"No, Damn it!"
"Watch your mouth, Sammy!"
"You and daddy say worser things!"
"We're grown-ups. And they're grown-up words. You can't repeat them."
"Let me go!"
"Stop... struggling...!"
Sam was the youngest, true (and shortest and weakest...), but he wasn't defensless.
Using one of most recent moves his father had taught him, he gave his brother the slip and jumped out of his reach. Dean stumbled and nearly fell down. He turned his angry eyes to his running brother who had somehow gotten to their bed already.
"Sammy." He growled. He knew better than to run after his little brother with those big scissors in his hand.
"I don't want you to cut my hair ever again, Dean!" Sam shouted covering his hair with both arms.
"You think I want to?! It's school regulation,you baby!" Shouted back Dean frustrated. "You don't want to be suspended now, do you?!"
"I'm not a baby! And the last time you cut my hair everybody laughed at me! We can wait for Dad!"
A tiny bit of guilt stopped Dean from carrying on with the shouting contest. He sighed.
"We really can't, Sammy," he said. "Your teacher already threatened with calling Dad if you don't go with your hair short by tomorrow..."
"But, Deeeeeaan... why can't we go to a hairdresser or to a barber shop or something?"
"We don't have the money." Blurted out Dean grabbing the scissors thigtly. He usually spared Sam that kind of knowledge, but he was tired of trying to convince him.
"I won't let you touch my hair." Said Sam resolved after a short pause.
"Don't make me tie you, little man." Smirked Dean annoyed.
"You wouldn't." Sam tenssed up searching his brother's eyes to see if it was a bluff or if he was in immediate danger.
"Noooooooo! Deeeeean!"
"Please, Doooon't!"
"Heeeeeeelp"
"Nooooooo!"