It was the end of the world. Dean was completely sure of it. This was it. The very end. He didn't know how to handle this. He could handle demons and spirits and what not, but this? Nuh-uh.
He stared wide-eyed at his reflection in the bathroom mirror. He was horrified. He couldn't believe it. "SAM!!! Sam! Get in here, now!" he bellowed, beyond panic.
Sam rushed through the door breathless and stopped. "What?! What's wrong?"
"Sam...it's awful." Dean whispered and looked up at his baby brother wide-eyed and on the edge. "It's just awful."
"What's awful? Dean, what's wrong?!" Sam asked, clearly worried about his brother.
"I...I have..I have a gray hair. Look! I have a gray hair!" Dean cried and pointed to his head.
Sam stopped, stared, and his mouth dropped. "You're freaking out because of that?!"
"But Sam! I'm not old! I shouldn't have a gray hair! I'M NOT OLD! Sam, we have to go to the store and get some hair dye. I don't want more of these...these things popping up."
"Dean, I don't see a gray hair." Sam sighed and crossed his arms, leaning against the doorframe.
"No! Come over here and look." Dean grabbed Sam's arm and yanked him over forcefully. Sam stumbled to a stop and Dean pointed to a certain spot on his head. Sam rolled his eyes, but looked anyway just to make his brother happy.
"I don't see anything." Sam mumbled, worried about Dean's sanity. Dean pulled on his hair until he found the one he was looking for.
"LOOK!"
Dean yanked on the hair, winced at the sting, and held it up to Sam. Sam sighed and rolled his eyes. "I see it. And you do know that everytime you pull out a gray hair two more grow in it's place. Right?"
If Dean's eyes could get any wider, then they would be considered apples. "Sam! We have to go to the store NOW!!" Dean grabbed Sam by the collar of his shirt and shook him a little. Sam shoved Dean off and walked out of the bathroom.
"Dean, face it. You're 27 going on 28. You're old. You're going to get gray hair eventually." Sam snickered and flopped down on the bed.
Dean followed, his eyes still wide. He fell onto the other bed with an overdramatic sigh. "Sam, the world has ended. My life is over."
"Quit being a drama queen."
"Bitch."
"Jerk."