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Dean peeked around the corner and down the hallway. It was empty. Too empty. He narrowed his eyes and scanned the two connecting hallways for any hint of his brother's presence. Sam had decided he needed a haircut two days ago, and Dean had avoided him successfully so far. It wasn't that he didn't want to get his hair trimmed a little, he just didn't want Sammy to do it. More than anything, he just liked having the opportunity to piss his little brother off by walking around with a quickly growing mop of hair; it gave him ample ammunition for teasing Sam about his own flowing locks that Dean had tried to shear off more than once.

Cas' hair was getting pretty unruly too. If truth be told, all three of them were beginning to look like hermits, or Sasquatch in Sam's case. The three of them had been cooped up in the headquarters for a couple weeks again as Sam began to feel worse and the demons had started closing in on them. Except for letting Bildad out to do his business, none of them saw much of the outside world and their appearance had started reflecting how they all began to deteriorate into your average bachelors that were terrible at taking care of themselves.

Dean didn't hear anything coming from behind him or ahead of him, so he took a couple tentative steps toward the intersection of the four main hallways. The second he was about to make a dash for his room, he heard a few quick footsteps and then he was flying through the air. He felt the air rush out of his lungs as he hit the floor and then groaned when the weight of his giant brother landed on top of him.

"What the fuck, Sam!"

"I told you I still got it. You couldn't hear me at all, could you?" Sam said as he stood back up and offered Dean a hand. Dean slapped it away and stood up on his own. Sam shrugged and grinned, "Now about that haircut."

Dean shook his head as he took a large step away from Sam, "Nope. Not happening."

"Dude, you're starting to look like the guy from Cast Away."

Dean scoffed and jerked his head toward Sam, "You're one to talk."

Cas walked into the hall with his eyes trained on his coffee, most likely hoping to avoid the conversation he had stumbled upon. Sam looked up at him and said, "And you!" Cas' head jerked up at that, glaring at Sam. "You're not helping. Tell him to cut his hair. And you both need to trim those scraggly beards."

"You leave Cas' peach fuzz out of this," Dean threatened.

Cas sighed with exasperation, "Don't we have more important things to worry about?"

"Not while we're stuck in here again," Sam said to Cas with a frustrated look. Cas sighed again and scooted past him in Dean's house slippers that he had swiped that morning when the human hadn't been looking. Dean humphed and nodded, turning to follow Cas back toward their room. He knew he had won this round with Sam, and he smiled smugly to himself as he thought about how feral the three of them must really look like at the moment.

...

Cas leaned against the counter in the kitchen, one hand grasping a fresh cup of coffee and the other absently rubbing the beard that was starting to spread across his face. At first the scruff have been annoying, but after awhile he had grown attached to it. He took a sip of his coffee and looked up when he heard someone enter the kitchen.

"Hello, Sam," he said with a smile. Sam grunted at him and shook his head at the disheveled look Cas now sported thanks to Dean. He grabbed a mug and poured himself a cup of coffee, all the while muttering under his breath about the stubbornness he has to deal with on a daily basis. Sam sighed and leaned against the counter a few feet away from Cas and sipped his coffee.

He cleared his throat. "You know, a haircut would really do both of you good."

Cas tilted his head and smiled, "Why does it bother you so much, Sam?"

Sam shrugged, "I don't know. It just doesn't fit. Dean doesn't let himself go. And a scruffy angel?" He shrugged again and focused his attention on his cup of coffee.

"Maybe we both just like the idea of taking it easy. I usually work very hard to keep Jimmy's old appearance, but I think I like this," Cas said as he absently brushed his hand over his beard again. Sam scoffed and shook his head at the angel. As Cas opened his mouth to say something more he was cut off by the bark of Bildad as he ran into the kitchen right before Dean. He shuffled into the room with his robe wrapped around himself, his hair in disarray and a brown and ginger beard spreading across his face. Bildad walked slowly in front of him, his head hanging low as if they were both suffering from a hangover. The old lad stopped in front of Dean abruptly and he tripped over him in his half-awake state. "Dammit, Billy!"

Bildad scooted forward and went to hide behind Cas' legs as if he'd just eaten Dean's favorite shirt. Dean's head snapped up and he grunted at Sam and Cas as he walked past them, poured himself a cup of coffee and downed it in a few gulps. While his back was turned, Sam cleared his throat and glared at Cas. Cas' eyebrows travelled up into his hairline and looked at Sam innocently. Sam glared even more and nodded toward Dean who was now leaning dangerously far into the fridge with Bildad trying to sneak his way around Dean's legs.

Cas cleared his throat. "Dean." Dean humphed in response as he kept rummaging around for something to eat. "Sam thinks we should clean ourselves up."

Dean backed away from the fridge, straightened his back and turned around to face his brother and his angel. "Oh, really? I wouldn't have guessed." He rolled his eyes and leaned against the fridge, which was still hanging open- Bildad's head was wedged between Dean's leg and the door looking for anything accessible to him.

"Seriously, Dean. What if we get a case and we go out with you two looking like this? No one is gonna believe we're from any department of any office or bureau anywhere."

Dean shrugged and carded his hand through his abnormally long hair; there were strands of hair that were starting to droop over his forehead like bangs. "So? I like my beard. It keeps my face warm."

"Dean. It's almost summer."

"Meh," said Dean with a noncommittal shrug. Cas looked back and forth between Dean and Sam like the audience at a tennis match: jerking his head from left to right and back, in complete silence, waiting to see what would happen next. Sam sighed and shook his head again. Cas noted that Sam seemed to be doing that a lot lately. Dean returned his attention to the fridge for another moment and then nudged Bildad's face back with his leg and closed the fridge door. When he turned, Cas and Sam could see a beer in each hand and his robe pockets were both heavy with unseen snacks. He started shuffling out of the room with Bildad close behind when Sam frowned and said, "Dean, you okay?"

Dean stopped in his tracks and both he and Bildad turned to look at Sam and Cas leaning against the counter. He glared at Sam as he popped open one of the beers in his hand, "I'm fine, Sam. I'm just having a rough couple weeks. Aren't I allowed that?" With that he walked out of the kitchen, the only sound in the room after he left was the sound of the coffee maker gurgling as it finished brewing.

"I don't think he's okay," Cas said needlessly a few moments later. Sam scoffed again and poured himself another cup of coffee. "What can I do to make him better?" Cas' brow was furrowed as he tried to think of a solution and said more to himself than to Sam, "Maybe one of those magazines he likes so much?"

Sam coughed as he inhaled some of his coffee and pounded on his chest as he tried to force the hot liquid down. He chuckled a little and said, "Sure Cas, why don't you try that and tell me how it works out?" Sam pushed away from the counter and made for the doorway to the dining room.

"Do you have any ideas?" Cas asked before Sam could leave. Sam turned and shrugged. Suddenly his face lit up and his eyes gained a mischievous glint. He looked at Cas and said, "Yes. Yes I do."

...

Dean woke up with Bildad snoring on his chest, his snout just a few inches away from his head. He groaned and pushed the dog's face away from his, abruptly waking the dog. Bildad humphed and jumped down off the bed, quickly resettling himself on the dog bed Dean bought for him a few weeks ago. Dean sat up in bed and raised an eyebrow when he noticed that Bildad kept staring at him from his bed. "What? I got something on my face?" Bildad whined in response. He shook his head and rubbed his hands over his face and froze, his hands still over his face. Dean felt around his chin, too smooth, and then moved up to where his sideburns were, they were thinner too. He hands shot up to his hair and felt the familiar, very short, spiky style he had before he stopped cutting it a few months ago.

"No." Bildad's head rose at the word and watched Dean as he threw off the covers. Running to the mirror, Dean gripped the edge of it with one hand and his face with the other. He gaped into the mirror; no bangs, the beard was completely gone and his sideburns had been tamed. "Son of a bitch!"

Bildad barked at the sudden outburst and Dean whirled around to face the old lab, "Thanks for the warning, mutt."

The door opened slowly and Dean turned to the face the noise. Cas peeked into the room, although he avoided making eye contact with Dean. Although he tried hard to hide it, Dean could see a small smirk spread across the angel's freshly shaved face. He growled and rushed toward Cas, who moved into the room and shut the door in one swift movement before Dean reached him. Dean backed him against the wall and leaned his hands against the wall next to each of Cas' shoulders.

"What happened to my face?" Dean almost growled. Cas stared at him with a defiant glint in his eyes.

"We thought it was time."

"Oh, did you? And you didn't think you should ask before you shaved my face in my sleep?"

"It was Sam's idea," Cas said defensively, "And you were so down! It seemed like the easiest way to get you to snap out of it." Cas looked down at his feet as he finished and didn't look back up. Dean sighed and backed away from the wall, whining, "Man, I really liked that beard." He rubbed his smooth face again and grabbed his robe. Dean flung the door open and walked out of the room. Cas leaned against the wall and looked up when Bildad barked at him from his bed.

"I'm not sure which mood I prefer, either." He smirked at the dog's response: a small tilt of his head that made his ears flop on the sides of his face.

A shout from down the hall caught both of their attention and they rushed out of the room in search of Dean. Cas whirled around the corner that led to Sam's room. At the end of the hall, Dean was chasing Sam back toward his little brother's room with what looked like a pair of electric clippers in his hand.

"Get back here!" Dean yelled at his brother's back.

"In your dreams, Dean!" Sam shouted as he bounded through his door. Dean turned a little too quickly into the door, slammed into the side and Bildad took off down the hallway to catch up with the excitement. Cas quickly followed after the old lab and skidded to a stop in the doorframe. Sam and Dean were wrestling on the edge of the bed as Dean tried to make a grab for Sam's long locks. Bildad barked at them from a few feet away but went unnoticed since Dean was too busy shouting about how it was Sam's turn for a haircut. Sam rolled and tried to pull himself free; he was bigger than Dean but his big brother could still hold him down if he needed. Dean lurched forward as Sam tried to get away and ended up overshooting and landed face first on the floor.

Fed up with their behavior, Cas shouted, "Enough!" Bildad's barking was silenced and both Dean and Sam whipped their heads around to stare at him.

Dean defended himself immediately, "He started it when he decided my hair was the family hair!"

"Hey!" Sam shot him a look.

"I don't care! You two are grown men. Now act like it." Cas glared at them for effect and then walked away, whistling for Bildad to follow. Dean watched as he walked out of their view and humphed as he sat up; the electric clippers forgotten after it they were tossed somewhere when he fell. Sam sat up and moved a few feet away from Dean, expecting another attempt at his hair but relaxed a little as Dean made for the door. Dean smirked as he saw Sam tense and relax out of the corner of his eye. He stopped in the doorway and looked back at Sam, "Hey Sammy. Remember when I put Nair in your shampoo?"

Sam winced a little at the memory. Of course he remembered that humiliating experience. Dean's smirk grew a little wider and said, "I'd watch out if I were you." He left the room with a triumphant pep to his steps that said he was back to normal, even if it was at the cost of Sam fearing his shampoo and toothpaste for the next week.

It's almost the end of the quarter for me so it may be a little while before I can update again. Until next time!