The Conversation about Hair Dye

By: M14Mouse

Summary: Sam knew this was a bad idea. He just knew it. Dean and his stupid ideas. He is going to kill him.

Disclaimer: Don't own them.

"No."

"Come on, dude."

"The answer is still no."

"Come on, Sammy. You are perfect candidate for the job. You looked good as a blond."

"You have more blonde hair then I do."

"Dude, it doesn't mean I should dye my hair. You…you my man…had more blond hair until you hit your Jolly Giant Green phrase."

Sam snorted. This hunt was pretty straight forward. A ghost at new bed and breakfast liked blondes….which now lead into their current conversation. No one can say his life isn't boring.

"It is called puberty. You must have missed it."

"Ouch, dude. I am hurt. Soooo…."

"No."

"Come on, dude. You were all for it when you were four."

He winced that memory rose from his mind. He still wasn't sure how he got a hold of the hair dye. He just remembered it was something he never seen before and it was sticky. Oh, yes…he had red highlights in his hair later. Ten bucks, Dean had something to do with it. His brother always had something to do with it. He probably has pictures hidden somewhere for future blackmail. He glanced over at his brother on the bed, who was mindlessly flipping channels.

"I remember a time that you dye your hair once to impress a girl…what was her name? Sally? Cynthia?"

"Shut up."

"Come on…you looked good with orange hair. I thought it was Halloween."

He smirked when he heard his brother grumbling under his breath. Mysteriously, the channel changed to some random talk show.

Score one for him.

For a brief moment, he relished the silence. Then mentally, he started counting down in Latin…

"Dude?"

See? He knew Dean couldn't leave it alone.

"No."

"Come on, Sammy! Take one for the team."

"No….and I don't see you lining up to do it either."

"What can I say? I have to be the good looking brother."

This was probably a good time to tune out Dean. He loved his brother. Honestly, he does. But sometimes….

"Marie Gaston…wow…she had an ass on her."

He had the train of thought of a goldfish.

"And Janet….damn…"

"Dude…what does this have to do with the hunt?"

"Nothing…just seeing that you were pay attention."

He snorted.

"Why don't we buy a wig?"

"Because that ruin the fun."

At that point, he threw a pillow at his brother.

End

A/N: A little humorous drabble that I had sitting on my computer that I thought I should share. Well…enjoy and review if you wish.