Fighter: Dean Winchester (REVAMPED VERSION)

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Nadia jolted awake, panic seizing her chest. They were supposed to be on the road by now, but it was nearly noon, and Dean wasn't in bed beside her. Instead, a note lay where he should have been:

Bringing back breakfast. Might have found a case.

"And we're back at it," she muttered. It had been a while since they'd had a case, not since Anna.

She stretched, the sheets falling from her body as she sat up against the headboard, a smile creeping across her face as she thought about the night before.

Ripping the covers off, she climbed out of bed, stepping over the scattered clothes they'd left behind. She flicked on the bathroom light and yawned, squinting at her reflection. Her hair—well, her locs—were growing out, and she tugged on a new strand, noticing the length of fresh growth.

"Sorry, boys, but I'm taking a hair day."

After brushing her teeth, Nadia stepped into the shower, scrubbing the sleep away, washing and moisturizing her hair. She threw on some shorts and one of Dean's flannels before grabbing her hair products and setting them on the bathroom counter.

As she started parting her hair, Dean appeared, carrying breakfast in his hands.

"Hey! I thought you'd be dressed by now." He caught a glimpse of her in the mirror. "Coffee and donuts?"

"Yes, please!" Nadia greeted him with a kiss and grabbed a glazed donut, savoring the first bite, followed by a sip of coffee. "I was going to get ready, but then I realized... my hair."

Dean raised an eyebrow, eyeing her hair. "What's wrong with your hair?"

Nadia laughed, pointing to her new growth. "This. You see it?"

Dean tilted his head, squinting. "Not really."

"I have to twist it so it looks like this." She gestured to the already-formed locs in the front.

"Mhm, right..." Dean nodded slowly, but his confusion was clear.

Nadia chuckled. "Don't let it give you a headache, Batman." She pecked him on the lips, finishing her donut. She grabbed her coffee and walked back to the bathroom.

Dean shrugged off his jacket and started getting dressed while Nadia began twisting her hair.

After a few moments, Nadia could feel Dean's gaze burning into the back of her head. He was sneaking glances in the mirror every few seconds. She finally dropped her hands to her sides and turned to face him.

"You're curious, aren't you?"

"Very," he admitted with a grin, adjusting his shirt.

"Alright, come here," Nadia gestured for him to join her in the bathroom. "Here's what you need: a spray bottle of water, a rat tail comb, loc gel, hair clips, and a towel. My hair's already washed and oiled, but the water's to keep it moisturized."

Dean's eyes were fixed on the items she was pointing to, taking it all in.

"So, you part, comb a little, gel, twist, clip—and boom. You're done."

"That's it?"

"Yep. Well, it takes a few hours to dry with the clips in, but yeah. Wanna try?" She handed him the comb.

"Can I?"

"Yeah, if you're good, I'll let you do it when I don't feel like it. I'll pay you back... somehow."

Dean raised an eyebrow. "Somehow, huh?" He leaned in to kiss her, pulling her close.

"Focus, Winchester," Nadia said, gently pushing him back.