Haircut [drabble]
@somewhat-inspirational said: Hey :) can you do a drabble where the reader has half her head shaved, you can use my icon as reference XD and tfw are a lil bit shocked thank you~
This was it. You were going to have to face the boys eventually. You stroked the newly shaven, left side of your head and got the courage to walk out of the bathroom. Sam and Castiel were sitting in the library, the first ones to notice you. Sam eyes widened, and he gave you an awkward smile before calling out for Dean. Cas’s head tilted to the side, as he often did when he didn’t understand something.
Dean emerged from the kitchen, dropping the kitchen knife from his hand the moment he saw you. He had Sam’s look of shock, just a little more warped from bewilderment.
“Uhhh…uh…hmph…” Dean didn’t know what to say, and Sam and Cas just looked at you like you were wearing a bomb they didn’t know how to diffuse.
You let the fuller side of your hair fall in your face, covering up your embarrassment. It seemed like a good idea at first, you wanted change. It seemed like you and the Winchesters were always on the brink of death these days, and you couldn’t do a damn thing about it. You wanted to be in control of something again.
You felt two hands squeeze your shoulder, you looked up to see the older Winchester smiling down at you.
“Sweetheart, why’d you shave your head…why not Sam’s?” Dean was right in front of you, inspecting your new ‘do. His hands grazed the thick stubble, and you couldn’t help to think that he was feeling exactly what you felt whenever you touched the sides of his short hair.
A small giggle escaped from your mouth, his joke making you feeling a little better.
“Dude, it’s not happening!” Sam scoffed back, tired of Dean’s incessant nagging about his hair length. Sam got out of his chair and headed toward the bedrooms, over with the conversation.
He paused and turned back to face you. “I really do like the hair, Y/N.” He gave you a quick wink of reassurance, and you smiled back at him as he left the room.
“It is…different, Y/N. But you don’t look monstrous.” You turned to thank Cas for his version of a compliment, but he already poofed himself away.
“Yeah, it’s growing on me, kiddo.” You wrapped your arms around Dean’s waist, feeling comforted by their acceptance. In that moment, you knew everything was going to be all right.
Here you go, I hope you like it!
