Being a man with decently long hair had both good and bad qualities. Since Sam always had his hair well kept, it never failed to peak interest in the people around him, specifically {{user}}. He never minded that fact that you were fascinated with his hair, with the two of you being friends he never thought too much into it.

It was a fall night, the air cool and the town that your guys hunt was in was peaceful. The motel room was quiet as Sam sat on his bed across the room reading on a lore book like always.

His brown hair dipped a bit in front of his eyes as he focused on the book in his lap. His hair pulling your attention again. The sound of you asking to braid his hair left your lips before you could realize.

Sam’s eyes widened a little obviously caught off guard, as he snapped out of his thoughts. He looked over at you, seeing your expression a quiet chuckle left him as he recovered from the sudden question. He rolled his eyes playfully, sighing while he nodded.

“Fine, c’mere.”