Supernatural Imagines

Time for Change

You immediately sank to the floor as the bedroom door shut, muffling the brothers' conversation. Every few seconds you would hear a shout of laughter, followed by a short silence. They knew how tired you were from the latest brawl with the supernatural, and they also knew that you were more than capable of wreaking vengeance on those who didn't let you rest when you needed it.

Peeling off sweaty and dirty pieces of clothing almost mechanically, you sighed in content as the hot water in your attached bathroom streamed down your neck and chest. Hadn't you just showered that morning?

You shrugged at the sight of your legs, the hair untamed, by the looks of it, for at least a week. You weren't going to shave them every time you thought you'd get some Sam or Dean. You could hope all you wanted, but they always saw you as a lovable sister. Dating someone who didn't understand the serious nature of monsters and ghosts was a hopeless dream.

Wrapping the plush towel tightly under your armpits (which also had been neglected for quite a length of time), you used your arm to wipe off the fogged mirror in front of the tub. Your hair had been caught on branches and grabbed by creatures all the time, but you loved it so much that you couldn't just carelessly chop it off. It nearly reached your waist now.

Over the sound of the fan, you heard one of the brothers mention your name.

Why not? You finally had concluded. It was so long... It had taken you forever to grow it out. Maybe.... Maybe just to surprise the guys... And so you wouldn't get yanked on by monsters anymore...

Dean always teased you about it. He'd always turn to Sam and say, "I will never let your hair get THAT long."

Gingerly taking the scissors from the desk just outside the bathroom door, you turned them over and over in your palm, the blade glinting and gleaming.

It was time for change.

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You jumped at your reflection, eyes still bleary and mind fuzzy from sleep. You'd forgotten how short your hair was now.

Since you were on the topic of thought, you realized you could've kept it linger, maybe shoulder length, instead of hacking it off less than an inch past your chin. What would the boys say?

To hell with their opinion. The new hair style made you look much older, and maybe now one of them would notice you.

After combing out the tangles and slipping into a clean pair of jeans and a hoodie, you cautiously opened the door to the hallway, which connected to the "kitchen". You spotted Sam right away, slightly envious of his locks, which were longer than yours now.

"Good morning." You mumbled, feeling your cheeks heating up at the image in your mind of the youngest brother reacting negatively to the change.

"'Morning, Y/N. Did you...?" His voice trailed off as he craned his neck back to talk to you directly. The newspaper was set out on the table, and a still steaming mug of coffee was also placed in front of him.

"Did I....?" You replied, pulling your hands out if the pocket of the hoodie to make a wide gesture of "what?".

"Uh.... Did you... Did you sleep well?"

"Fine, thanks." You smiled, ruffled the side of his head, and stepped around him to pour yourself a bowl of cereal.

The approaching steps of Dean sent a shiver of dread down your spine.

"Hey, Sam. Hi, Y/N..." He did the same as Sam when he saw you. Spinning around, you tucked part of your hair behind your ear.

"Heya, Dean."

After a second which felt like an hour, the older brother smirked. "I like it."