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So.. New pictures, huh? *Glees all over the place* I don't have any ready to show you, but I'm all gleeful over the ones that aren't entirely J-squared.
Like, there's the one of the chick who plays Sarah and the little girl ghost from that episode and they're grinning at each other like they're best friends and I just want to squish them together and hug them. Or, one of the creepy little girl from The Benders when she's not being creepy, just smiling a little and she's so cute I just want to cuddle her. Or the boys in their big jackets because they're so cold.
Anyway. Wee little not-story for everyone, because I've been threatening to give Care and Feeding!Sam a ponytail for a while now, and guys with ponytails are hot.
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The Little Ponytail That Could
PG, Wincest.
Dean calls it the Little Ponytail That Could.
It’s hardly even a ponytail, really - just a little tag of hair at the back of Sam’s skull, like an afterthought. Most of his hair is just the same as it was - his bangs still fall in his eyes, the mass at the back still sticks up on one side if it’s wet when he goes to bed, it still has that weird thing where it sort of goes right out just behind his ears, making it look like his hair has grown wings and is about to take flight.
But Sam is so proud of his ponytail. His face lights up the first time he manages to actually get the little scrunchie to stay in, Dean almost doesn’t have the heart to tease him. Almost.
Dean pretends to hate it, or at least to think it’s stupid and girly. He spends the long hours on the road thinking up new and inventive ways to call Sam a girl or a princess. He yanks on the damned thing whenever he gets the chance, jokes about braiding Sam’s hair or giving him pigtails. He buys him the puffy scrunchies with flowers and shit on it, and pink ribbons. He’s a big brother; teasing Sam about his girly hair is practically his job.
One time he buys a can of Nair, and leaves it sitting on the nightstand for two days running. Dean pretends he doesn’t see it, doesn’t know anything about it.
Sam actually withholds sex until the can goes, visibly unopened, into the trash. The ballsy little bastard.
Because that’s the thing, really. Sam’s big brother can mock Sam for his sorry little ponytail that tries so hard, but Dean, the guy who takes Sam to bed every night? Loves that hair. Always has.
He loves the way Sam practically purrs when Dean runs his fingers through it. He loves the way it tickles his skin when they’re lying together, loves the way it falls in Sam’s eyes and across his neck. He especially loves curling his hands into it and tilting Sam’s head just how he likes when they’re kissing, the way Sam goes instantly pliable, like his whole head is one big switch that will drop any resistance.
Sam wanders out of the shower, the towel around his waist more an automatic gesture than any real concession to the modesty they no longer have around each other. His hair is wet, combed back, already in that little bunch, sticking out from the back of his head. "What?" he asks, off Dean's amused look.
Dean smirks and reaches out, pulling gently on the ponytail. "Nothing."
Like, there's the one of the chick who plays Sarah and the little girl ghost from that episode and they're grinning at each other like they're best friends and I just want to squish them together and hug them. Or, one of the creepy little girl from The Benders when she's not being creepy, just smiling a little and she's so cute I just want to cuddle her. Or the boys in their big jackets because they're so cold.
Anyway. Wee little not-story for everyone, because I've been threatening to give Care and Feeding!Sam a ponytail for a while now, and guys with ponytails are hot.
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The Little Ponytail That Could
PG, Wincest.
Dean calls it the Little Ponytail That Could.
It’s hardly even a ponytail, really - just a little tag of hair at the back of Sam’s skull, like an afterthought. Most of his hair is just the same as it was - his bangs still fall in his eyes, the mass at the back still sticks up on one side if it’s wet when he goes to bed, it still has that weird thing where it sort of goes right out just behind his ears, making it look like his hair has grown wings and is about to take flight.
But Sam is so proud of his ponytail. His face lights up the first time he manages to actually get the little scrunchie to stay in, Dean almost doesn’t have the heart to tease him. Almost.
Dean pretends to hate it, or at least to think it’s stupid and girly. He spends the long hours on the road thinking up new and inventive ways to call Sam a girl or a princess. He yanks on the damned thing whenever he gets the chance, jokes about braiding Sam’s hair or giving him pigtails. He buys him the puffy scrunchies with flowers and shit on it, and pink ribbons. He’s a big brother; teasing Sam about his girly hair is practically his job.
One time he buys a can of Nair, and leaves it sitting on the nightstand for two days running. Dean pretends he doesn’t see it, doesn’t know anything about it.
Sam actually withholds sex until the can goes, visibly unopened, into the trash. The ballsy little bastard.
Because that’s the thing, really. Sam’s big brother can mock Sam for his sorry little ponytail that tries so hard, but Dean, the guy who takes Sam to bed every night? Loves that hair. Always has.
He loves the way Sam practically purrs when Dean runs his fingers through it. He loves the way it tickles his skin when they’re lying together, loves the way it falls in Sam’s eyes and across his neck. He especially loves curling his hands into it and tilting Sam’s head just how he likes when they’re kissing, the way Sam goes instantly pliable, like his whole head is one big switch that will drop any resistance.
Sam wanders out of the shower, the towel around his waist more an automatic gesture than any real concession to the modesty they no longer have around each other. His hair is wet, combed back, already in that little bunch, sticking out from the back of his head. "What?" he asks, off Dean's amused look.
Dean smirks and reaches out, pulling gently on the ponytail. "Nothing."