Just had to write more...thanks a million for the reviews, glad it's making you laugh!
Chapter 2
The Impala shudders to a halt as Dean finds his foot slipping off the gas peddle yet again because apparently, driving with Sam sized clown feet, not so easy. They had located the street where the restaurant was without difficulty, mainly because Sam has always been OCD for details and because Dean remembers spotting a tasty looking bar on the corner. They park up outside the place where the restaurant should be, only it's not. There's a building there which clearly was a restaurant, once.
The windows are part boarded up and the place is derelict. Sam leans against the grime covered glass, cupping his hand over his eyes trying to peer through the murky darkness within. He can see some broken tables and a few turned over chairs but nothing else. He shrugs his shoulders and looks over at Dean. Dean almost laughs because there's a sooty mark on Sam's nose from where he squashed it against the window but then Dean remembers it's his nose. At a complete dead end about what to do next, they admit defeat and clamber back into the Impala to head back to the motel.
A few hours later, after much researching on Sam's part and much less researching on Dean's, Sam nips out to buy food. When he returns, he stands stock still in the doorway momentarily stunned. He drops the bag of food on the floor as he registers Dean sitting at the table with a pair of scissors in his hands no less. "Oh My God!" Sam exclaims.
Dean looks up realising he's been caught in the act and lowers the scissors suddenly besieged by a terrible feeling of guilt. Locks of chestnut hair are scattered at his feet. He kicks at the clippings trying to shove as much as he can under the table and out of Sam's view. "Man, it...it was getting in my eyes" he says feeling like a really shitty brother because Sam had nice hair and now, Sam has nice lopsided bangs which look like they've been attacked with a hedge trimmer.
"My eyes Dean...my eyes and my hair" Sam frowns and stomps into the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind him.
"Oh boy" Dean sighs resting a huge Sam hand over his hair free eyes as he gets up and wanders over to the bathroom door. He taps at it, "Sam?" and yes Dean feels like a really shitty brother, right up until the moment when he hears what sounds worryingly like an electric razor coming to life from behind the bathroom door.
The door opens and Sam is stood there, defiance plastered all over his face. Defiance with perhaps a tinge of remorse beginning to seep in at the edges. Dean sometimes gets a kick out of pretending he doesn't know a lot about things but one thing Dean does know, Dean's goddamn positive about, is that when he went to bed last night he had two eyebrows.
"My eyebrow!" Dean reaches for the scissors again and Sam, not missing a beat, lifts the razor hovering it over Dean's remaining eyebrow and a Winchester standoff ensues.
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By nightfall they've reached a stalemate of sorts and Dean still has one eyebrow and Sam most of his hair. They've also exhausted all the research material they have access to and decide to call Bobby. Sam is still sulking about his hair and Dean is just about bored to tears with looking through dusty old books and desperate for a little action. Seeing as it was his idea to call Bobby, Dean grabs his cell and dials, "Bobby?"
"Hey Sam, how you doing?" Bobby says genuinely pleased to receive a call from the youngest Winchester. Not that Bobby ever gets lonely in that big old empty house of his, nope Bobby's too old and proud for sentiment like that. He has his wreaked cars and stacks of books for company after all, it's just sometimes nice to occasionally share a conversation with something which has a pulse.
"Bobby, I just wanted to tell you what an awesome, handsome and brave big brother I have" Sam's voice says.
"Sam?" Bobby replies more than a tad puzzled and wondering if Sam is drunk or concussed. Knowing Sam, most likely the latter.
There's the sound of scuffling and Bobby rips the phone away from his ear as he hears Sam's voice screech "Sam get offffffffffff". There's a dull thud which Bobby deduces is the cell phone being dropped to the floor and finally there's a loud huffing sound, which surprises him because he didn't know Dean Winchester huffed, and finally he hears the phone being picked up again.
"Bobby? It's Sam." Dean's voice says down the phone line.
"Dean?" Bobby replies, beginning to wish he'd been washing his hair when the phone rang.
"No Bobby it's Sam, I'm stuck inside Dean's body"
If your stomach doing a somersault could make a sound, then that would be what Sam would have heard in response. Bobby is pretty freakin' sure by now that he's changing his phone number the first chance he gets. "Well then" he says to Dean...Sam...whoever, "get your backsides over here, pronto" Bobby slams the phone down and staggers off in search of an aspirin.
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Okay so I guess 3 parts! Next chapter up very soon with some Sam POV as requested. : )