In which an angel held captive is rescued by the Winchesters
A/N: I do not own Supernatural or any of its characters, all rights go to the CW and Eric Kripke. Only Catherine and her character is my creation.
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Plush
THAT NIGHT, AFTER DONNA AND DOUG HAD BEEN FORCED TO SHOOT THE RABBIT MAN, THE WINCHESTERS AND CATHERINE STOOD IN THE WOODS. Donna was with them, the rabbit head before them all.
"You okay?" Dean asked.
"No, not really," Donna answered. "A 19-year-old-kid is dead."
Sam set the jug of gasoline down. "That's not on you. Or Doug. He was just doing his job."
"I know," Donna said, "but that kid was innocent. I mean, if the mask was cursed, then he was just a puppet, right? He was a victim too."
"No one else dies," Sam stated, holding out a box of matches. "Not like this."
Donna took the matchbox, sliding it open and pulling one out. She struck the match, tossing it onto the bunny mask. It caught fire, flames enveloping it.
^^^
"WOULD YOU LIKE TO BE MY DRINKING BUDDY?" Catherine asked, taking a seat next to Dean at the small table in their motel room. She placed a bottle of liquor between them.
"I would love to be your drinking buddy," Dean said, smiling a little. He twisted the top, opening the bottle. "Ladies first." He held the bottle to her.
"Thank you," Catherine said, taking it from him. She took a swig, the auburn liquid burning her throat as she downed it. She handed it back to him. "What's that? On your chest?" She pointed to the small black line that was only slightly visible from the neckline of his shirt.
"Oh, just a anti-possession tattoo. Keeps demons and stuff out." Dean pulled the end of his shirt down to reveal the entire tattoo to her.
"That's cool." Catherine reached out despite herself, brushing her fingers over the lines.
"We should probably get you one too, now that you're human," Dean stated.
Catherine thought about it. She would like that. A tattoo. "Can we?"
"What?"
"Get one."
"Sure." Dean stood, grabbing his jacket and keys. "Let's go."
So they did. Dean drove her to the tattoo parlor where she decided that she wanted something else too. Not just the anti-possession one. Catherine then decided to use her newfound knowledge of the internet to look up ideas. She saw one of a cute little duck with sunglasses.
Dean talked her out of that one.
As Catherine looked at the wall covered in drawings that were options, she thought that maybe she was going overboard.
"Hey, they do piercings. You should get a nipple piercing," Dean joked, nudging her side.
"That sounds painful. No thanks," Catherine replied. "Do the tattoos hurt?"
