A/N: Hey, all, I’m still here. Here’s your update! Thanks to both StrGazr04 and Enkidu07 for the idea. Enjoy!

You look fabulous!

“Today’s the day Sam.”

“No way. It’s fine.”

“Have you even looked in a mirror recently? You look like the Wolf Man.”

“It’s not that bad…is it?”

“It is. Now get your ass in gear. I’ll get one too, so you won’t be lonely. There’s gotta be a place in this town somewhere.”

They drove through the downtown area, and Sam reluctantly pointed out a small building wedged between a law office and a pharmacy.

“There’s one.”

“No, that’s a chick place. There’s gotta be another one.”

“There isn’t Dean! This is it.”

“You know how I said I was going to get one too? Well, I’m not.”

“Yes you are. Now, come on, let’s get it over with.” Dean parked the car and climbed out, grabbing something from the backseat. Sam saw it and groaned.

“Why exactly do you bring that apron?”

“Well, I figured, they always put those plastic sheets over you, why not just use the apron instead?”

“It’ll get covered with hair.”

“Yea, my hair. Plus, I can always wash it.”

With that, the two brothers entered ‘Hair Today, Gone Tomorrow’.

Once they were through the doors, pop music assailed their ears.

“Ugh, not good on the ears,” Dean muttered. Then his eyes fell on the pretty hair stylists. “But very good on the eyes.”

Sam sighed and went to the front counter, putting their names on the list. He sat in a chair in the corner and flipped through a book of hair styles.

“Looking for something different Sammy? Cause I always thought you’d look really great with a perm.”

Sam ignored the comment and put the book down. “There are only a couple people in front of us so the wait shouldn’t be long.”

“I don’t mind,” Dean said, entertaining himself by checking out the girls. “I hope I get her.” His eyes had settled on a brunette who was finishing up getting ready for her next customer. “She looks like she’s good with her hands.”

The woman at the front desk checked her waiting list. “Dean Winchester.”

“That’s me!” He noticed the brunette was all ready, her chair empty. She was his, he just knew it.

His view of her was suddenly obstructed as a man dressed in black pants and black shirt, halfway unbuttoned, with a pink scarf around his neck and a black beret stood in front of him.

“Are you Dean?”

“Yea, that’s me.”

“Then come on! Let’s make you beautiful! Of course, that shouldn’t take long at all. I mean just look at you!” He pranced over to the chair. Dean looked over at Sam, fear in his eyes. Sam just chuckled and shook his head.

“Sam Winchester?” The woman called. Sam stood up and met Dean’s pretty brunette at her chair, giving his older brother a satisfied smirk as he sat down.

Dean’s stylist, who introduced himself as Fernando, took the plastic wrap and proceeded to drape it over Dean.

“Hey, don’t bother. I brought my own.” He stood back up, threw the apron on, tied it in back, and sat back down again.

Fernando looked at it and smiled as he took the spray bottle to Dean’s hair. “‘World’s Hottest Chef’! Oh, that’s just darling! So, what’s it gonna be cupcake?”

Dean swallowed. “Just a trim.”

“Not really a chatty Cathy, huh? I’ve never seen you before, so you must be from out of town. Come on, dish. What brings Dean Winchester to town?”

“Just passin’ through. We’ll be gone tomorrow probably.”

“We? Who’s we?” Fernando grabbed his scissors and began trimming.

“Me and my brother. That’s him over there.” He jerked a thumb at Sam.

Sam sat in the chair while his stylist threw the drape around him. “I’m Stephanie. I just thought maybe I should tell you; I’m pretty new. I just graduated last week.”

“Oh, congratulations,” Sam replied.

“Thanks, I mean, you know what they say, fifth time’s a charm, right?”

Fifth time? Sam shifted uncomfortably at this news.

“Ok, umm, here we go! Oh, wait, I forgot to ask. What do you want done?”

“I guess just make it a bit shorter, a little neater, ya know?”

“Sure, I can do that!”

Sam closed his eyes, as he felt her fingers at his hair. He was getting very nervous.

Fernando was almost done with Dean. He snipped in a few places, then held a mirror up so Dean could see it from the back. “Well, what do you think sugarpie?”

“It’s great. Better than great, it’s perfect! Thanks!”

“Hey, it’s what I do. And can I just say that you look fabulous!” Fernando flashed him a megawatt smile.

“Yea, I do, don’t I?” Dean grinned at his reflection. “Yo Sammy! You done?”

“We’re almost finished!” Stephanie called. She turned to Sam. “You can open your eyes.”

Sam cracked an eye open and gaped at his reflection. She’d cut it so short it was practically a buzz cut, flattened against his head.

Dean leaned in close. “You gonna cry Sam?”

“You know something Dean? I just might.”

“Do you like it?” Stephanie asked anxiously.

“I…I…” Sam couldn’t get the words out.

“He loves it!” Dean said, slapping Sam on the back. “Let’s pay and get out of here. Thanks again Fernando!”

“Anytime sweetie!”

They paid for the haircuts, or in Sam’s case, hair butchery, and headed back out to the car.

“You feelin’ a draft Sam?”

“Shut up Dean.”

“Cause ya know, I figured, being practically bald now, you’d be feeling that cool air more than you did before, and…”

“Shut up Dean!”

“Ok, ok, chill. Look on the bright side. At least we won’t need to come back for a long time.”

A/N: Hope you liked it! As always, let me know, and give me ideas! Thank you!!