Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
✓ Live Streaming✓ Interactive Chat✓ Private Shows✓ HD Quality✓ Free Actions
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
I picked up this prompt from @awesomesusiebstuff over at @cabin-fever-bang“
Prompt: The two Sam’s (our Sam and AU Sam) maintaining their hair care routines while quarantined.”
All the thanks to @boondoctorwho @itmighthavebeenintentional and @there-must-be-a-lock for the beta. @there-must-be-a-lock gets credit for the title and the ending all at once. Thank you my dears.
...
Honestly after everything, the last thing the Winchesters were expecting was having to deal with more of themselves. They knew that Chuck, in his petty fit of rage, was destroying all the universes he had created. They knew in theory that there would be other Winchesters, other sets of Sam and Dean. They just never considered actually meeting any.
The Sam and Dean that came blurring through their bunker walls seemed specifically intended to cause them peak annoyance. The only reason they ever left them there alone was a need to trick Chuck, to beat him at his own game.
After that mission was over, the Winchester brothers dismissed their alternate selves. They sent them to Rio, to beaches, to a place of sun and sand far from their current battle to save their world.
The minute they left, Sam turned to Dean. “Rio? Really? That was our happily ever after, the sand between our toes.”
Dean shrugged, looking so sad and resigned that it broke Sam's heart. “Hey, at least somewhere some version of us gets our happy ending.”
Sam shook his head, long hair brushing his cheeks. For a moment, neither of them spoke. Finally he said, “Dean, as long as we're together, I'm good."
Dean threw an arm over his shoulder. “Me too; just don’t start wearing a manbun. Come on, let’s have a beer.”
That night settled into the familiar bunker routine and each brother went to sleep in his bedroom. Dean dreamed of driving away, of bikini beauties on the beaches of Rio. Sam dreamed of scarves and what it would be like to have no bigger worries in the world than his hair.
The Winchesters woke up to voices in their kitchen and rushed in, weapons drawn. There was the alternate pair of them, suddenly returned.
“Sorry, sweethearts,” alt!Dean said, “Flights are all cancelled. A virus or something.”
Alt!Sam nodded with a little pout. “And I had already booked a full weekend of spa treatments in Rio!”
The original Winchesters sighed.
“Sit down,” Dean commanded, in a voice that brooked no argument. Even his alternate self obeyed. He returned to the table in the kitchen with four coffee mugs and a big bottle of Jameson. Each man took a mug.
“Is there cream?” asked alt!Sam. The look Dean gave him would’ve curdled milk, if there was any, which there wasn’t, because Dean took his coffee black, like a man.
Sam and Dean gave one another a long hard look. Sam nodded, deferring to Dean. He turned to their other world selves.
“You can stay here,” he began. “This is a safe place, but it’s safe for a reason. You have to abide by the rules.”
The alt!WInchesters nodded earnestly.
“And here’s the thing,” Sam added. “I’m Sam, he’s Dean. It's too confusing to have two of each. You have to pick something else.”
The other pair of brothers spoke in whispers for a long moment before turning to face their other selves. “I’m okay with Deano. And he - he’s-”
“Sami!” he said with a smirk. Sam rolled his eyes.
Dean and Sam took Deano and Sami on a short tour of the bunker, showing them to a set of adjoining rooms across the hall from theirs.
Dinner that night was a fractured affair. Cas prepared sandwiches. He knew how keenly humans loved them. Something told him that a meal where everyone could choose would be the best thing for the very different and divided Winchester brothers that were suddenly doubled in the bunker.
Dean and Deano seemed to be in a competition for who could pack the most meat and tomatoes and bread together, but eventually they each picked up a carefully layered sandwich. Dean swiped a six pack of beer and they headed down the hall.
“We’ll be in the Dean cave,” one of them called over his shoulder. Once they were gone, the two Sams looked at one another.
“I like a good sandwich, but honestly,” Sam shook his head.
“A salad is better after all.” said Sami.
Sam wanted to disagree, but he couldn’t. The two of them dug into the fridge for vegetables and dressings. Finally they both settled on opposite sides of the kitchen table.
“Is this really how you live?” said Sami, with a dismissive glance at his paper napkin.
“Look,” Sam answered. “I’ve done my best. It’s taken a lot to get us this far.”
They both retreated to the comfortable solitude of their phones while they ate. Before too long, they were showing one another new stories, pages, and memes. They began to laugh and relax together.
It was later, much later, after falling into more than one internet rabbit hole, that Sam and Sami parted, with a promise to go running together tomorrow.
They met before sunrise at the door of the bunker. Side by side both Sams strode out into the predawn fog. They settled easily into a matching pace. They were one another, after all. As the sun rose, they returned to the bunker.
“Meet me in the shower,” Sam tossed out.
Sami edged into the shower room soon after. “We didn’t get to bring much when we came from our world to here.”
“That’s fine, come on,” Sam gestured from under a steamy shower.
“But, but,” Sami hesitated, “What about our hair?”
“Our hair?” Sam half turned and held out a bottle of Suave 3 in 1 body wash, shampoo and conditioner.
Sami cringed, noticeably. “You have got to be kidding me.”
“Why?” asked Sam, “It works just fine.” He shook his head like a puppy, spraying water everywhere in the shower room.
“Ugh,” Sami responded. He rinsed his hair with, notably, just water.
The two of them made their way to the kitchen. Sam was making a smoothie when Sami appeared. He quickly added his own ideas and suggestions. Most of the fruits and vegetables in the bunker kitchen ended up in the blender before they both enjoyed a post-run drink.
“So,” said Sam eventually. “I think I’ll go to the library.”
“Or,” Sami rejoined,” We could go to Ulta. Your hair care regimen is positively barbaric. It’s honestly an affront to us all that you manage to look as good as you do.”
Sam shrugged. “Ulta is closed.”
Sami pounced on that. “So you know-?”
“Look, I’m no haircare expert. But basically all that’s open now is Walmart.”
It took some convincing, but eventually Sam and Sami rolled up to Walmart in the Impala. Sami scoffed before they went in, but Sam silenced him with a hard look.
The hair care aisle was long, and well stocked. Not all the salon brands Sami was used to, but plenty of good stuff. He kept pointing to bottles that cost $15 or more, while Sam shook his head.
Finally he broke down in exasperation. “Why, what do you use to make your hair so perfect?”
“I just wash it and then-” Sam tossed his head and his hair settled back in perfect waves around his face.
“Ugh,” Sami scoffed. “How? That’s so unfair.”
Sam shrugged. "It’s not like it ever seemed to matter. We were always busy with more urgent things. Like, saving the world."
Sami protested. "But, but, my hair is sacred. It's worth the time and effort."
Eventually the two of them moved on from the shampoo aisle -- basket full -- to the produce section.
That night for dinner they enjoyed a cold quinoa salad with tomato, cucumber and avocado. Their brothers were off somewhere else, probably trying to find the best takeout cheeseburgers and extra crispy fries in the state. It was oddly peaceful, just the two of them.
After eating, Sami stood up. “We have plenty of time for a hair treatment, now."
Sam looked at him, baffled.
Sami pulled some things out of the Walmart bag. “I know it’s generic, but these deep conditioners are better than nothing.”
Sam scoffed but finally gave in and combed deep conditioner into his hair before wrapping it in a bag. The final touch was knotting a towel around his head. He laughed, before he looked at Sami.
His alternate self was taking this so very seriously. Apparently, somewhere out there, was a universe where he pampered himself. Maybe there, everything wasn’t life or death. Maybe there was a place where he could enjoy something as simple as a deep condition.
Sami pulled up a BBC show on the laptop, something Sam had wanted to watch but never had time for. It was a little silly and very nerdy. But for the first time in a long time, he caught himself laughing while he watched it. When the first episode was over, Sami nodded towards the showers.
Sam rinsed and combed and dried his hair. It had never felt more soft, more perfect. More importantly, though, he felt relaxed. He felt like it was okay to take the time on something as frivolous as a hair treatment. Call it “self care,” he thought to himself.
Sam Winchester woke up with his own fingers pulling his hair. Had it all been a dream? He sat up slowly, a hollow feeling of loss settling in his chest. He shook his head as reality began to sink in.
His last faint trace of hope disappeared the moment he wandered to the kitchen. There was no pile of fresh produce waiting for smoothies, no leftover quinoa salad. None of it had happened.
The alternate version of Sam and Dean were gone, and with them the sort of life that had time for hair treatments and self care. His universe had no space for indulgences like that. Toes in the sand in Rio was a fantasy, nothing more.
Sam stumbled into the bunker shower, his thoughts heavy. He should've known it was too good to be true. There wasn't a happy ending for him and Dean, not in this universe. He sighed as he picked up the 3 in 1 body wash, shampoo and conditioner.
He smiled sadly and shook his head. His sense of disappointment went deeper than deep conditioner. He sighed and watched the soapy water swirl down the drain.
...
SPN First Last and Always: @boondoctorwho @dawnie1988 @deanwanddamons @divadinag @flamencodiva @fookinghelljensensthighs @idreamofplaid @kalesrebellion @maddiepants @magssteenkamp @onethirstyunicorn @the-chocolate-moose @there-must-be-a-lock @tloveswriting
Sam Girl For Life: @awesomesusiebstuff @lilsylvia @winchesterxfamilybusiness
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
✓ Live Streaming✓ Interactive Chat✓ Private Shows✓ HD Quality✓ Free Actions
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
My 50 Kisses 500 Followers Celebration
Kiss 24, Deep kisses where they have their hands tangled in each other’s hair to pull them closer.
Sam x you/reader, for @awesomesusiebstuff
Things you loved about Sam Winchester? So many, you didn't know where to start. His eyes, his hands, his dimples. But especially his hair.
The way he ran his hands through it, pushing it back. It was his one vanity, in the midst of his hardscrabble hunters life. His long soft chestnut locks that fell so perfectly around his face every time he shook his head.
Things you loved about Sam Winchester? When you kissed, the way his lips molded to yours, soft and full. The way his hair felt as it tangled in your touch.
Things you loved: Sam.
SPN First Last and Always: @boondoctorwho @dawnie1988@deanwanddamons @defenderrosetyler @divadinag @emoryhemsworth@flamencodiva @fookinghelljensensthighs
@idreamofplaid @idreamofplaid @kickingitwithkirk @maddiepants @magssteenkamp @onethirstyunicorn @the-chocolate-moose @there-must-be-a-lock @tloveswriting
Sam Girl For Life: @awesomesusiebstuff @lilsylvia@winchesterxfamilybusiness
Gay Screaming: @boondoctorwho, @cracksinthewalls, @fookinghelljensensthighs @itmighthavebeenintentional, @justcallmeasmodeus, @katehuntington, @maddiepants, @mskathywriteswords, @rockhoochie, @there-must-be-a-lock, @thoughtslikeaminefield
