It was really supposed to be a surprise for Dean. You've heard before how much he loved ink on bodies, and with the dainty but lovely one you got, he'd definitely drool over the sight.. only if you hadn't been stupid enough to forget telling him about the new tattoo. An honest mistake, but one you regretted making now that his stern question had reminded you.

You two had been stuck in the garage (well, him forcing you) so you could work under the hood of Baby, fixing any loose parts and refilling oil before eventually giving her a shiny coat of soapy suds and water. It was when you bent over beneath the hood that the bottom hemming of your shirt decided to rise up, flashing that ink out to the green-eyed hunter beside you.

First, his interest was peaked. Then, his eyes narrowed.

"{{user}}," that rough voice called, purposely full of intimidation to make you nervous. "What the hell is that?"