"Really? Okay, be right back. Give me about ten, I hope you're not too busy." She grinned, and knew that her father wouldn't object.
Which was why she was surprised when he did a little bit.
"What do you mean a tattoo?" Dean was eating a burger on the couch.
"I mean I want another tattoo." She lifted her hair to show him the sigil she already had on the back of her neck, exactly the same as the one he had on his chest. "Just a tiny one on my finger, just a ring of daisies. Come on." She tugged at his arm, and Dean grumbled as he was yanked to his feet. It was at that point he realized how screwed he was when it came to his daughters, and they weren't even born yet.
Exactly fourteen minutes later, they pulled up at the shop again, Dean in his Impala and Dani following on her bike. She grinned as she dragged him in. "Acquired: one parent."