Angel in Flannel [d.w.]

//Chapter 18: Worry Warts//

Tessa Sloane Morgans

"Sam! Where the hell did you put my hairbrush?" Tess shouted as she poked her head out of the motel bathroom, making sure that only her head was visible.

"Top drawer." Sam called back, refusing to even look towards the bathroom, knowing that his brother was also in there with his best friend. "Close the door please, then salt and burn everything you touched in there afterwards."

Tess rolled her eyes at the overly dramatic Winchester, closing the door to find her hairbrush "I'm cutting his hair, dumbass. Now watch it or you're next."

Dean chuckled from where he sat on the edge of the bathtub, admiring his girlfriend in her underclothing as she searched for the hairbrush. When she finally found it she shuffled back to Dean, muttering under her breath about how that would be the last time she let Sam borrow her hairbrush.

The boys had been walking on eggshells around Tess for the past few days. The death of the trickster really got to her, considering that he may have very well been the only being that truly knew what she was and was willing to pony up information.

"You ain't gonna give me a mowhawk are you?" Dean inquired as she began to carefully trim the emerald eyed beauties hair.

"And be seen dating a heavy metal wannabe?" Tess scoffed, running her fingers through his hair to check the length. "No thank you. Though you would look hot with tattoos."

"You dig tattoos?" Dean smirked, recalling that she had one of her own.

"I've got a friend over in Ireland, ninety percent of his body is tattooed and he's the most sought after man I've ever met." Tess shrugged. "The ladies love him."

"Oh, so you dig him?" Dean deflated at her remark, not knowing the whole story.

"God no, the guy is a dear friend. Not to mention, gay."

"Oh."

"And the only guy I dig is the one I've been in love with since we were eight. So you've got everyone beat by a long shot." Tess encouraged, lowering the scissors so she could quickly peck his lips.

"I remember when we met, and you were a mute, you had shorter hair and you kept them up in these cute little braids." Dean fondly recalled, catching one of her hands and pressing a chaste kiss to the surprisingly soft skin.

Tess giggled, a rare occurrence from the huntress, it earned a content smile on Deans part, whom was always glad to see the huntress happy. "You're such a dork. Now sit still and stop being romantic or I might accidentally snip your ear off."

Deans lustful eyes trailed back to Tess's matching red silk bra and underwear, taking in her every curve, the glow of her olive skin, and the pure and utter sexiness of her battle scars. "So," Dean licked his lips, his eyes never once leaving her body. "Not that I'm complaining, but why are you cutting my hair in your bra and underwear?"