December 24th 1989
"And if you smell sulphur or rotten eggs?" John questioned filling a duffel bag with fire arms.
"Take Sammy into the bathroom, lock the door behind us, with a line of salt, waiting for the safe word" Dean finished.
"Good boy" John smiled running his hand through dean's hair. "You need a cut..." he sighed slipping his boots on.
Dean grimaced at the thought of another one of dad's 'hair cuts', he couldn't bare the embarrassment of it, he decided he would try and cut it himself when John was out, not like it would be any trouble, John would be gone for hours on end even the whole night but would always send around a family friend if it were more than an entire day.
"Alright boys, I'm off, phone numbers are by the phone, leave the bible on the bed if there is any trouble for when I get home" he ordered racing around for any last minute requirements. He kissed his boys good-bye and locked the door behind him.
Dean grabbed a pair of scissors, and headed for the small bathroom, closing the door, he studied his hair in the mirror, he took the scissors to his hair and cut off a few locks, so far so good, he cut a little too much off the top on the right leaving an uneven patch, he pushed it up a little, creating a lift, he liked this, and was very pleased with himself.
The bathroom door pushed open and Sam peered in, he spotted the hair on the floor and gasped.
"Do you like it Sammy?" Dean asked still checking out his new do.
"Why don't you have your hair like me?" Sam wondered tilting his head.
"Your hair is too long, like a chick!" Dean teased.
"NO!" Sam argued puffing out his chest, whenever Sam didn't get his way he puffed out his chest and pulled a sour face.
Dean laughed, jumping down to clean up all the hair, making sure not to leave a single strand behind.
"It looks stupid" Sam gruffed.
"You're just jealous." Dean taunted sticking out his tongue.
Sam was jealous, he hated his hair (ever since dean said it looked girly) he wanted a hair cut too, just like Dean's. Dean had only left Sam for a few minutes before he noticed a curly lock of brown hair on the floor, his gaze followed up a stool with Sam standing on it, scissors in hand, and an unmissable gap in Sams bangs.
"Sammy!" Dean shouted.
Sam dropped the scissors frightened almost tipping over the chair.
"What?" he shrieked confused.
"You idiot!" dean exclaimed.
What was he going to do, their dad would know that both their had been cut, and Dean would be in trouble for trying to be a 'hot shot'. Dean grabbed a comb and brushed at Sam's hair desperately trying to comb it over and cover the gap. It helped a little, but you could still tell, frustrated, Dean told Sam to just sit down.
"I'm sorry Dean" Sam apologised
Dean sighed and sat down to watch T.V next to Sam.
"Never mind Sammy" he smiled weakly, scrubbing his face with his hand.
Sam didn't understand why he did this, he had seen dad do it, maybe Dean was just trying to be like him, was he trying to remove his mistake?
Sam scrubbed his small, chubby hands over his face slowly, stopping them over his eyes and peeking through his fingers, Dean chuckled and opened Sam's hands, revealing his scrunched up face,
"BOO!" Dean burst, tickling Sam in his ribs causing him to spill out into laughter and pleads for mercy, Sam escaped jumping to his feet then springing onto the couch
"No Dean!" Sam laughed, treading with caution.
He leaped onto Deans' back taking him to the ground, wrestling and laughing in a heap on the floor.
"Okay, time out, time out!" Sam puffed, coming to his feet.
Just then Sam's stomach growled. He clutched at it frowning down at Dean.
Dean smirked "C'mon Sammy, let's get something to eat" jumping to his feet he made his way into the kitchen area, pulling out a pot he sat it on the hot plate, he then grabbed a tin can of spaghetti and poured it in, stirring it every now and again.
After they ate, Dean put Sam to bed.
"Santa's not coming... is he?" Sam pouted lying in bed across from Dean.
"I don't know Sammy" Dean confessed.
"Is it because I cut my hair?" Sam pondered.
"No stupid" Dean scoffed, shifting in his bed.
Sam looked down, blinking his tears away.
"Baby..." Dean rolled his eyes.
"Am not!" Sam protested.
"Then stop crying over some fat dude in a red suit! He's evil ya' know, he'll bring you a big. Scary. Clown" Dean warned.
Sam scowled and hid under his sheets, "Don't talk shit!" Sam yelled muffling out.
"Sam!" Dean shouted, displeased with his younger sibling.