Red Heads Have Souls Too

Warnings: Swearing, intense making out, mentions of sex, tiny bit of self hate image…?

Hana's POV

I was holding a lock of hair in my palm when the rough knocking on the door made me startle. "Are you almost done in there?" Dean's deep voice came through, sounding impatient.

I winced at my reflection. Yes, but I think I would rather die than go on this stupid case, I thought to myself. "One more minute," I yelled back, despite the eye roll.

Oh my God, I am never going to hear the end of this.

Sighing, I grabbed the gray contact lenses and put them in, one after the other. "I hate this so much," I muttered to myself, cringing at my newly dyed bright orange haired reflection.

Just because I'd hunted this thing before did not mean that I had to wear a fucking disguise.

"Never mind. I'm not doing it!" I decided, going to take out the contact lense in my right eye.

I heard a growl from the other side of the door and a "Like hell you aren't" before the door flew open.

Panicking at the prospect of Dean seeing me like this, I quickly ducked into the bathtub and snapped the curtain shut. "Hana, c'mon! You can't look that bad!" he complained, trying to tug the curtain away. "You're being ridiculous, I want you to be safe during this hunt! Get out of there."

Even though he couldn't see me, I shook my head, squeezing my eyes shut as the red hair flew into my face.

I didn't realize how angry Dean was getting until he ripped the shower curtain straight from the rod. A tiny squeaking sound left me as Dean reached down, grabbed me, and threw me over his shoulder. "Dean, let me down! I don't want to!"

"I don't care what you want to do! You are coming on this fucking hunt whether you want to or not!" he spat back in response. "You made me go into the store to get that hair dye alone and you are going to wear it!" I bristled as he talked to me like I was a three year old.

Hitting his back, I shouted, "Dean, you asshole, put me down!" Fed up already with his cocky grin, I reeled my foot back and kicked. It definitely hit something, because Dean groaned. I thought that I had lucked out by hitting him where the sun didn't shine, and used the opportunity to try and squirm away.

Unfortunately, God wasn't on my side. A hand lightly smacking my thigh made me yelp. "Nice try, princess. Now behave, would ya? We need to get on this hunt and you're holding us back."

Still frustrated that my acts of defiance were having no effect on him, I fought him the entire time he was putting me down on the bed and pulling my shoes on roughly, since I had outright refused to do it. I smirked in triumph as he swore when my foot connected with his jaw. "Cut it out!" he growled, grabbing my ankles hard enough to chase the smile off of my face and make me yelp. "You're acting like a 3 year old. The monster doesn't fucking care that your hair looks "crappy". Now, sit still before I make you!"

I sat in silence, staring down at my hands clasped in my lap, as Dean visibly cooled down, face returning to its normal color and tension falling from his shoulders. As he finished, he grinned softly up at me. "There. That wasn't so painful, now, was it?" I couldn't help but squirm a bit uncomfortably as he examined my new look.

Red really didn't go with my complexion, apparently.

But Dean's fingers gently tracing my jawline and angling my head upwards caught my attention. "Finally, my girl has some fiery hair to match that temper of hers," he murmured before leaning in and brushing his lips tentatively across mine.

All thoughts about the hunt gone, I ran a hand through his hair to tug him closer, and he fell on me, the kiss becoming more and more desperate as time passed. His rough hand was slipping past the hem of my shirt and along my skin when a knock broke us apart.

"Knowing how long the two of you have been alone, you're probably naked. So, put some clothes on and get going. That thing is still out there." It was Sam, of course, most likely coming over from his separate room to check if we were living anymore. From the sounds that were coming from our room last night, I don't blame him for not storming in this morning.

Dean groaned and leaned his forehead against my collarbone. "C'mon, Sammy, ten more minutes, man. We'll be quick," he pleaded, already going back to kissing along my neck before Sam could get a word out in protest.

But, Sam wasn't budging. Just like always. "Dean, now! Ten minutes could be the difference between life or death. I'll be in the car." The sound of Sam's footsteps heading away only made Dean increase his efforts on the untouched skin of my neck.

As much as I was enjoying the moment, Sam was right, and me and Dean got to do this all of the time. Sighing, I begrudgingly pushed his face away. "You know as well as I do that Sam is right. C'mon." I teasingly shoved his shoulder to give me just enough room to get out from under him.

Righting my hair, I gestured for the dumbfounded man to follow me as I walked out the door, swinging my hips. He was right on my heels in an instant. "You know, I haven't had sex with a red head in a while," Dean stated with a shit-eating grin.

Letting a scoff slide from between my lips, I scuffed the back of his head. "Maybe later. Get in the car, Winchester."

His arm wrapped around my waist. "Yes, ma'am." With a final wink, he ducked into his beloved car.

Maybe red hair isn't too bad.