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The Haircut
Sam and Dean Winchester walked into the hair salon in Westchester, Dean obnoxiously dragging on a cigarette to the annoyance of everyone in the room.
Sam turned to the receptionist, pointed at Dean and said "He needs a trim. Anyone open for right now?"
She looked back at the stylists and saw an open chair "Chris, you open for a trim?"
A thin, snippy looking man looked up and scanned his potential customer. "Sure, why not? Send 'em back."
Sam took Dean by his elbow and led him to the back of the shop, Dean tugging all the way. At the end of their walk Sam pushed him down into the chair.
The hair dresser raised his eyes from the combs he was cleaning in disinfectant and looked at Dean's cigarette and then glanced at Sam.
"Is he yours?"
"Yes, he is." Sam responded. Dean twitched and moved to get up but Sam put him back down into the seat with a big hand on Dean's shoulder, holding him in place.
"Can you control him?" the blue-eyed blonde asked.
"Only as far as I can throw him; he's the original bossy bottom," answered Sam.
"Well, tell him to dump the butt and behave." The hair dresser ran his eyes over Dean, assessing him and then addressed Dean directly, "What needs to be done?"
"Why don't you ask Mr. Pushy here?" Dean snarled. "He's the one who dragged me in here and stuck my ass in the chair. Shootin' his mouth off."
Chris laughed, "Aren't you just the charmer? Sit up straight, get rid of the butt and let me work. You boyfriend is just letting us know exactly where we all stand. "
"Or lay," he murmured.
As Chris stood up he put his hand on Dean's upper thigh, as if to help himself get up. It took only a second before his hand was smacked away by Sam.
"Keep it professional," Sam growled. "No hands where they don't belong. I told you he's mine and I don't share. Just cut his damn hair."