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"What else do you want to know?" I asked, just as the waitress came back, two plates in her hands.

"Here you go," she said, setting them down in front of us. "Enjoy!"

I smiled at her as she walked away, before looking back at Scott. He smiled, grabbing one of his fries. "What's your favorite color?"

I laughed, cutting my burger in half. "Isn't that question simple?"

"Exactly!" he cried, his smile wide. "We start simple then get more complicated."

I tilted my head, pursing my lips. "So how long till we get to the complicated questions?"

Scott's smile softened as he shrugged. "Depends, how many lunches are we gonna have?"

I blushed, biting my lip. "How many do you want to have?" I whispered.

"As many as I can," Scott told me, smiling.

I looked down at my plate as the butterflies in my stomach tripled, not remembering the last time any man or boy had made me feel like Scott was making me feel now.

"My favorite color would have to be red," I told him, before taking a bite of my bacon cheeseburger.

"Really? I had you pegged more a green kind of guy!"

I laughed, leaning forward. "Green is a close second, if you must know."

-/::\-

I smiled, twisting the key in the lock, before opening the door to the trailer. I stepped in slowly, hearing Scott follow me.

I ran my eyes over every tool, every brush, every powder and cream, all at my disposal. My smile was wide, I could tell that. It was almost still hard to believe, this whole trailer was mine now.

"I can assume this is your first time in here?" Scott asked.

I nodded, glancing at him before moving to the hair counter. "Ya, Avi just gave me the keys this morning." I ran my hands over the scissors and combs laid out, the tools I loved so dearly.

"So, new scissors?" He questioned.
"No, no, no," I replied, picking up one of the multiple pairs. I turned towards him, holding them up. "These scissors are my greatest tool, and I've had them since I started beauty school."

"That long?" Scott moved forward, standing less than a foot away as he looked at my hands, and my scissors.

"I just sharpen them, it's fairly easy actually," I told him, smiling. Looking up at him, I asked, "Ready?"

Scott nodded, and I stepped back, letting him sit in the chair in front of my hair supplies. Grabbing the standard black apron, I laid it over him, trying not to meet his gaze. I moved to the counter, opening my sketchbook to his page. Grabbing the spray bottle, I moved behind Scott, spraying his hair and running my fingers through it to make sure his hair was slightly wet.

"What, no wash?"

I laughed, shaking my head. "Maybe next time."

"Oh, next time?"

I met his eyes on the mirror, blushing as I shrugged. "Depends on if you like the cut."

"How could I not?" He replied, when knocks sounded on the trailer door.
I furrowed my eyebrows, setting the spray bottle on the counter as I moved towards the door. Opening it, I smiled as Kirstin stood on the pavement, smiling up at me like a begging puppy.

"I know I'm early," She stated. I smirked, nodding towards her. "Come in."

She followed me in, grinning at Scott as the man in the chair cheered. "Kirstin! What are you doing here?"

Kirstin shrugged, sitting in the other chair in the trailer. "I wanted to see Mitch work before he got to me," She admitted.

"What, you don't trust me?" I asked, smirking as I grabbed my comb and scissors.

"No!" She cried, her face instantly filling with guilt. "No, it's not like that!"

Scott and I laughed as I combed through the man's hair. "I'm teasing you, Kirstie."

"Kirstie?"

I stopped, looking between the two. Shrugging, I said, "I don't know, it just...popped into my head."

Kirstin smiled, nodding slowly. "Kirstie. I like it."

"Kirstie and what?" Scott asked, keeping still as I set the comb down.

"I think Kirstie and Scooter might work," Kirstin responded, smirking.

"Kirstie and Scooter," I commented, looking between them, my blades in my hand. "I think it sounds awesome."

They both smiled, exchanging a look, and I had a feeling that the nickname would stick for a good long time. "Now, hold still," I told Scott.

"Yes, sir," he replied.

I smiled, shaking my head as I worked, creating the perfect style for Dean Winchester.

-/::\-

I smiled widely, setting my scissors back down with the tools, before reaching over and taking the apron off. Stepping back, I glanced at Scott.

"Meet the face of Samantha Winchester."

Kirstin looked over at me through the mirror, smiling widely. "It's perfect."

"Almost as perfect as my style," Scott replied.

I laughed as the door to the trailer opened. "Mitch, Kirstin, Scott!" Avi cried, stepping inside. "There you all are."

"It's Kirstie and Scooter if you need us both," Kirstin said.

"And Kirstie if you need her, Scooter if you need me," Scott added.

"What?"

I laughed, shaking my head. "Don't ask. What can we do for you?"

"I just wanted to see how everything was going," he replied, stopping in his spot, sliding his hands in his pockets. "I heard you were giving the kids cuts today."

"Done and done!" I cried, smiling widely, gesturing to Kirstin and Scott. "Meet Kirstie and Scooter, otherwise known as the faces of Dean and Samantha Winchester."

The two stood, moving towards me, letting Avi take a look. After studying them for a moment, Avi's smile only grew. "Mitch, they're perfect," he complimented, before moving to hug me.

I beamed, hugging him tightly, before stepping away. "I wouldn't have been able to do it without them."

Avi nodded, moving towards them. He looked at them for a moment, before pulling them into a hug. "Kirstie and Scooter."

They both laughed, their smiles wide on their face. "You know, Mitch needs a nickname now," Kirstin stated, looking at me.

I shook my head. "No, my name is just fine."

"No, he does," Avi agreed, the three men looking at me.

"No, I really don't," I disagreed.
Scott stepped towards me, pursing his lips as he studied me. "Yeah, something," he muttered.

"We might have to experiment," Kirstin piped up.

"We have time," Avi commented, smiling at me. "We'll find something."
I sighed, but smiled. It was only a day, and I could tell that Kirstie and Scooter would soon mean as much to me as Avi did. And I had a feeling it wouldn't take long.