’s lips, he stated, “That would look perfect between your lips.”
Seeing the heated look in his brother’s eyes, Dean nodded. The thought of Sam placing the bit gag between his teeth and buckling the leather straps around his head made his breathing quicken. “Get it.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.” Looking around, Dean saw the girl standing a few feet away watching them. Motioning her over, he pointed to the bit gag. “We’re gonna get that,” he said, slapping one of many credit cards he used down on the counter.
“Can’t wait to use it on you,” Sam husked, crowding against Dean while they waited for the girl to hand over the newest addition to their adult collection.
Dean stifled the moan threatening to escape his throat, his body vibrating at the promise of what was yet to come that night.