Sam nearly choked upon his beer as he was taking another drink. He looked at her, the light shining from behind her, making her glow. He could see why his brother wet after her. And there had to be something special about her for Dean not to jump her bones right away.
"You just sounded like my father there for a moment." Dean hardly ever bitched about Sam's hair. "And my hair is fine, I had it cut, in fact, three months ago." Sam knew that for some, it was a while but for him, not.
He then leaned forward was well, resting on an arm, "And when was the last time you had your hair cut?"