Title: Redheads
Author: culturegeek76
Rating: PG (One occurance of the F word, directly preceded by a noun referring to a female parent)
Summary: A woman hits on Dean, but he decides to pass. He has his reasons.
Warning: This post uses Canadian spellings. This is only the second piece of my work, so I warn you that it might be terribly amateur.
Disclaimer: I am not in anyway affiliated with the show, the network, or the boys. Please don't sue. I have nothing.
Beta Thanks: Don't have a beta yet - but I am looking.
Author's Notes: Inspired by the FanFic100 Challenge, Number 12 – Orange.
Dean politely excused himself from the flirtatious grip of the ginger haired woman next to him, making his way back to Sam. He could never get into redheads. Their orange hair reminded him too much of Daniel Richards, the first kid who ever beat him up.
Dean was 7, in grade 2. Daniel was 10 and mean. Hair the colour of carrots. He'd stopped Dean on the sidewalk two blocks from home and shoved him into the dirt. Beaten and ashamed, Dean had run home, hot tears making trails on his dirty face. He'd run straight into his Dad's arms, finding comfort there. His father had smiled and listened patiently, a look of concern on his face. In a soft tone, he'd explained to Dean a few things about bullies. Dean never let another kid beat him up ever again.
That didn't mean there weren't plenty of people who tried. Moving around a lot, being the new kid, it made him an easy target. The long eyelashes and pretty boy looks didn't help either. Neither did his aloof demeanour, his easy confidence with the girls.
Dean learned quickly that one sure way to prevent an attack was to strike first. The first kid to give him any lip, a wrong look, and Dean would lay him out. It established two things: one, this Winchester kid was one crazy motherfucker; two, he knew how to fight, and win. Both kept the bullies at bay. It was easy enough for Dean to do; he'd just picture Daniel Richards' freckly face and the other kid didn't stand a chance.
Being hit on by a redhead didn't make Dean want to fight, but the thought of anything associated with Daniel Richards during sex was enough to make his stomach turn.
He slid into the booth across from Sam, and took a sip of his beer.
"Shot down?" Sam queried, looking up momentarily from their father's journal.
"It happens," Dean shrugged. "Even to the best of us."