"Did you miss me?"

Schneep sucked in a startled breath as he looked around in the darkness, the all too familiar voice echoing around him sending shivers down his spine.

"I'm always here."

Schneep cried out in fear as Anti abruptly appeared in front of him with his obsidian black eyes boring into Schneep's, the German retreating a step back and nearly tripping over his own feet in the process.

"Y-you're not re-real." Schneep stammered fearfully as Anti drew closer, the demon smiling devilishly as he held up his infamous black handled knife and traced a finger down the dull side of the bloodstained silver blade.

"I'm everywhere." Anti laughed tauntingly as he slit Schneep's neck in one fluid motion.

Blood flowed down Schneep's clothes as he fell in what felt like slow motion, the German faintly hearing another voice that sounded like Marvin shouting over Anti's laughing.

Schneep's eyes flew open to see Anti kneeling in front of him in, the German laying on the ground breathing heavily with sweat soaking his clothes while his body was tangled in his blankets.

"Schneep-"

"St-stay avay from me!" Schneep pleaded as he inched further back from the demon, his eyes wide as he fought to free himself from the blankets.

"What's wrong?" Anti prompted, a grin lighting up his face as he reached towards Schneep.

"Please...." Schneep whimpered as he curled up in a tight ball, squeezing his eyes shut as he braced himself for whatever Anti would do to him.

"Schneep, it's me Marvin."

The German dared to open his eyes to find Marvin in front of him instead of Anti, his blue eyes filled with concern.

"Anti-he-he vas here!" Schneep insisted, shaking as he finally managed to free his legs from the blankets and toss them aside onto the bed.

"Anti was never here. I came in when I heard something fall in your room, only to find you on the ground. When you woke up, I said your name, then you just...panicked, like you were afraid of me." Marvin explained slowly as of speaking to a small child.

"Are you afraid of me?" Marvin asked quietly, his blue eyes watering as Schneep pulled the magician into a hug.

"Of course not, I trust you." Schneep promised, the magician resting his forehead against Schneep's.

"Uh, Marvin?" Schneep coughed awkwardly, this time the magician blushing as he quickly pulled away from the embrace.

"Um, I-I'll let you get dressed." Marvin mumbled sheepishly as he left the room, giving Schneep his privacy so he could change into a pale blue t-shirt and black pants.

Schneep turned when he heard his phone vibrating on his bedside table, alerting him that he had an incoming call.

"Hello?" Schneep answered with a yawn.

"Hey Doc, Sam and I are ready to go whenever you guys are." Dean greeted Schneep, his tone light.

"Vhat time even is it?" Schneep groaned, feeling the adrenaline from his waking nightmare fading as walked down the hall to the living room where Marvin was sitting on the couch dressed in a dark blue shirt and black pants.

"It's like four in the morning. Are you doing okay Doc? You're sounding a little rough." Dean replied.

"I'm fine, I'm just tired." Schneep assured him, Marvin raising an eyebrow and opening his mouth to protest before the German shushed him.

"Okay, I'm sending you the location of where we are. See you guys soon." Dean stated before hanging up, Schneep frowning as he looked at the address Dean had sent him.

"Vhy are zhey at a tattoo parlor?" Schneep wondered aloud, inputting the directions into his phone as he walked out to hail a taxi with his suitcase dragging behind him in his other hand.

"They're the Winchesters, it could be anything." Marvin responded as he followed Schneep outside with his own suitcase, taking one last look back at the house before locking the door after them.

"This is the place." Marvin announced as he and Schneep arrived outside of a shady looking tattoo parlor, the German feeling uneasy as he left the taxi and stood outside of the small brick building.

"Hey guys, I hope you two aren't afraid of needles since you're both getting tattoos." Dean told them as he lowered the collar of his shirt to reveal a black pentagram tattoo below his collar bone.

"Vhy do ve need zhem?" Schneep questioned as Dean pulled his shirt collar back up to hide the tattoo.

"It's an anti-possession tattoo so Anti can't possess either of you." Sam explained as he ushered Marvin and Schneep inside, the Winchesters following them in.

The interior was as small as the outside and reminded Schneep of a bar, neon lights on the walls with a single dentist-style chair in the center of the room.

"Do you want you or your boyfriend going first?" Dean asked Schneep, causing the German's face to burn a bright red shade.

"He-ve are not-I-"

"I'll go first." Marvin volunteered, saving Schneep from having to reply as the magician sat in the chair.

The tattoo artist emerged from the back and talked with the Winchesters, Sam handing the man a stack of bills before the artist moved towards Marvin with his needle gun in hand.

"I need ya to take off your shirt, I'm putting the tattoo on your chest below your collar bone." The man told Marvin, the magician removing his shirt before reclining in the chair and closing his eyes.

Schneep couldn't help but glance at Marvin's smooth pale chest, the German quickly looking away when he noticed Sam watching him.

"I hate needles." Marvin complained through gritted teeth as the tattoo artist began, Schneep unable to restrain a smirk of amusement when Marvin opened his eyes and looked at him.

"Oh shut up, we'll see who's laughing when you're in the chair next." Marvin growled sourly, Schneep chuckling softly in response. 

"Alright, you're up." The tattoo artist called out to Schneep as Marvin stood up, the male glancing at his new tattoo before pulling his shirt back on.

Schneep nodded silently as he sat in the chair, pulling off his shirt so the man could tattoo his chest.

"What happened to your neck?" The artist spoke up, gesturing to the pale scar across Schneep's neck with his free hand while using the other to make the tattoo.

"I...it's a long story." Schneep sighed, wincing as memories of Anti possessing him flooded his mind when he closed his eyes.

"Sorry about the needle, I'm almost done." The man apologized, not knowing what the German was really wincing at.

"It's fine." Schneep replied absent mindlessly, glancing over at Marvin and making eye contact with him when the magician was staring at Schneep's chest.

As Marvin quickly looked away, Schneep noticed Dean whispering to Sam and looking between Schneep and Marvin, Dean smirking while his brother rolled his eyes at him.

"There you go." The tattoo artist exclaimed proudly as he finished, Schneep looking down at the tattoo as he sat up.

"Thank you." Schneep answered in appreciation, the German pulling his shirt back on as he stood up and joined the Winchesters.

"You make zhat design a lot?" Schneep questioned, the man nodding in response.

"Alright, lets-"

Dean was interrupted by Schneep's phone vibrating in his pocket, the German shooting the male an apologetic look as he answered the call.

"Doc, it's me Chase. Where are you?" Chase blurted in a rush before Schneep could even open his mouth.

"I'm at a tattoo parlor, vhat is going on?" Schneep demanded worriedly, Chase taking a shaky breath.

"My kids are gone, and I think that the Anti demon guy you were talking about has them somewhere."