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My 1st SPN Fic
Fandom: SPN
Characters: Sam, Dean
Spoilers: End of Season 3
Rating: G
Summary: Drabble written for
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spnland challenge prompt 'luck'It was just his luck.
Sam can't remember a time when he didn't have to fight with his hair. As a little kid he can remember clumsily brushing long strands out of his eyes. When he was a little older, he can remember arguing with his father when the clippers came out. But as a young teen he finally put his foot down and claimed ownership over the mop on his head. Why? Well because of Dean, of course.
Sam never knew where Dean got it from - Mary most likely. Whenever Sam was upset or scared, Dean was there; carding soothing, callused fingers through his hair and stopping his tears like magic. John would take out the clippers and start to yell, defensive of the argument he knew was coming. And Sam would yell right back. But Dean would simply take his baby brother's hand and sit him down in the bathroom. Picking up the scissors, he would find a happy medium between John's militant buzz cuts and Sam's long curls. And somehow there would always be just enough for Dean to slide his fingers through - for sleepless nights riddled with haunting dreams.
Today Sam finds himself alone in the bathroom. Looking in the mirror, his shoulder length hair mocks him painfully. Three months. His brother has been dead for three months, ripped to shreds in front of him while he cried for mercy. Now, those comforting, callused hands were gone. Every day was a nightmare and there was no one left to help stop his tears.
But that was just his luck.
