A Hunter's Flowing Locks

It was a warm, sunny day. For any normal person it was the type of day to spend outside in the cool grass and watch the clouds roll by. Anna was not a normal person. She was an angel –a pint sized angel, but an angel all the same. Instead of sunning her wings in the warmth of the sun she was cooped up in a hair salon. She was used to it by now. Her mom had to work in order to keep up the apartment they lived in and to pay for college so Anna tried not to complain. Her mom was trying her best.

"Anna?" The angel looked up from the teddy bear she'd been playing with. A woman with short, burgundy hair stared down at her with tired brown eyes. "I've got to work for a few more hours yet. Are you okay just hanging out here?" Anna nodded in answer, earning a small smile from her mother. Her mother pattered her gently on the head and gave her a quick kiss to the cheek before going back to a customer waiting for her a few chairs down.

Anna watched as her mother snipped at the customer's hair. She watched as the hair bounced freely and Anna felt her wings twitch beneath her coat. Anna let out a soft grumble and jumped off the chair she'd been sitting on. She crawled to the bathroom, waving at the other workers before disappearing behind the door. When safe from sight she pulled off her big coat, letting her wings stretch free after being kept hidden for several hours. Her wings (though smaller) were as bright as when she was full grown. White spread out from the rachis of each feather and darkened to a bright yellow. The yellow then branched off to a brilliant blood orange that became a vibrant red near the edge.

Anna shook them out, puffing them slightly before smoothing them back down with her fingers. It felt nice to finally have them out from under her coat. After a few quick flaps she reached for her coat again. She was already pushing her luck. Someone could walk in at any time–

The door swung open and Anna froze. A boy a few years older than her stepped inside. He wore a green T-shit with 'daddy's little monster' written in bold. He stared at her with bright golden eyes.

"There you are!" he shouted, pulling his sucker from his mouth and pointing it at Anna's nose. "I thought I could feel you close by!"

"G…Gabby?" Anna croaked in shock, recognizing not only the archangel's eyes, but the powerful grace emanating off of him. Gabriel popped his sucker back into his mouth. He circled her, eyeing her wings.

"Anna," he realized. "It's good to see you again little sister." Gabriel stopped circling her and walked back towards the doorway. "Come on. The others are waiting." Anna threw on her coat and hesitantly followed Gabriel out of the bathroom. He led her to where the customers waited for their turn for a cut and to a group of four. Sam Winchester sat in one of the stiff plastic chairs. Next to him were a miniature Lucifer, Balthazar, and Castiel. "I found her!" Gabe called to the crew as he grew closer. Sam looked up from the magazine he'd been reading and smiled at Anna sweetly.

"Took you a while, Gabe. Who is this one?"

"Anna," Gabriel stated. Castiel and Sam's eyes widened and Anna quickly hid behind Gabriel's body. The archangel frowned.

"Um…I take it you have history?"

"Yeah, and it's not all good," Sam sighed. "She tried to kill me before I was born."

"Ouch," Balthazar murmured, shutting the Oprah magazine he'd been flipping through. "Well, past is the past, right?" The group nodded and Anna frowned. Just like that?

"So…what are you doing here?" Sam asked Anna, reaching out and picking her up. Anna stiffened until Sam set her down on his knee.

"Don't worry. We're not going to hurt you," Cas said at last.

"We help!" Lucifer squealed. Anna frowned in confusion. How could they help? What would they even help with?

"Anna!" The six looked up, watching as Anna's mother rushed over. She plucked Anna up off of Sam. "I'm sorry, Sir, if –"

"I'm Sam," the hunter introduced, holding out a hand. "This is Lucifer, Gabriel, Balthazar, and Castiel. They've got wings too." Anna's mother stared at him wide eyed, glancing around herself to make sure no one over heard before looking back at Sam.

"What…"

"My brother and I are looking for the people taking care of these little guys. We offer our number and help," Sam explained.

"Oh." Anna's mother held out her hand. "I'm Alana." She took the hand Sam still held out to her and shook it. She smiled a little then, the tiredness in her eyes draining away. "You really can help?" Sam nodded and Alana glanced over his shoulder. "Are you okay with waiting a few hours to talk? My shift doesn't end for a while."

"That's fine," Balthazar chimed in. "We're all here as customers anyway." Alana nodded and quickly rushed back to the customer waiting patiently for her to return.

"She's really young," Castiel stated. He frowned then. "And stressed."

"Well, hopefully we can help with some of that," Sam hummed, picking up a magazine of different hair styles. He huffed. "I can't believe Dean left us here. I don't need a haircut." The angels laughed.

"Are you kidding?" Gabriel huffed. "You're close to looking like Cousin Itt," the angel chuckled. Sam smacked the angel over the head with his magazine.

"You're one to talk Goldie Locks."

"Hey!" Gabriel huffed, crossing his arms in a pout. Anna laughed at their exchange and crawled up onto Sam's shoulders.

"I like," she said, patting at Sam's long hair with her tiny hands. She started running her fingers through it, separating a few strands. Sam didn't pay her any mind. He turned his gaze back to the magazine he'd been reading, searching for a cut he liked.

Gabriel, Balthazar, Castiel, and Lucifer on the other hand were engrossed in watching Anna braid the hunter's bangs. She smiled at them when she noticed them watching and motioned for them to help her. The four crawled up onto Sam's shoulders. The hunter barely noticed it. He was used to them crawling on top of him and took little notice in it.

Each angel took a strand of dark hair, separating the strand into three separate strands. Anna then showed them how to braid the strands together, showing them different styles and techniques Alana had showed her. She even showed them how to make flowers.

"Sam?" Alana called, walking over. The angels smiled at her briefly as she made her way over before going back to finishing up their braids. "Sam," she called again. "I'll be cutting your hair. Will you come with me please?"

Sam looked up from his magazine, startling the angels crowded on his shoulders. They fell over in a heap, landing in his lap.

"Uh…what were you doing?" the hunter asked, raising a brow at the angels. Alana laughed and grabbed a hand held mirror from nearby. She held it up for him and Sam broke into a laugh. The angels had separated his bangs into several small braids and pulled them back into a large pony tail in the back. There were a few flower braids mixed in as well. "I look like an elf," he chuckled.

"Elf! Elf!" Lucifer agreed.

"Too bad they finished the Hobbit movies. You would have been perfect for the part," Cas hummed. Sam laughed again and looked over to Alana.

"You know what? I think the Elvin look suits me. Dean'll just have to deal with it." Alana nodded and looked to the four angels seated around Anna.

"Well then. Looks like it's your turn, boys." The angels slid down from Sam's lap and Alana led them to three other stylists. Sam sighed and stretched back into his chair, smiling down at Anna. He weaved his fingers through her red hair.

"Your turn," he hummed. Anna grinned up at him, turning around in his lap so he could reach the red strands easier. Sam twist her hair between his fingers. He'd have to call Charlie later. She'd be delighted to hear he found the perfect hairdresser for her Moondoor Elves.

Thanks, xxXKmiXxx, for requesting the angels to braid Sammy's hair. Maybe next time they'll weave real flowers into it ;)