The man pointed to the sign that said ‘Hunter’s Parking Only,’ with a scowl. “Gonna have to ask you to move that Chevrolet of yours buddy. The parking here is for real men.”
“We are hunters!”
The man looked them up and down with a grunt, looking unconvinced. “You don’t look like hunters.”
Dean scowled in response. “We are hunters, surely you’ve heard of us, Sam and Dean Winchester? Not to boast but we’re kind of a big deal in the mid-west.”
The man looked them up and down with another grunt. “Never heard of em. All I know is you look kinda— pretty to be hunters.”
Dean bristled. “Douchebag callin’ me pretty. We’re hunters Sam!”
Sam grabbed his brothers arm and dragged him a few steps back towards the impala, “Dean we can just park somewhere else…”
“It’s the principal of the thing!”
Sam pulled a bitchy face at him, “Good luck proving it. Cas healed us last month, remember? Neither one of us has a single scar.”
Dean grunted in irritation then his face brightened and he started pulling at his shirts. “We don’t got any scars, put we do have ink, anti-possession tattoos Sammy—“ he started back the way they’d come. “Hey man, you want proof we got proof, show him your ink Sam.”
With a scowl Sam copied his brother and flashed the man a look at the tattoo on his chest, above his heart.
Only for the man to bust out laughing. “Ohhh that was classic, of course I know who the Winchesters are, we’ve all read the books! I got you so good!”
i tried to make it work by going back but i had enough miscounts that i just started over. i’m using like a bajillion stitch markers this time bc frankly i refuse to do that again