When Isabel walked by and smacked Dean playfully on the butt, both Dean and Sam became slack-jawed and completely forgot about the hair.

"Son-of-a-bitch." Sam said softly, shaking his head as he slowly started reappearing.

"Well, now. I sure *do* like to stand out." Dean responded with a smile as he got up from the floor. "I don't remember catching your name. Mine's Dean, Dean Winchester and that softly ethereal thing over there is my brother, Sam."