On Date Night?!

Warnings: Kinda possessive Dean, swearing, heated kissing, argument

Hana's POV

A heaviness set in my heart. I glanced at the closed bunker door with a growing disappointment. Dean said he'd be home 3 hours ago from the hunt he was on with Sam. He promised that we would watch a movie and cuddle on the couch and then go to sleep. But how could he keep the promise when he wasn't even here?

I angrily wiped the tears from the corners of my eyes and grabbed the bowl of cold popcorn, throwing a few pieces in my mouth. It even tasted like loneliness.

Huffing, I got to my feet and furiously tugged on my coat. Not even looking into a mirror, I marched straight to the garage. Settling on an older, bright red car, I started the engine and drove.

I didn't really know where I was going until I pulled up to a pale blue house. A house I hadn't been to since forever.

Nathan's house.

This is where I had my first kiss.

Breathing slightly, I got out of the car and flexed my sore hands. I had undoubtedly been white-knuckling the steering wheel.

And then I was in front of the door. I reached out and tapped the door lightly a few times. After a few moments, the door opened. A familiar and somewhat aged face poked through the crack. He grinned.

"Hana! It's been forever!"

"Hey, Nate," I murmured quietly, a smile starting to pick up the corners of my mouth. To my shock, he moved forward and gathered me into his arms.

I found myself tearing up slightly as the memories flew back into my head. I shook myself and hugged him back, envious of my past self.

"What was that for?" I teased as he pulled back.

His smile was warm and inviting, and I felt instantly like I had come home, in a sense. "You looked like you needed it. C'mon in, you."

Our hands joined together and he tugged me in.

We talked for a few hours about what we had been doing (me excluding hunting, of course) while we were away. Well, I was away. Nate hadn't gone anywhere.

Feeling a hell of a lot better, I drove home after handing Nate my number.

As I pulled into the garage, I felt relieved, angered, and nervous all at once. The Impala was there, right in the middle. I flinched as I realized how empty the spot looked without this car in it.

I parked and made it to the library before I was ambushed. Dean was glaring daggers at me from where he leaned against a bookshelf. He pushed himself off and stalked furiously towards me. "Where the hell have you been?! I was worried you'd been snatched by some creep!" he shouted.

My own anger rose, and I threw his rage right back in his face. "I was visiting a friend, since you obviously didn't care enough to tell me that you were gonna be three hours late!"

Dean's expression went from furious, to taken aback, to deadly in an instant. "We don't have any friends. You were hooking up with someone, weren't you?"

Hurt panged in my chest, but I kept up my tough exterior as best as I could. "Dean, you seriously think that I would run off and have sexy time with someone else when I love you?! And I have one friend! He's a friend from high school!"

My wrist was in his hand in an instant. His grip was vice-like. "He?" Dean growled dangerously.

I tried to tug my wrist back, but he yanked me back to my spot. I'm sure he would leave a bruise in his uncontrolled rage, but I didn't care. I was too angry myself.

"Yes!"

"Are you fucking kidding me?!"

He paced the room, and I had to stop myself from massaging my throbbing wrist. Before I could get a word in sideways, his fist came into contact with the wall. Hard. He swore loudly and ripped the lamp right off the table. It crashed to the floor.

My eyes widened. Fuck.

Dean turned back to me, and I took a cautious step backwards as he stalked towards me. His hands pushed me against the wall. He leaned close. "Do they know we're together?"

A shiver ran down my spine at the growl. "Y-yeah."

I mentally cursed myself for stuttering. But my mind was wiped of all thoughts as he pressed his lips to mine.

"I thought you were mad at me," I muttered against his lips. He groaned and picked me up, swinging my legs around his waist.

"I am. Let me show you how angry I am," he said lowly before he started to press hot kisses to my neck.