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Sam Imagine

"Sammy seriously, just let me cut it. You look like you're supposed to be in a shampoo commercial." Dean said to his brother. "Shut up Dean. My hair is fine the way it is." Sam clapped back almost defensively.

Dean raised his hands in surrender, "Alright, fine I'll leave you and your mane alone." He said leaving the table to grab a beer.

Sam looked at him walk away, and he shook his head. He ran a hand through his hair wondering if maybe his brother was right.

"Hey, I'm sure if you ask (y/n), she'll gladly cut it for-" Dean was cut off as he walked in. Sam glared at him, and Dean chuckled.

Sam grabbed the books he was reading and walked to your room. He just heard Dean chuckle as he walked away.

Sam had begun to have doubts about not cutting his hair. Maybe you didn't like it, maybe you just tolerated it for his sake.

No, you wouldn't ever do that to him he thought.

He stopped outside the door which was surprisingly open. You usually liked to have it closed so this was odd but he shrugged it off.

"Hey, babe, what're you doing?" Your voice cut through his thoughts and brought a smile to his face.

"Just wanted to come be with you for a bit. I brought some books, maybe you could help me go through them?" Sam sweetly stated.

A broad smile spread across your lips. "I would love to. Now come over here." You made grabby hands towards your boyfriend.

Sam walked towards you and set the books down in front of you. He sat with you, and you looked at him once again making grubby hands. He chuckled and maneuvered so he leaned back against your chest. You let out a content sigh. Your back was against the headboard and your hands immediately went to his hair.

He opened the book he was reading and planted it in a way so that you could see it as well. Sam's smile dropped a bit when those thoughts slipped into his mind again and he became slightly insecure.

You noticed his mood changed and you frowned. Reaching over his shoulders you closed the book and set it aside.

You nuzzled your face into the crook of his neck, his soft hair tickling your face. It made you giggle a bit.

"What's wrong my love?" You asked softly. He sighed at the feeling of your warm breath across his skin.

Your hand reached up once again to play with his hair.

"Do you think I should cut my hair?" He asked disheartened. You lifted your head and angled his head so he could look at you. Confusion was written across your features.

"Why in all of hell would you ask me that Sammy?" Your voice had an incredulous tone.

He looked away a bit embarrassed.

"Dean was just saying-" you cut him off with a huff.

"Of course, Dean would say something. Sammy, don't listen to him." You told your boyfriend.

He looked at you once again with his puppy dog eyes. Your heart ached a bit.

"I didn't think it was that bad..." he trailed off.

You brushed your thumb along his cheek. "Sam, your hair is one of my favorite things about you. It's something that stands out about you. Plus it gives me something to hold onto." You winked at your boyfriend.

His cheeks flushed and he let out a small chuckle.

He shifted his body so he was sitting up. You bent your knees a bit, and he took a hold of your ankles and pulled you down onto the bed. Your head now resting on the pillow. You chuckled at his actions and reached out to grab his hands. You tugged on his hands and he smiled before lying down on his stomach. When he lay down his head was against your stomach. His hands were under your shirt gently resting over your ribs. You smiled at the feeling and ran your fingers through his hair. Picking up the soft strands and making little braids here and there.

He smiled against your skin where the shirt had risen, and you eventually felt his breathing even out. He fell asleep and you continued to play with his hair until you fell asleep too, reminding yourself to kick Dean's ass tomorrow.