"... Just a little off, Brie. Damn." Sam was sitting in his bathroom, shirtless, while Brielle cut his damp hair.
"Relax, would you? I used to do this all the time in school and I can't seem to recall all the complaining." Her teasing tone made Sam grin. She snipped all the ends off and tilted his chin up to check the evenness of the sides. "Where's that clipper?"
"In the bottom drawer."
Brielle found it and plugged it in before pushing his head forward a bit so she could clean up his neckline. "Sam, I missed this."
He knew what she meant. "The normalcy."
"Yeah. This makes me think about all those times when life was so much less complicated."
Sam smiled sadly when she finished and shut off the clipper, setting it down on the counter so she could inspect her work. "I missed you, Brie. I wish I would've called you sooner." He felt her brush off his bare shoulders.
"I think when people are meant to be in your life," She moved in front of him, meeting his hazel eyes. "They always gravitate back to you, no matter how far they wander." That earned her a smile. "Love you Sammy."
"I love you too."
"Ahem." Dean was standing in the bathroom doorway, neither of them noticing him until he'd cleared his throat. "He let you touch his hair?"
Brielle grinned as Sam rose, brushing the itchy clippings off his shoulders. "Yeah, I always cut his hair when we were in school."
"I'm getting a shower." Sam started to unbuckle his jeans. "I'll sweep up this mess." Pause. "Thanks Brie."
"My pleasure." She turned to leave and Dean spoke.
"You have any time for another appointment?"
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And that's how she wound up in Dean's bathroom to cut his hair. The brunette watched Dean drag a folding wooden chair into his bathroom. "So... you're not gonna make me bald or anything right?" The relationship between them was different; she was Sam's friend for years before he'd introduced her to Dean. The older man, of course, thought she was just some nerdy college buddy of his brother's. They'd butted heads a bit a first until they settled into a friendship involving playful banter and at times, awkward flirting.
"Maybe." The brunette was looking at the clipper attachments, deciding on one. Dean stripped off his flannel shirt and tshirt and her eyes moved to him, taking in the hard lines of his back as he moved to hang them on the hook in the bathroom. She averted her eyes when he turned to face her. "Go ahead and sit."
Dean did so, wearing only his jeans and belt. His green eyes watched as Brielle moved closer to him after sitting the clipper on the sink. Her hands moved to touch his hair, eyeing the length. His eyes were on her face, although her chest was eye level with him. "I'm thinking maybe a three on the sides and maybe a six on top." She murmured, more to herself than him.
Brielle moved around him as she buzzed the sides and the back first, then spoke softly. "Tilt your head forward for me." He did so and he felt her trimming his neckline carefully, then blowing the fine hairs off, giving him chills. Dean felt her brush off his shoulders with her warm hand. "Okay." He heard her snapping the other attachment on the clipper and Brielle stepped back in front of him, her hand moving to his chin, tilting his face back up.
He watched her bite her lip in concentration as her free hand ran through his hair after she buzzed the clipper through it, liking the length. Brielle moved from left to right, straddling one bow leg, then the other as she worked. Dean's hands suddenly itched to grip her thighs and pull her onto his lap.
"You have scissors in here? I wanna trim around your ears." Brielle's voice was soft as she moved back when he patted her hip, getting up to look in his medicine cabinet. Dean found them and closed the mirror, catching her staring at him in the reflection.
Wordlessly, he handed them to her and took his seat again. Brielle set the clipper down on the sink and moved in front of him again. She was close to him, tilting his chin up again, her hand on his face. Dean felt her trimming the fine hairs around his left ear, careful not to nick him.
Brielle's eyes met his for just a second, seeing his watchful gaze locked on her, giving her goosebumps. She blushed a bit, then shifted his face towards the left so she could trim around his right ear. His eyes moved up her body and back to her face when she moved back a bit.
Wordlessly, Brielle handed the scissors to Dean, her hands moving to his silky hair to check her work. His eyes closed at the feeling of her hands in his hair, his mind elsewhere. Brielle saw his green eyes flutter closed at her actions and his pouty lips parted slightly. She froze at the sight of him in front of her, shirtless, eyes closed and her hands in his hair.
"Looks good." She managed softly and his tongue snaked out to wet his lips before she pulled back, his eyes on hers again.
"Thanks, sweetheart." Dean's voice was an octave lower than it had been ten minutes ago. She reluctantly slid her hands from his hair and busied herself with pulling the clipper attachements off and putting his scissors back when he'd found them. Brielle could feel his eyes on her as she did so. "Looks good." She swore she chould feel the heat radiating off his body as he stepped up behind her to look in the mirror at her work. He spoke again and her brown eyes met his in the mirror.
"You're welcome." A beat passed. "I'm gonna go so you can shower and get that hair off you."
Dean nodded, his gaze making her feel things she shouldn't. He watched her go, his bathroom door closing behind her softly.
