Dean Winchester Haircut 소설 & 이야기

Hair combed out of his face in backward waves, a black Roman cut Brioni suit, and a Zegna shirt that was the exact color of my suit. Was this another one of his antics? Had he seen me when I left for work? Dean walked past me to hug him like he had last seen him a decade ago. He patted his back even though Colt was not hugging him back. Dean stepped back with a wide smile on his face, “This is what I am talking about. See?” his voice dropped now, “I’d like to see those old geezers talk shit about you.” He stopped suddenly, and frowned, because the whole time he was speaking, Colt’s eyes were pinned on me.

Chapter 20 He looked good. Better than the last time I saw him, if that was possible. His hair was the first thing that I noticed; it looked shiny and lustre, like he had started using a new product on it. He looked clean shaved and well groomed. He was dressed formally. A three piece cobalt coloured suit with a patterned tie that was a shade darker to match. He held a briefcase in his left hand and his phone on his right. Dean also looked like he was using a few seconds to take the moment in. He gave a broad smile and said, "You look good. I like your scrunchy."

But she was just right there, in my line of vision, making my breath slow each time she touched her hair. And before she could completely slam her food to the ground, Maeve held her hand. “I guess Sydney decided to cut her hair.” Aaron said at our table. I turned before I could stop myself. “Trimmed.” Dean laughed. “If you ask me, I think there are other more important things that need trimming.” I wanted to tell him to shut his mouth, but the guys laughed. And if I didn’t laugh, they’d notice. My eyes flicked back to Sydney before I could stop myself.

"Isn't Suzy's fiancé a redhead?” I can't hold back and I end up rolling my eyes. I've never shown a photo of Dean, nor described his appearance. If you did, you wouldn't confuse your blonde hair with red hair. “Yes, it was! "Uncle Kevin agrees. I hardly recognize him without all the hair from fifteen years ago. Now there is only the shadow of a fluff surrounding your bright bald head.