Sam was a mess, after John forced him to cut his hair. It wasn’t short like Dean’s, but it was definitely shorter then Sam had ever had it.
“I look fucking ugly, Dee,” Sam whispered, voice sounding strained, tears obviously gathering in his eyes.
Dean slide his hands up Sam’s neck and stroked through his brother’s hair before gripping Sam’s face to hold his brother’s gaze. “God, Sammy,” he whispered. “You are so beautiful. Short hair or long, nothing- no one– will ever compare to you.”
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