it was summer, you Castiel, Dean and Sam were sitting in a motel room on the side of the road, Castiel was watching Sam tending to your wounds, he saw your tattoos, Castiel didn't know what that meant or why you had them.

he looked at you and walked over to you after Sam walked away he sat down next to you and he laid his head on your shoulder "what are they?" he says looking at your tattoos tracing his fingers across them