Insufferably Tall

Warnings: Swearing, drinking, fighting, it's a given that you're shorter than Dean

Hana's POV

I collapsed on the couch as soon as my legs had carried me into the bunker.

It was a long hunt, and Dean had to go and be the hero. Again.

I was getting tired of saving his ungrateful ass.

Speaking of the devil.

Dean strode in with two beers already in hand. He motioned for me to move my feet, and I silently obeyed.

I cast my gaze toward the dormant TV and waited patiently for it to turn on. Except it didn't. Instead, I felt Dean shaking my leg slightly. I sat up to look at him. But I wasn't really looking at him. No, I was too mad to do that.

"What is up with you?" he asked, taking a lengthy swig from his beer.

I huffed and crossed my arms, glaring at him. "You throw yourself into danger all the time!"

His eyebrow furrowed. "Hana, that's kind of in the job description." I shifted and was contemplating getting up. He just wasn't hearing me out. But he put a hand on my leg. "What's wrong?"

My anger and frustration poured out through my words. "Dean, when does it end? No, I'm not talking about hunting. I'm talking about the constant need to be careless. If you were any normal person, you would be dead by now! And you have died! And I feel like I care about you more than you do! Hell, you always just hunt like it's your last one!"

Dean was completely quiet for a moment, and I thought he was going to scoff, get up, and walk out. But then he wrapped his arms around me and hugged me tight to his body. I breathed and snuggled into the embrace. "Hana, it's cute that you try to protect me and all, but you're like a foot shorter than me, you know?"

I smacked his arm as he chuckled at his own joke.

A smile was edging its way onto my face, but I forced it into a frown. "That wasn't funny."

"C'mon, it was a little funny."

The grin was so insistent that it hurt to hold it back.

I forced out an irritated huff and brushed him off, standing. Before he could pull me back down, I was running away, giggling.

"Hana! C'mon," he grumbled, his pace a lot slower than mine. "We just got back. How do you even have energy for this?"

I bit my lip. "I may or may not have borrowed your credit card to buy a coffee."

He was right on my heels, then. I squealed and tried to run faster, but he kept pace with me. I could only go so fast with my short legs, I thought ruefully to myself.

A scream followed by bubbly laughter flowed out of my mouth as Dean finally caught up with me, grabbing me roughly from behind by the waist and pulling me back into his chest.

"Gotcha," he murmured in my ear. "Shorty."

I scoffed and rolled my eyes at the crude nickname. "Giant."

"Sam's taller than I am."

"Shut up."

His chest rumbled as he laughed. "Who're you telling to shut up, shorty?"

I squirmed and then huffed as I found myself crushed and stuck.

"You," I said matter-of-factly, affection seeping through the sarcastic words.

He chuckled and nuzzled my neck. "You."