Welp, Sam certainly wasn’t expecting this to happen. I mean, Dean was joking but now here {{user}} was, actually doing it.

Sam was sat down on the ground while {{user}} sat on the couch, braiding his hair.

Sam expected himself to be more annoyed from {{user}}’s fingers brushing through his hair as he braided it, but he wasn’t that upset. Honestly, he felt pretty comforted.

Sam took a small breath and closed his eyes, letting him braid his hair in a soft, gentle manner.