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Joined: 24-January 06
I know, my titles are lame.
Cut the Joke
Sam Winchester looked in the window of the barbers shop. The small place was crowded, and all the seats were occupied. His eyes fell to the clomps of hair, falling to the floor. God, he didn't want to do this. Stupid dare. He knew if he didn't, his brother would not let him live this down, and he'd have to pay the price. Shivering from what he'd have to do, Sam took a deep breath and walked toward the door. The sign on the front said open, but he wished to god it said close. That way, he could have gone back, telling him the truth, but then, Dean would have got on him, saying he was too chicken. Opening the door, Sam got a big whiff of heavy cologne, strong hairspray and conditioner. Each scent tingled his noise, as he made his way into the place. A sign to his left said No Smoking and he chuckled. The shelves were decked out in every single body accessory and before he knew it, Sam was in front of a white counter, greeted by a young petite blonde. The woman looked to be in her early 20s, with short blond hair, and crystal blue eyes. She was sporting a white tee, with black dress pants, resting just below her knees. She smiled cheerfully at him. “Good morning Sir, can I help you?”
Sam smiled at her, as he glanced around. God, he couldn’t remember when he last got a hair cut. Clearly his throat, he looked back to the girl. “I’m here for a hair cut.”
She pulled the pen out of a navy blue mug and turned the clipboard toward her. “And, what would you like?”
Sam titled his hand. “Uhhh…..” he paused when he heard his brother’s voice. ‘Remember Sammy, get it all shaved.’
He gulped, wiping his sweaty hands on his jeans. Sam looked to all the barbers and his heart ran a mile a minute as soon as the razors turned on. Some were using scissors, along with their other fancy tools. He licked his lips and pulled at his color, feeling over heated. More clumps of hair fell to the floor and Sam swore he could hear each clump drop. He directed his attention back to the girl and found her chuckling over how nervous he was. His legs felt like paper weights as sweat rolled down his forehead.
“Is this your first time?”
“No.” Sam answered, rather to fast for his liking. God, he was so nervous and he was making it visible to others. He grinned sheepishly at her and his eyes darted to the clock, listening to every tick it made, as the hands moved clockwise. He watched the shorter one over lapse the longer one, when the woman snapped him out of it.
“Do you need to sit down?
He met her eyes and shook his head, backing up. “I’m sorry.” He apologized, before turning.
She stared after him, as the Winchester left the building. Shaking her head, she looked to everyone and smiled at the next person in line.
Once outside, Sam glanced back in through the window at all the people. He couldn’t do it. There was just no way. He likes his hair the way it is. Sam rubbed his sweaty palms against his jeans and looked over to the impala, while pulling the keys from his jacket. Clapping from behind startled him. He turned and saw his brother come around the corner of the alley, laughing hysterically. “Dude.” Dean continued. “That was awesome. You should have seen your face.”
Sam stared at him and clenched his jaw. “You did this. Dean, I was…….”He rolled his eyes and blew out from his nostrils. “You’re a jerk!” he yelled, finding his words. He knew how much his brother liked pulling these pranks on him, but this one was….
Dean held his hand to his mouth and smirked. “Wait, you thought I was serious?” He eyed him carefully and let out a loud cackle. “Sammy, I don’t think a hair cut could get you laid, even if you tried.” He spoked, truthfully, taking the keys from his brother’s hand,
Sam gritted his teeth and watched his brother with harsh eyes. He looked to the impala and grinned, forgetting the whole thing ever happened. He’d get him back. Walking over to the passenger door, he opened it and got in, as Dean got in his side. “Come on Sam, stop moping already.” Dean said, before pulling out into traffic.
“I’m not.” Sam assured him, grinning from ear to ear.