spn - Snips n Dips
Title: Snips n Dips
Rating: pg
Pairing: dean/castiel pre-slash
Warnings: none, they are strangely well behaved
Summary: Dean is starting to notice things. And Castiel needs a haircut.
A/N: This is fortrinityofone and all the others in the comm that wanted it... Hope it's up to you guys were lookin for!
The first time Dean sees it they’re in the Impala, riding to some backwater town with a ghost problem. Cas is in the backseat and Sam is watching the scenery go by. Dean is watching Cas. He tells himself that there’s no way he actually saw what he thinks he saw.
The second time they’re in a diner. Cas is sitting pressed up against his side and Dean looks up when he feels the angel’s arm shift. He takes a few extra seconds to watch Cas’ motions before quickly averting his eyes when Sam gives him a strange look.
The third time they’re in a motel room in the middle of the country. Sam has gone out to the library to research the City Hall’s history, see if the place has any prior poltergeist problems. Dean is sitting reclined on his bed flipping through channels when he sees Cas move at the small table out of the corner of his eye.
The angel reaches up absently with his right hand and tucks a loose strand of hair behind his ear. Dean is no longer paying attention to what’s on the television, his eyes fixed firmly on Cas as the piece of hair comes loose again. Cas’ attention remains on the book he has open in front of him but his hand reaches up to tuck the strands away again. Dean’s eyes follow the hand’s motion until Cas sets it back in his lap again.
He watches this ritual complete itself a few more times before a voice from his object of study breaks him out of his trance. “Dean is there something wrong?”
Dean shakes his head and averts his eyes to a point just over Cas’ shoulder. “Course not, why would you think somethin’s wrong?”
Castiel’s gaze drifts towards the television set and Dean absently turns to look as well. The channel he’d stopped on is what appears to be a late night showing of Hannah Montana. The tips of Dean’s ears turn pink and he turns his face away from Castiel in an attempt to hide his embarrassment.
“I was under the impression that this particular program was geared to those of a younger and more female nature. If I was mistaken--” Cas leaves the sentence open and Dean gets the feeling that he’s being made fun of.
He clears his throat and abruptly changes the channel to some random news station before turning to look at Cas again. The corners of the angel’s mouth turn up in what is almost a smile as he reaches up to tuck his hair once more behind his ear. “Why do you keep doing that?” Dean asks, and he finds that he honestly wants to know.
The look on Castiel’s face is one of confusion and Dean sits up a little straighter, touching his fingers to his own forehead in a sweeping motion. “Your hair.” As if toprove his statement Castiel tilts his head to the side and a lock of hair comes untucked and falls into the angel’s face.
Castiel moves to tuck it back again when Dean sits forward on the bed. “That! That right there!” He’s pointing a finger in Castiel’s direction and the angel is giving him a look that says ‘What are you talking about and why are you shouting?’
“I don’t-” Castiel let his hair slip through his fingers and Dean has the sudden almost uncontrollable urge to run his own fingers through it. Would it be as soft as it looked?
Shaking his head to clear those thoughts out Dean moved forward to the edge of his bed so that his feet were on the carpeted floor. “You keep tucking your hair back. Has it started to bother you or something?”
The expression on Castiel’s face as he tries to look at his own hair is priceless and Dean files it away to laugh about on a later day. Right now he’s trying to figure out what’s going on. “Has your hair been growing?”
“This body’s functions were halted when I took it as my vessel. It would seem that since my Grace is fading its normal functions have started up again.” Cas explains all this in the voice of someone purposefully detached, as if he isn’t really talking about himself.
“Is it bothering you?” Dean asks again. He decides to leave the bit about fading Grace for another day. He can only deal with so much at one time.
Castiel looks at him oddly for a moment before he moves to touch his hair again, his hand stops mid motion and he looks at it as if it weren’t attached to his body. “I didn’t realize I was doing anything.”
Dean nods patiently. “That’s what happens with habits, we do it so often that we stop noticing that we’re doing it at all.”
Castiel nods, still looking oddly at his hands and an awkward silence settles between them.
“You want me to cut it for you?”
It’s hard to say who is more surprised by Dean’s offer; Castiel or Dean.
“You’d do that?” Castiel asks, blatant curiosity shining in his eyes.
Dean nods, hell; in for a penny in for a pound, right? “Sure, I cut Sam’s hair all the time when he was little. Had to learn to cut my own too, it’s not really that hard.”
Castiel seems to consider this a moment and Dean almost thinks that he’ll decline when suddenly the angel nods as if to himself. “Very well, Dean. Where would you like me?”
A shiver runs up Dean’s spine and he has to censor his immediate thought of in my bed. “Bathroom, I’m pretty sure we’ve got scissors in the first aid kit.” He gets to his feet and is peripherally aware of Castiel rising as well and making his way into the small bathroom.
Crouched over the duffel bag with their supped up first aid kit in it Dean has the sudden thought that this is a very bad idea.
Scissors in hand Dean shuffles into the bathroom and moves to stand behind Castiel who is facing the mirror. Their eyes meet in the glass and Dean is fighting off another blush when Castiel asks, “What should I do?”
Giving himself a mental shake Dean answers, “Take off both your jackets first,” he says with a vague nod in Castiel’s direction. He puts the scissors in his mouth and rolls up the sleeves of his own button up before turning to grab a towel off the rack by the shower. When he turns back Cas is folding his both his trench and suit jackets before laying them gently on the counter top.
Their eyes catch in the mirror again and Cas is readily awaiting more instructions.
“Go ahead and sit on the edge of the tub,” Dean orders. He’s trying to distance himself by being professional about the whole thing. “Put your feet in the tub with your back toward me, it’ll be easier for me do move around that way.”
With barely a nod Cas is moving to obey Dean’s order. And boy does that idea do weird things to Dean’s gut. Castiel following his orders may not be as good of a thing as he thought.
“I’m gonna wrap this around your neck so the hair doesn’t get down your shirt, okay?” Dean warns in advance. He doesn’t want Castiel to freak out if Dean touches him.
Castiel nods again, turning to look up at Dean over his shoulder. “You are welcome to do whatever has to be done Dean. I’m in your hands.”
Okay, Cas is never allowed to talk to him again. Ever. Not if he keeps it up with those kinds of comments.
Dean drapes the towel around Cas’ shoulders before placing a hand on the angel’s head and turning it back to face forward. “Stay still, I don’t want to cut you or anything like that.”
“I would heal,” Castiel answers matter-of-factly. “And I doubt that anything you could do with those would be anything lasting.”
The last part sounded like an insult and Dean flicked the back of Castiel’s head before settling his hand on a slim shoulder. It never really occurred to him how small Cas actually was. The angel’s presence usually made up for what he lacked in stature. “Now how short are we talkin’ here?”
Cas tipped his head to the side in thought and Dean tugged at a lock of brown hair, smiling in amusement when Cas straightened himself back out. “I suppose it would be simplest to simply make it as it was. Would that be alright?”
Dean put the hand holding the scissors on his hip as he shifted his weight. “I guess,” he answered. “But don’t you want to try something new?”
Castiel seemed to consider this and turned his head again to look back at Dean, scrutinizing him before giving an answer. “Could you cut it like yours?”
The question shocked Dean and he frowned. “Like mine?” He asked. “Are you sure? That’s quite a bit shorter then what you’ve got now.” Inside he was imagining what Cas would look like with the shorter hair, and a part of him was very excited by the prospect of Cas looking a little bit more clean shaven.
Turning away from Dean once again Castiel seemed to turn in on himself. “If you don’t think that’s right you can make it the way it was before. I don’t mind.”
The angel’s tone alone was enough to make Dean feel guilty. For what, he really didn’t know but he felt guilty all the same. “Hey, it’s fine Cas. I bet you’ll look fine, even better then you do now I bet.”
This seemed to settle Cas down and he relaxed under Dean’s hand.
“Alrighty then, let’s get this started. Hopefully we’ll be done before Sam gets back, he’ll freak out about the hair on the floor.” Dean squeezed Castiel’s shoulder with one hand and gave into temptation with the other. The feel of Castiel’s hair through his fingers was like silk.
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“Hey Dean, I picked up food from that little Chinese place down the street on my way back. It was getting late and I thought you’d -” Sam’s announcement stopped short when he looked up from closing the door behind him.
Both Dean and Castiel were sitting on Dean’s bed, leaning back against the headboard and watching the television. Or, in Castiel’s case, watching Dean watch television. Dean was in his customary t-shirt and jeans while Castiel was wearing only his dress shirt and slacks. Even his shoes were missing. But that wasn’t the strangest thing.
“Did you get a haircut?”
Castiel looked down at his lap and ran a hand self consciously through his now shorter hair. “It was becoming something of a nuisance. Dean offered to cut it for me.”
Sam switched his gaze to his brother and Dean cleared his throat before looking back towards the TV. Interesting.
“Do you not like it?” The simple question broke Sam out of his inner musings and he looked back at the angel.
Giving him a real look this time, Sam cataloged differences and the fact that Castiel really did look nice, more polished than before. “It looks great, Cas. Dean’s gotten pretty good at giving haircuts over the years.”
Dean flashed him a smile over Cas’ shoulder and they both watched in surprised amusement as the tips of the angel’s ears turned pink. “See? Told you you looked fine, Cas.” If anything the blush darkened as it spread to Castiel’s cheeks.
Sam set the food bags down on the small table in the kitchen area, looking up in time to catch Dean running his hand through Castiel’s hair. The angel leaned into the touch and the corners of Dean’s mouth turned up in a small pleased smile as he let his fingers brush down the back of Castiel’s neck.
Huh. Sam thought. About damn time.
“Are you staying for dinner, Cas?” The question itself sounded weird in his mouth, but at the look on Castiel’s face he knew it was the right one.
Dean gave him a pleased look of his own before nudging Castiel with his shoulder. “Of course you’re staying. You haven’t yet been introduced to the pleasures of Chinese takeout.”
Sam shared an exasperated look with Castiel as Dean bounded off the bed and started to dig through the bags.
“I’ll stay.” Castiel said easily. And Sam noticed for the first time in a long time that they all seemed relatively at peace. Castiel should get his hair cut more often.
FIN
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Rating: pg
Pairing: dean/castiel pre-slash
Warnings: none, they are strangely well behaved
Summary: Dean is starting to notice things. And Castiel needs a haircut.
A/N: This is fortrinityofone and all the others in the comm that wanted it... Hope it's up to you guys were lookin for!
The first time Dean sees it they’re in the Impala, riding to some backwater town with a ghost problem. Cas is in the backseat and Sam is watching the scenery go by. Dean is watching Cas. He tells himself that there’s no way he actually saw what he thinks he saw.
The second time they’re in a diner. Cas is sitting pressed up against his side and Dean looks up when he feels the angel’s arm shift. He takes a few extra seconds to watch Cas’ motions before quickly averting his eyes when Sam gives him a strange look.
The third time they’re in a motel room in the middle of the country. Sam has gone out to the library to research the City Hall’s history, see if the place has any prior poltergeist problems. Dean is sitting reclined on his bed flipping through channels when he sees Cas move at the small table out of the corner of his eye.
The angel reaches up absently with his right hand and tucks a loose strand of hair behind his ear. Dean is no longer paying attention to what’s on the television, his eyes fixed firmly on Cas as the piece of hair comes loose again. Cas’ attention remains on the book he has open in front of him but his hand reaches up to tuck the strands away again. Dean’s eyes follow the hand’s motion until Cas sets it back in his lap again.
He watches this ritual complete itself a few more times before a voice from his object of study breaks him out of his trance. “Dean is there something wrong?”
Dean shakes his head and averts his eyes to a point just over Cas’ shoulder. “Course not, why would you think somethin’s wrong?”
Castiel’s gaze drifts towards the television set and Dean absently turns to look as well. The channel he’d stopped on is what appears to be a late night showing of Hannah Montana. The tips of Dean’s ears turn pink and he turns his face away from Castiel in an attempt to hide his embarrassment.
“I was under the impression that this particular program was geared to those of a younger and more female nature. If I was mistaken--” Cas leaves the sentence open and Dean gets the feeling that he’s being made fun of.
He clears his throat and abruptly changes the channel to some random news station before turning to look at Cas again. The corners of the angel’s mouth turn up in what is almost a smile as he reaches up to tuck his hair once more behind his ear. “Why do you keep doing that?” Dean asks, and he finds that he honestly wants to know.
The look on Castiel’s face is one of confusion and Dean sits up a little straighter, touching his fingers to his own forehead in a sweeping motion. “Your hair.” As if toprove his statement Castiel tilts his head to the side and a lock of hair comes untucked and falls into the angel’s face.
Castiel moves to tuck it back again when Dean sits forward on the bed. “That! That right there!” He’s pointing a finger in Castiel’s direction and the angel is giving him a look that says ‘What are you talking about and why are you shouting?’
“I don’t-” Castiel let his hair slip through his fingers and Dean has the sudden almost uncontrollable urge to run his own fingers through it. Would it be as soft as it looked?
Shaking his head to clear those thoughts out Dean moved forward to the edge of his bed so that his feet were on the carpeted floor. “You keep tucking your hair back. Has it started to bother you or something?”
The expression on Castiel’s face as he tries to look at his own hair is priceless and Dean files it away to laugh about on a later day. Right now he’s trying to figure out what’s going on. “Has your hair been growing?”
“This body’s functions were halted when I took it as my vessel. It would seem that since my Grace is fading its normal functions have started up again.” Cas explains all this in the voice of someone purposefully detached, as if he isn’t really talking about himself.
“Is it bothering you?” Dean asks again. He decides to leave the bit about fading Grace for another day. He can only deal with so much at one time.
Castiel looks at him oddly for a moment before he moves to touch his hair again, his hand stops mid motion and he looks at it as if it weren’t attached to his body. “I didn’t realize I was doing anything.”
Dean nods patiently. “That’s what happens with habits, we do it so often that we stop noticing that we’re doing it at all.”
Castiel nods, still looking oddly at his hands and an awkward silence settles between them.
“You want me to cut it for you?”
It’s hard to say who is more surprised by Dean’s offer; Castiel or Dean.
“You’d do that?” Castiel asks, blatant curiosity shining in his eyes.
Dean nods, hell; in for a penny in for a pound, right? “Sure, I cut Sam’s hair all the time when he was little. Had to learn to cut my own too, it’s not really that hard.”
Castiel seems to consider this a moment and Dean almost thinks that he’ll decline when suddenly the angel nods as if to himself. “Very well, Dean. Where would you like me?”
A shiver runs up Dean’s spine and he has to censor his immediate thought of in my bed. “Bathroom, I’m pretty sure we’ve got scissors in the first aid kit.” He gets to his feet and is peripherally aware of Castiel rising as well and making his way into the small bathroom.
Crouched over the duffel bag with their supped up first aid kit in it Dean has the sudden thought that this is a very bad idea.
Scissors in hand Dean shuffles into the bathroom and moves to stand behind Castiel who is facing the mirror. Their eyes meet in the glass and Dean is fighting off another blush when Castiel asks, “What should I do?”
Giving himself a mental shake Dean answers, “Take off both your jackets first,” he says with a vague nod in Castiel’s direction. He puts the scissors in his mouth and rolls up the sleeves of his own button up before turning to grab a towel off the rack by the shower. When he turns back Cas is folding his both his trench and suit jackets before laying them gently on the counter top.
Their eyes catch in the mirror again and Cas is readily awaiting more instructions.
“Go ahead and sit on the edge of the tub,” Dean orders. He’s trying to distance himself by being professional about the whole thing. “Put your feet in the tub with your back toward me, it’ll be easier for me do move around that way.”
With barely a nod Cas is moving to obey Dean’s order. And boy does that idea do weird things to Dean’s gut. Castiel following his orders may not be as good of a thing as he thought.
“I’m gonna wrap this around your neck so the hair doesn’t get down your shirt, okay?” Dean warns in advance. He doesn’t want Castiel to freak out if Dean touches him.
Castiel nods again, turning to look up at Dean over his shoulder. “You are welcome to do whatever has to be done Dean. I’m in your hands.”
Okay, Cas is never allowed to talk to him again. Ever. Not if he keeps it up with those kinds of comments.
Dean drapes the towel around Cas’ shoulders before placing a hand on the angel’s head and turning it back to face forward. “Stay still, I don’t want to cut you or anything like that.”
“I would heal,” Castiel answers matter-of-factly. “And I doubt that anything you could do with those would be anything lasting.”
The last part sounded like an insult and Dean flicked the back of Castiel’s head before settling his hand on a slim shoulder. It never really occurred to him how small Cas actually was. The angel’s presence usually made up for what he lacked in stature. “Now how short are we talkin’ here?”
Cas tipped his head to the side in thought and Dean tugged at a lock of brown hair, smiling in amusement when Cas straightened himself back out. “I suppose it would be simplest to simply make it as it was. Would that be alright?”
Dean put the hand holding the scissors on his hip as he shifted his weight. “I guess,” he answered. “But don’t you want to try something new?”
Castiel seemed to consider this and turned his head again to look back at Dean, scrutinizing him before giving an answer. “Could you cut it like yours?”
The question shocked Dean and he frowned. “Like mine?” He asked. “Are you sure? That’s quite a bit shorter then what you’ve got now.” Inside he was imagining what Cas would look like with the shorter hair, and a part of him was very excited by the prospect of Cas looking a little bit more clean shaven.
Turning away from Dean once again Castiel seemed to turn in on himself. “If you don’t think that’s right you can make it the way it was before. I don’t mind.”
The angel’s tone alone was enough to make Dean feel guilty. For what, he really didn’t know but he felt guilty all the same. “Hey, it’s fine Cas. I bet you’ll look fine, even better then you do now I bet.”
This seemed to settle Cas down and he relaxed under Dean’s hand.
“Alrighty then, let’s get this started. Hopefully we’ll be done before Sam gets back, he’ll freak out about the hair on the floor.” Dean squeezed Castiel’s shoulder with one hand and gave into temptation with the other. The feel of Castiel’s hair through his fingers was like silk.
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“Hey Dean, I picked up food from that little Chinese place down the street on my way back. It was getting late and I thought you’d -” Sam’s announcement stopped short when he looked up from closing the door behind him.
Both Dean and Castiel were sitting on Dean’s bed, leaning back against the headboard and watching the television. Or, in Castiel’s case, watching Dean watch television. Dean was in his customary t-shirt and jeans while Castiel was wearing only his dress shirt and slacks. Even his shoes were missing. But that wasn’t the strangest thing.
“Did you get a haircut?”
Castiel looked down at his lap and ran a hand self consciously through his now shorter hair. “It was becoming something of a nuisance. Dean offered to cut it for me.”
Sam switched his gaze to his brother and Dean cleared his throat before looking back towards the TV. Interesting.
“Do you not like it?” The simple question broke Sam out of his inner musings and he looked back at the angel.
Giving him a real look this time, Sam cataloged differences and the fact that Castiel really did look nice, more polished than before. “It looks great, Cas. Dean’s gotten pretty good at giving haircuts over the years.”
Dean flashed him a smile over Cas’ shoulder and they both watched in surprised amusement as the tips of the angel’s ears turned pink. “See? Told you you looked fine, Cas.” If anything the blush darkened as it spread to Castiel’s cheeks.
Sam set the food bags down on the small table in the kitchen area, looking up in time to catch Dean running his hand through Castiel’s hair. The angel leaned into the touch and the corners of Dean’s mouth turned up in a small pleased smile as he let his fingers brush down the back of Castiel’s neck.
Huh. Sam thought. About damn time.
“Are you staying for dinner, Cas?” The question itself sounded weird in his mouth, but at the look on Castiel’s face he knew it was the right one.
Dean gave him a pleased look of his own before nudging Castiel with his shoulder. “Of course you’re staying. You haven’t yet been introduced to the pleasures of Chinese takeout.”
Sam shared an exasperated look with Castiel as Dean bounded off the bed and started to dig through the bags.
“I’ll stay.” Castiel said easily. And Sam noticed for the first time in a long time that they all seemed relatively at peace. Castiel should get his hair cut more often.
FIN
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