So here's an update! It's another, amazing if I do say so myself, request from ImmaSlytherout. If you guys have requests feel free to comment them or PM me! Hope you enjoy.

Title: Salons Can Be for Dudes Too

The clunk of Dean's heavy boot on the pavement sounded in unison with the creak of the impala door as he opened it. Pulling himself from the front seat with a grunt Dean pushed the door shut and puffed up his shoulders in a deep breath. A chilly autumn wind rustled the leaves on the sidewalk, he tugged his leather jacket snug around his broad shoulders and looked up at the Salon sign in front of him.

Hell's Shades, Heaven's Sheers.

He could see Cas through the window, happily chatting to a customer in the salon chair Dean normally sat in. He watched Cas' quick hands expertly cut and comb, cut and comb. It was almost hypnotizing.

Dean shook his thoughts back to the task at hand: go inside.

It might be a little better if we had some back story—

-x-

Three Months ago:

Dean had been cutting his own hair since he could look at himself in the mirror above the sink without standing on his tiptoes. He used a two on the sides and kept the top at a four. It was simple and easy, and he didn't have to pay to get his hair cut every month.

Sam on the other hand kept his hair at what could be considered almost Tarzan length and religiously went to a salon. Not a barber, a salon. Dean chuckled at the thought of seeing his massive brother sitting in a tiny salon chair while a woman the size of his leg scrubbed his scalp clean.

One day when Sam walked into the apartment with his miniscule, aggressively annoying and flirtatious imp like boyfriend, Gabriel, Dean asked him where he'd gone.

"I had a hair appointment."

"Yeah Deano, doesn't he look scrumptious?"

Dean rolled his eyes and tried not to gag at the tiny man holding his brother's hand, "Oh, yeah Sammy, lookin' sharp. How was the Salon?"

Sam huffed at the obvious chuckle Dean was trying to hide, "I don't care what you think Dean, I have long hair, and the salon takes good care of it. You wouldn't understand."

"Plus, Cassie gives him a discount." Gabe chimed in.

Dean snorted, "She does realize you're gay right? I hope she doesn't think she can get into your giant britches."

Sam slapped him upside the head.

"You're one to talk mister Bisexual Bob," Gabe sneered, "Plus Cassie isn't a girl he's my little brother you turd."

"Oh," Dean said thoughtfully, "I didn't know you had a younger brother."

Gabriel shrugged and Sam pulled the smaller man onto his lap as he sat on the couch.

"Cas' super nice and great with a trimmer. You should go sometime Dean, a good head massage would loosen you up."

"Yeah and yank the stick out of your ass," Gabe added.

"I do not have a stick up my ass."

Sam rose and eyebrow and Gabe rolled his eyes. Sam took out his wallet and tossed Dean Cas' business card like a Frisbee.

"Just think about it."

Sam proceeded to watch Dean pull out Cas' business card and stare at it three days in a row before he called and made an appointment for his brother himself.

Dean was a under a car at the garage when he felt his phone buzz violently in his pocket. The vibration caught him off guard and he dropped the wrench he was holding onto his chin. With an annoyed grunt he rolled himself out from under the car and looked at his phone as he rubbed the bruise that was forming on his jaw.

He had a voicemail from an unknown number. Dean sighed, typed in his voicemail password (Sam's birthday) and listened to it.

Hello Dean, this is Castiel Novak, Gabriel's younger brother. Your brother Sam called and made a hair appointment for you today at five and I was just calling to remind you. I was told you were at work which is why I am leaving a message. See you soon, goodbye.

Cas' grumbly voice faded and a beep signaled the end of the message.

Sighing again, rather dramatically this time, and pinching the bridge of his nose he stood from the garage floor and looked at his watch. It was 4:30, he was already an hour into is overtime. Clocking out he headed to the salon, regrettably, but he did so.

Dean was a good five minutes late to the salon, and didn't have to time to shower so he was covered in sweat and grease.

Dean flinched at the loud bell that rang when he pushed the salon door open. Hunching his shoulders at the sound he looked around. The place was pretty empty aside from an old lady sitting under one of those beehive hair dryer things. There was a man sitting at the front desk reading a cosmo magazine.

"Uh, hi," Dean spoke, his voice was gruff, he cleared his throat, "Um, I have an appointment for five? I'm a little late, I didn't exactly know about it until like a half hour ago."

The dark haired man looked up from the magazine and locked eyes with Dean. Dean's hands began to sweat a little, not because they were jammed into his jean pockets, but because the man's eyes were so blue.

A deep chuckled escaped the man's lips, "You must be Dean, Sam's older brother. I'm Cas, and it's fine, he told me you'd probably be late."

Dean smiled shyly, "Nice to meetchya Cas, I gotta say I already like you more than Gabe."

Cas smiled widely and ran his fingers through his hair, "Gabriel can be a handful."

As Cas stood from his desk and took Dean over to his salon chair Dean looked him over. He was a well put together man, aside from his hair and five o'clock shadow, which was a little ironic considering the man was a hairdresser. Dean liked that his hair was messy and disheveled though, it was terribly endearing, not to mention super attractive.

"So Dean, do you know what you'd like?"

"I'm sorry what?"

"For your hair, how do you want me to cut it?"

"Oh!" Dean laughed nervously and blushed, he hoped it wasn't noticeable, "Uh I usually trim it with a two on the sides and four on the top but uh, you can just wing it if you want."

"Alrighty, have a seat."

Dean didn't think he'd ever felt something better than magic fingers before, until now, that is. The way Cas massaged his head while he got his hair washed was something only magic could conjure. Before he could control himself a deep groan of pleasure erupted from his throat.

Dean felt his cheeks and neck grow warm but he couldn't bring himself to care.

"I'm guessing you've never had your hair washed?"

Dean hummed an answer. Cas couldn't help laughing, mostly because Dean had thoroughly caught the attention of the old woman across the salon.

When Cas finished he spun Dean around to face the mirror and removed the smock.

"What do you think?"

Leaning forward and squinting into the mirror Dean analyzed his new dew. It's a little bit longer on the top and instead of being all one length on the sides it fades from long to short and it looks really fucking good on him.

"Wow Cas, I love it, thank you."

"I'm glad," Cas beamed down at him, "Do you mind if I take a picture for my Instagram? I use it to promote my business."

"Not at all," Dean pulled at his collar, "I'm a little grimy from work."

"Trust me, that's not a problem. Knowing how the women react to Sam's photos, you'll definitely get some positive feedback."

Dean rose an eyebrow, "You callin' me cute, Cas?"

"I'm calling you more than cute, Dean," Cas said snapping a photo as Dean gave him his most charming smile, "I'm calling you gorgeous."

Dean blushed furiously, "Well, you're not so bad yourself, Cas."

Cas rubbed the back of his neck shyly and Dean tossed him a wink. Loping behind Cas on the way to the front desk Dean gave Cas a nice tip and thanked him again. Dean couldn't be sure, but he was almost positive that his smile melted the hairdresser's knees.

When Dean got home Sam gave him a giant grin.

"Dude, what?"

"Oh nothin, just over 200 likes."

"Sammy, what the hell does that mean?"

Dean removed his jacket and looked at himself in the small mirror above the couch, still admiring his hair.

"Your photo on Cas' Instagram, it got over 200 likes. That's more than anyone's ever gotten on there."

"It's not my fault I got the good genes."

Sam tossed a bitchface at him and snorted, "Whatever. How was it?"

Dean shrugged, "It was great, you were right."

"I'm sorry what? I didn't hear you."

Dean rolled his eyes, "It was great okay? That head massage was like sex, Cas is super-hot, and I look fresh as hell."

Sam choked on the beer he was taking a swig of, "Did you say that Cas is super-hot?"

"Yeah Sam, are you deaf? He's a sexy mother fucker."

Sam cringed, "Well, he's gay so go for it."

"Wait seriously?"

"Yeah Dean, hello, he's a hairdresser."

"I didn't wanna assume." Dean mumbled.

Despite how macho and manly Dean Winchester claimed to be he continued to return Cas' salon and get his hair done for the next two months. If Dean could have it his way he'd just go every week and pay for a head massage.

When Dean's third visit to the salon came around he wanted to ask Cas out on a date only he was way too nervous and honestly didn't think he could speak any real words, at least not while he was having his hair washed.

Dean screwed it up. Originally he'd had a plan. He was gonna ask Cas out on a date while he was paying for his hair cut. Dean shamelessly moaned as Cas massaged his scalp and flirted effortlessly while Cas finished up his haircut but when it came down to paying for his haircut he choked.

"Hey Cas, so I was wondering if maybe—?"

"Yeah?" Cas asked in the middle of Dean's question, looking up from typing in the price of Dean's haircut. Cas locked eyes with Dean beamed up at him and Dean's entire being completely shut down. His face flushed and his words got stuck in his throat.

"Dean?" Cas' brows furrowed in worry.

"Nevmindshajgjhk." Dean mumbled out, handed Cas an embarrassingly large tip and stumbled out of the salon.

-x-

Current Time:

Dean hadn't been to the hairdresser in over a month. Dean knew he'd made a fool of himself in front of Cas and couldn't bring himself to go back to the salon. After a month of moping about and not doing his hair Sam finally convinced him to go back.

"Dean,"

Dean looked at Sam around the door of the fridge, "What?" he snapped.

"Go get a fucking haircut."

Dean slammed the fridge door shut and frowned at his brother as he opened a beer with his pocket knife.

"My hair's fine, Sam."

"Dean your hair is actually falling into your eyes. It's never been that long. You constantly shove it out of your face. At least cut it yourself."

Dean just shrugged.

Sam sighed loudly and gave Dean the face he gave his brother when he thought they should talk. Dean prepared himself.

"Dean, what happened with Cas?"

"Nothing okay?" Dean grunted setting his beer on the table a little louder than necessary, "Nothing happened. I tried to ask him on a date and I chickened out. I embarrassed myself and scampered outta there like a little girl. Are you happy?"

Sam snorted, "Dean are you serious? Gabe said Cas' worried sick that he did something to offend you. He really likes you dude."

"Wait really?"

"Yeah Dean," Sam tucked some hair behind his ear, "Just go talk to him okay? And get your hair cut you look like a douchebag."

"Shut up, Fabio." Dean grunted and grabbed his coat off of the coach on his way out the door.

-x-

Go inside.

Dean huffed out a sigh again and stepped inside the salon just as Cas' last customer for the night was paying for his service. Dean walked in cautiously, he had no idea how Cas was going to react. When he cleared his throat and Cas looked up at him he hadn't been expecting to see worry cross the hairdresser's face.

"Dean!" Cas rushed over to him, "Dean, I am so sorry if I did anything wrong I didn't mea—" Dean pushed a finger against Cas' lips to silence him.

"Cas you didn't offend me, I promise. I'm just an idiot."

Dean pulled his finger back and Cas lifted a hand to touch the spot on his lips where Dean's finger had just been.

"I am very confused."

Dean smiled sheepishly, "I was nervous because I wanted to ask you on a date but I choked and ran away."

Realization now dawned the hairdresser's features and relief flooded Dean when Cas smiled.

"Oh, well I would have said yes if it makes you feel any better."

Dean blushed but returned the smile, "It makes me feel a lot better. Think I could get a haircut? Sam says I look like a douchebag."

Cas chuckled and reached up to run his fingers through Dean's thick hair.

"I think you look different. Very 'I don't give a fuck' type of vibe. I've got time, come on."

Dean followed Cas to his chair just like he had those three times before. It was like riding a bike. Falling back into a rhythm that he didn't even know he missed so much. Feeling Cas' fingers rub into his scalp released a tension inside of Dean that he hadn't known he was holding. His entire body relaxed and a breath that he felt like he'd been holding in for a month came free.

Cas chatted with Dean as he cut the older Winchester's hair. Although they discussed the gap of time that had been squeezed between them because Dean had been too much of a chicken to speak with him, they spoke like they'd known one another for a life time.

Leaning in front of Dean so that they were eye to eye, Cas brushed excess hair from the green eyed man's collar bone and shoulders. He never broke eye contact with Dean.

Swallowing rather loudly, Dean spoke, "So uh, you wanna go on a date with me, Cas?"

Cas smiled and let out a breath. Dean felt it on his cheeks.

"I would love to, Dean."

"Phew, great." Dean smiled relieved and grabbing Cas by the collar he pulled the hairdresser forward and kissed him.

Cas had been taken by surprise at first but melted into the kiss, moving forward to straddle Dean's lap in the salon chair. Dean smiled into the kiss when Cas sat in his lap and wrapped his arms around the blue eyed man's waist.

They pulled apart to see the old lady from the last time he was there staring at them through the window of the salon. They both turned red and laughed into one another's chests.

"I'll pick you up tomorrow?" Dean asked, "Round six?"

"Sounds wonderful."

Dean gave Cas a really nice tip.

Alright! So here's another drabble! Send me requests! They don't have to be AUs! Literally anything, obviously if I don't like it I won't write it, but I don't see why I wouldn't like any of you guys' ideas. Read and Review! One Love. Liz.

Okay so I just realized that I updated this chapter because i was fixing some typos but then i chose the wrong chapter with my fifth Dean/Jo oneshot by accident. Fixed it lol.