Supernatural Imagines: Book One

New and Beautiful Change

Characters: Dean x Reader, Sam, Castiel, Minor Characters

Warnings: all fluff

Summary: all your life, you've had long hair. It kept you hidden from the world but it's time to get it cut. After all, you don't need monsters pulling on it. You're just nervous about the boys' reactions.

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Being naturally shy, it was never easy going on hunts. Instead of killing monsters, you'd rather stay in and read. Instead of hooking up with people in bars, you'd rather binge watch your favorite show on Netflix. Being naturally introverted had its perks, but for life as a hunter, it has been hard.

The Winchester brothers were the complete opposite of you. While they were both extroverts and loved socializing, Sam was more like you than Dean was. At least Sam stayed in with you, watched movies, and read with you. Dean would rather go out, drink, talk with other people, and have a good time.

It's why you were so attracted to him. That saying is true: opposites attract and Dean was the complete opposite of you. He's tried many times to get you out of your shell but every effort failed. You just weren't a people person.

Growing up, when you were in school, you tried to stick to the walls, to be unseen and one thing that really helped you hide from others was your long hair. It fell to the top of your ass, which gave you the advantage of hiding behind it. Never being a confident person, you were able to hide your physique behind it too, never really showing yourself off.

In the winter times, it helped in keeping you warm, and in the summer times, all it really did was get in the way. Putting it in a ponytail never helped because it would always get in your face. You couldn't keep it low because you hated things being around your neck; you just felt suffocated. The only other option was putting it high, but that was always problematic when you looked down and it got in your face. It was always frizzy and knotty, but you loved it. You couldn't bear to cut it. You never had the thought.

That all changed when you got into hunting. At first, it was easy since you kept it in tight buns that didn't fall out. However, those hurt when you did them which made you get nasty headaches. As time went on, your hair was used to your disadvantage almost all the time. Monsters would pull on it, yank it out of your roots, strangle you with it when they could, and try to hurt you with it.

It was time to get it cut because you could do your job better. There wouldn't be any more yanking or tugging, no one would be able to use it against you. However, if you got it cut, you wouldn't be able to hide behind it anymore. Living with the Winchesters taught you one thing, never to hide who you are. It didn't matter what you looked like or what you did in your spare time, everyone was the same when it came down to it.

Before hunting, you hated going to social events and talking to people. Now, you would go to bars with the brothers, as long as one of them stayed with you. You were slowly coming out of your shell bit by bit.

Having the haircut you wanted in mind, you secretly left the Bunker to go to your appointment. You were already nervous as it is, you didn't need Sam or Dean sitting in the waiting room, watching you get it cut. They didn't know you were wanting to get it cut for a while so you know when you got home, they would be in for a big surprise.

"Okay darling, what would you like?" the hairstylist asked with a smile.

"I need it all cut off. Like, not boy-short, a cute bob maybe? Like a messy one? I don't know, I don't like getting it cut."

"It's alright. You're in good hands, I will take very good care of you, and I have just the style in mind. Let's get you washed up and then we can get started," she smiled and led you over to the sinks where she would wash your hair. This was always your favorite part when coming to the hair salon. The feel of someone's fingers through your hair always got to you. It felt so relaxing to have it tugged just right. It made you think of Dean and what his fingers would feel like running through your hair.