All That Could Be

Out Of Spite

Supernatural fanfic

"OK (y/n) we will be back in 3 days. Don't drink all my beer!" Dean yells over his shoulder as he caries his duffel out to the Impala. The door slams behind him. You role your eyes and flop back down on the couch.

You were miffed that the brothers wouldn't let you go on any hunts. Not since you almost got hurt a month ago. You had sprains your ankle. Then killed two vamps and dragged a semi conscious Sammy to the Impala. But that's not important. Its only important that you got hurt. You obviously can't take care of your self.

This time you didn't even bother asking to go. They would have said "its too dangerous" or " there's some research we need done here" or some other pathetic excuse. Instead of off hunting with your two best friends. You get to sit in front of the TV And sulk. Fiddling with your hair and maybe baking. Like a pathetic...pathetic person! You groan indulging yourself in a Mini tantrum and face plant into the armrest.

That's when the idea hits you. You jump off the couch and race to the old clunker of a pickup that is left for you. You speed to the nearest town.

After driving around a bit you finally find a hair salon. Never having been in a salon before you have nothing to compare this dump to. The paint has all pealed off the out side. The windows are sagging and the sign is illegible. You open the door and the tiny flame of hope you had harbored about the decency of this place is rudely extinguished.

"How my I help you" a six foot tall woman wearing at least six inch heals a lacy black top and some fabulous skinny jeans asks. You can practically smell her judging you for the pajamas you are now regretting not changing out of this morning.

You take a deep breath to steady your nerves and blurt out " I want you to make my hair as memorably unforgettable as possible!"

Her eyes light up as she drags you over to a chair. She is practically crying tears of joy when she tells you to pick three colors off the ring. The ring has about fifty bundles of hair all dyed different colors. You pick your two favorite florescent colors and black. She then proceeded to tell you her plan while shampooing your waist length hair.

"So I haven't seen you around town." She starts trying to make conversation.

"I'm newish. We Don't really live in town. I live with the Winchesters. I moved in with them about a year ago."

"Wow a year!... The Winchesters, are they the two hunks who live way out in the middle of no where?" You nearly choke trying not to laugh or gag at the dreamy look in her eyes. " you lucky girl" you jerk and gag violently loosing the fight to hold your tongue.

" NONONo! Its definitely not like that! They are practically my brothers!"

" so you're after the trench coat wearing devil with the killer blue eyes?"

"Cas? No he sweet and all but we are just friends and every one is happy that way. Plus he is kinda spoken for." She looks visibly disappointed at that last part.

" then who is all this memorable hair business for?" She asks puzzled.

"Well that's a long story."

" this is a long posses." She raises an eye brow at you in the mirror. You vent at her about the brothers and there over protectiveness for about an hour.

"OK sweet heart we...are...done!" She exclaims revealing your new hair do. You have shoulder length hair framing you face. Then on the left you hair is cropped short. Only an inch or two long. Then on the right she left it waist length. It is black with steaks of the other colors threw it.