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02| he cuts your hair

HE CUTS YOUR HAIR
Guess which bitch is getting her results in like 8 hours. It's 1am in England and I'm shitting myself that I've done bad on my exams :))) Great anyway Enjoy!

˗ˏˋDean ˎˊ˗

"Okay Dean be careful and just cut the gum out, don't cut anything else," you warned nervously as Dean took the gum-filled piece of hair in between his fingers.

Although Dean was very skilled with sharp items you couldn't help but feel very anxious, it's your hair! You loved your hair so much and if Dean ruins it he knows for the fact that he would be sleeping with his eyes open.

"Alright, alright (Y/N) calm down and let me concentrate." You glanced up to see him studying the piece of gum as Dean carefully with his tongue stuck out slightly, you chuckled and went back to waiting.

Finally, you felt a change in pressure on your head and looked up to see Dean holding a fairly small piece of hair with the gum. "There we go! All better! See robin, there was no need to worry... I'm a natural!" he stated with a proud stance.

"Yes, babe. You're a natural," you laughed, standing up and kissing him.

"Man," Dean dramatically drawled out, "I could have some good old pie now, for a reward."

˗ˏˋSam ˎˊ˗

"Alright, so how much am I cutting?" Sam asked, examining the matted area.

You had had a small accident on your bike and got a cut on the back of your head. It was nothing serious, but the blood had matted a small patch of hair. Sam had freaked out for a solid fifteen minutes before you calmed him down.

"Just cut the hair that had visible blood on it. Whatever you don't get I can wash out." He nodded and began the work.

"You doing okay?" he asked occasionally.  You chuckled at his concern, but reassured him that he was doing fine. Finally after about fifteen minutes, he was finished. "All done!" he announced.

"Thanks babe," you said and turned around to give him a quick hug. You used your hand to feel the thinner area. "I can cover it up until it grows back."

"But you still look beautiful as always," he complimented, making you blush. He chuckled before giving you a kiss and rubbing the bump on your head.

˗ˏˋCastiel ˎˊ˗

"I can trim it for you," Castiel offered.

You had been complaining about the split ends of your hair and that your hair was growing a bit too long for your liking as you were brushing your hair. You stared at Castiel for a good two minutes through the mirror before spinning on your heels to look at your angel boyfriend.

"What do you know about cutting hair, Cas? I mean you hardly know how to work a hairdryer let alone cut someones hair." You looked at him in doubt but Castiel gave you a pointed look. You gave in and gave him the scissors, "I will stab you if you fuck up my hair."

"Please tone that foul language down, (Y/N)" As Castiel sits you down and looked at your hair, "How do you think Gabriel gets his hair quite nice?"

"You cut his hair?" You questions as you can hear the snips of the scissors, you looked through the mirror and relaxed, "He does have nice hair."

"Don't mention that to him, " Castiel warned, "I don't need his ego to be boosted."

˗ˏˋGabriel ˎˊ˗

"Gabe stop! You're going to hurt somebody!" You scolded as your boyfriend swung the scissors around.

"Oh don't worry (Y/N), nothing's going to hap..." He stopped talking suddenly, catching your attention.

"What happened Lou, did you cut yourself," you questioned, keeping your back to him. He didn't respond but you could feel the angel shaking his head, "Then what happened?"

You turned around to see Gabriel holding the scissors and a small chunk of hair. Your hair. Gabriel looked at you with a nervous glint shimmering his his eyes that was accompanied with a sheepish smile.

"You didn't," you said, your voice rising a bit.

"It was an accident!" He tried to defend himself, "I'm so sorry... Look putting the scissors down. Not gonna touch them."

You huffed and went to the mirror. Luckily it wasn't noticeable. "You are so lucky I can't tell where it is."

Gabriel gave you a sheepish smile and wrapped his arms around you. "I'm sorry," he coo'ed with a pouted lip. "It's okay... Just listen next time, okay?" He nodded and gave you a gentle kiss.

˗ˏˋBalthazar ˎˊ˗

"It was a dare (Y/N)!" Balthazar explained, following you around the house.

"Bal! You don't cut somebody's hair without their permission! It doesn't matter if you're drunk or not! Thanks to you I look like my head got stuck in a blender!" you yelled back.

Last night, the wine loving angel had come home drunk and while you were sleeping, had cut your hair. He later explained that it was a drunken dare, but that didn't change anything. You blamed both Gabriel and Balthazar for this whole ordeal.

"I'm sorry (Y/N)! I'm so sorry! I have no excuse I should've known better," he said.

You sighed and let yourself calm down a bit. "I accept your apology... but you're paying for the salon!"

He smiled gratefully and nodded vigorously. "Of course, it's the least I can do."

You smiled back and walked over to him. "Just so you know, payback's a bitch," you whispered in his ear before walking past him into the other room, making the angel gulp in fear.

˗ˏˋLucifer ˎˊ˗

"What did you mean you accidentally cut my hair?" You screamed at the feared angel, who flinched at the sudden loudness of your voice.

"It's means your hair is no longer atta-" He replied almost sarcastically before your harden glare stopped him.

"I know what you fucking mean, I mean why did you cut my hair?" You sneered at him, Lucifer slumped his shoulders as he tried to find the correct words to explain his reason, "And please don't say it's some weird fetish of yours."

"Ew no," Lucifer looks half offended and disgusted, "I may have been half drunk and asleep, thought your hair was some weird looking creature and was attacking you while you slept so my first thought was, you know, cut it off you."

You looked at your boyfriend before smacking him, "Fix it!"

"Yeah, about that..." Lucifer chuckled nervously as you looked like you were about to murder him.

"Run."

˗ˏˋCrowley ˎˊ˗

"Crowleyyyy..." you whined as he held the scissors in front of you.

"Oh, come on (Y/N) you promised! And I've told you! My mother told me exactly how to cut hair. I know what I'm doing... Besides! You were telling me just last week how you needed a trim, so please trust me?"

You let out a big sigh. "Ugh! Fine! But if you screw up, you're paying for a hair designer."

He nodded with a cheesy smile on his face and you sat down in front of him. He began cutting and so far it was going pretty well. "Oops!" He joked.

"I swear to the heavens, Crowley..."

"Don't worry, nothing I can't fix." He continued and five minutes later he announced he was finished.

You got up and went to the bathroom to check. "Wow... this is actually pretty good!"

"Did you ever doubt me?" he replied with a cheesy smile.

"Actually, yeah, fully doubted you," you whispered and kissed him as he looked offended, "I mean it's you. You always surprise me."