this is one strange drabble. sorry, it's really quite stupid. anyway...
Nothing to do with the hair (200 words)
He'd always thought Sam's hair looked a little girly. Long and curly and stuff, you know? (He still wanted to bury his hands in it, sometimes, and pull Sam closer, and… but that had nothing to do with the hair and a lot with Sam himself. Which was wrong, but what can you do?) He'd also thought Sam was straight. What with the dead fiancé and all. He hadn't even told Sam that sometimes, he himself wanted guys – cause with guys you didn't have to be afraid to break them if you were in the mood for something rough. Then they were in this town, Neptune, posing as exchange-students, and this one guy, Piz or Fiz or something, stared at Sam for quite some time. "Dude, your hair rocks", he said, and Sam… blushed. Like, you know, the girly girl he was. He stared at the Fiz-guy funnily, and that night, Dean had the hotel-room all to himself. They left town two days later, Sam's hair in it's usual disarray. And Dean thought that maybe, one day, he just might burry his hands in it and pull Sam's mouth to it. Maybe, once the fucking demon had kicked the bucket.
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Nothing to do with the hair (200 words)
He'd always thought Sam's hair looked a little girly. Long and curly and stuff, you know? (He still wanted to bury his hands in it, sometimes, and pull Sam closer, and… but that had nothing to do with the hair and a lot with Sam himself. Which was wrong, but what can you do?)
He'd also thought Sam was straight. What with the dead fiancé and all. He hadn't even told Sam that sometimes, he himself wanted guys – cause with guys you didn't have to be afraid to break them if you were in the mood for something rough.
Then they were in this town, Neptune, posing as exchange-students, and this one guy, Piz or Fiz or something, stared at Sam for quite some time. "Dude, your hair rocks", he said, and Sam… blushed. Like, you know, the girly girl he was.
He stared at the Fiz-guy funnily, and that night, Dean had the hotel-room all to himself.
They left town two days later, Sam's hair in it's usual disarray. And Dean thought that maybe, one day, he just might burry his hands in it and pull Sam's mouth to it. Maybe, once the fucking demon had kicked the bucket.