In which Dean's daughter is bald.
There was a scream from somewhere in the house.
It was six in the morning, and Dean was never ever up that early, but Samantha was. High school had this thing about starting at the crack ass of dawn, and while Winchesters, with the exception of the freak of nature that was Sam and Alec who had a sleep schedule all his own, were not morning people, legally she had to attend. It sucked, but it was the truth. However, not having to be up or not, a scream like that coming from his daughter was enough to have Dean snapping to attention, grabbing the gun under his pillow and bolting down the hallway.
When he reached the bathroom, he was in full-on panicked dad mode, and wide awake. “Sammy!” he said, having learned that barging in before checking what was wrong was generally a bad idea with a teenage daughter. “Everything alright in there?”
At that, the door blew open and he blinked sleepily at the change in light and stared at his daughter. His very pissed off daughter. His very pissed off daughter who was bald. Demons, ghosts, ghouls, Dean had dealt with them all but a nearly hysterical teenage girl was kind of new territory.
“-the fuck?”
“I’m bald!” Dean wasn’t sure if it was a shriek or a sob coming from her throat, but suddenly Sammy was throwing her arms around her father’s waist, clinging to him. He stumbled back from the force of the weight-it wasn’t much, a dancer’s build wasn’t all that heavy-but his hand started to rub her back lightly. Dean was clueless on how to deal with this one. The only time Sam had been bald, it had been Dean’s fault. He didn’t know how to fix this.
“What’s going on?” Lisa mumbled, looking half asleep as she came into the hallway. She rubbed her eyes a bit before looking over at her daughter and her eyes widening. “-oh, my.”
“Fix it!” Sammy demanded, glancing between her parents. “I can’t go to school like this. Oh, my God, Daddy, don’t make me go to school.” Her face was buried in his chest again, and she really seemed genuinely distraught. There was only one sensible thing for Dean to do.
“It’s okay, babygirl. You don’t have to go to school.”
“Dean!” Lisa was glaring at him, and he held his hands out in a ‘what did you expect me to do?’ gesture. Lisa just pinched the bridge of her nose lightly. “I think the more important thing here is how this happened. Have you done anything different with your hair lately?”
Sammy pulled away from her father with a sniffle before shrugging slightly. “I don’t think so? I mean, I just tried out this new shampoo that Diane-oh my God that bitch!”
“Sammy!”
“She knew! She knew it would do this to me, and she just-ARGH!” With that, Sammy was storming back into her room, leaving Lisa and Dean standing very confused in the dust. It was only a moment before Lisa turned to him, arms crossed in front of her chest.
“She doesn’t have to go to school?”
Dean gave her a bit of an exasperated look. “Babe, all her hair fell out. What’d you expect me to say?”
“Suck it up and go to school,” Lisa said with a sigh, placing her hands on her hips, and Dean just stared at her for a moment, before turning and heading for the stairs.
“If you’re gonna yell at me, then I need coffee.”
He could feel Lisa rolling her eyes as she followed him down, but they had barely made it to the foot of the stairs before their daughter was blowing past them, wearing the wig she had gotten when she was Wednesday Addams for Halloween as she was making her way out the door.
“Thought you weren’t going to school?” Dean shouted after her.
“I am now. I’m gonna go punch that bitch in the friggin’ face.”
Dean just grinned. “That’s my girl.” Then he felt Lisa glaring at him again. “Don’t really punch her in the face!” The door slammed slightly as Sammy disappeared out the door, and Dean glanced back at his wife over his shoulder. “Least she went to school, right?”
“Yeah, I guess,” Lisa sighed, and he still could tell that she wasn’t all that thrilled with his earlier parenting decision. Dean just sighed slightly, and continued making his way down for coffee.
“I don’t get teenage girls.”
At that, Lisa laughed. “Sweetie, I don’t think anyone does.”
It was six in the morning, and Dean was never ever up that early, but Samantha was. High school had this thing about starting at the crack ass of dawn, and while Winchesters, with the exception of the freak of nature that was Sam and Alec who had a sleep schedule all his own, were not morning people, legally she had to attend. It sucked, but it was the truth. However, not having to be up or not, a scream like that coming from his daughter was enough to have Dean snapping to attention, grabbing the gun under his pillow and bolting down the hallway.
When he reached the bathroom, he was in full-on panicked dad mode, and wide awake. “Sammy!” he said, having learned that barging in before checking what was wrong was generally a bad idea with a teenage daughter. “Everything alright in there?”
At that, the door blew open and he blinked sleepily at the change in light and stared at his daughter. His very pissed off daughter. His very pissed off daughter who was bald. Demons, ghosts, ghouls, Dean had dealt with them all but a nearly hysterical teenage girl was kind of new territory.
“-the fuck?”
“I’m bald!” Dean wasn’t sure if it was a shriek or a sob coming from her throat, but suddenly Sammy was throwing her arms around her father’s waist, clinging to him. He stumbled back from the force of the weight-it wasn’t much, a dancer’s build wasn’t all that heavy-but his hand started to rub her back lightly. Dean was clueless on how to deal with this one. The only time Sam had been bald, it had been Dean’s fault. He didn’t know how to fix this.
“What’s going on?” Lisa mumbled, looking half asleep as she came into the hallway. She rubbed her eyes a bit before looking over at her daughter and her eyes widening. “-oh, my.”
“Fix it!” Sammy demanded, glancing between her parents. “I can’t go to school like this. Oh, my God, Daddy, don’t make me go to school.” Her face was buried in his chest again, and she really seemed genuinely distraught. There was only one sensible thing for Dean to do.
“It’s okay, babygirl. You don’t have to go to school.”
“Dean!” Lisa was glaring at him, and he held his hands out in a ‘what did you expect me to do?’ gesture. Lisa just pinched the bridge of her nose lightly. “I think the more important thing here is how this happened. Have you done anything different with your hair lately?”
Sammy pulled away from her father with a sniffle before shrugging slightly. “I don’t think so? I mean, I just tried out this new shampoo that Diane-oh my God that bitch!”
“Sammy!”
“She knew! She knew it would do this to me, and she just-ARGH!” With that, Sammy was storming back into her room, leaving Lisa and Dean standing very confused in the dust. It was only a moment before Lisa turned to him, arms crossed in front of her chest.
“She doesn’t have to go to school?”
Dean gave her a bit of an exasperated look. “Babe, all her hair fell out. What’d you expect me to say?”
“Suck it up and go to school,” Lisa said with a sigh, placing her hands on her hips, and Dean just stared at her for a moment, before turning and heading for the stairs.
“If you’re gonna yell at me, then I need coffee.”
He could feel Lisa rolling her eyes as she followed him down, but they had barely made it to the foot of the stairs before their daughter was blowing past them, wearing the wig she had gotten when she was Wednesday Addams for Halloween as she was making her way out the door.
“Thought you weren’t going to school?” Dean shouted after her.
“I am now. I’m gonna go punch that bitch in the friggin’ face.”
Dean just grinned. “That’s my girl.” Then he felt Lisa glaring at him again. “Don’t really punch her in the face!” The door slammed slightly as Sammy disappeared out the door, and Dean glanced back at his wife over his shoulder. “Least she went to school, right?”
“Yeah, I guess,” Lisa sighed, and he still could tell that she wasn’t all that thrilled with his earlier parenting decision. Dean just sighed slightly, and continued making his way down for coffee.
“I don’t get teenage girls.”
At that, Lisa laughed. “Sweetie, I don’t think anyone does.”