"From water and stone, to pomegranate and rose, to leopard and nightingale, creation ascends in beauty." -Stasi Eldredge, Captivating

Roman pulled the car into the parking lot of the now-darkened salon. It looked like the boys had followed his instructions to a tee. There wasn't even a hint of confetti on the steps.

"Let's go," he said as he turned the engine off.

Dean turned around and leaned over the back of the passenger seat. "Yeah, just hang on a sec." Slowly and stealthily, he reached out a long arm toward Seth, who was fast asleep in the backseat.

"What are you doing?" Roman asked.

"Wanna see if I can reach his phone from here…"

Roman rolled his eyes and pulled his phone out of his pocket. "Just borrow mine."

"But I need his phone."

"I know all his passwords—I can log in anywhere. What do you want to do?"

Dean turned back around and dug around in his backpack until he came up with a can of neon green paint.

"No!" Roman nearly screeched. "I don't want my reputation ruined! Do you have any idea how damaging that'll be to his hair?"

"But you wouldn't let me tape him up in a box either!"

"You know, Dean, you really need to get over this tendency of yours to hold grudges. It's not very attractive."

"Like the fangirls care. And he stomped me again."

"I made him do it."

"Yeah, and I'll get you soon. Come on, Ro. Can I at least get him in the face?"

"Dean, I have no idea where you got that paint, but I bet it's toxic. Can't you just draw a mustache on him or something?"

"That's what normal people do."

"What?" Seth's sleepy voice sounded from the back. "Are we there yet?"

Dean quickly tossed the can of paint to Roman's side of the car. "Mornin', sunshine. We just got here."

Roman rolled his eyes as he stuck the can in the cup holder in the driver's side door. "Ready, Seth?"

"Just a sec…where's my jacket…oh here. Yeah, let's go." Seth opened his door, clearly still bleary-eyed and yawning, his suit jacket slung over his arm. Once a few lungfuls of air had cleared his brain a little, he shook out his jacket to slip it on before a detail on the back of it caught his eye.

"MY JACKET!"

Roman's eyes immediately went to Dean, but his best friend had already hopped out of the vehicle, mouth open in apparent shock as he took in the words "SUCK IT" spray-painted on the fabric.

Seth glared at him. "Dean! You jerk! Do you know how much this jacket cost?"

Dean widened his blue eyes at him. "Me? I didn't do anything." He spread his arms out. "See? No paint on me. And you know how messy I am."

Seth narrowed his eyes and brushed past Dean to complain to Roman. Roman's breath caught when he remembered what was hanging out in the cup holder. Suddenly, Dean's random reaction to Seth waking up wasn't random in the slightest.

He was gonna kill Dean.

"Ro, look what—" His other best friend broke off mid-sentence when he looked down and spotted the can of green paint. "RO?"

Roman closed his eyes. "It's not mine," he protested weakly. As Seth started railing and he actually had to open his eyes again, he could see Dean in his peripheral vision, lips curling into a smirk as he mouthed, "Gotcha."

It took at least half an hour of protests and eventual reassurances that he would replace the jacket before Roman finally got Seth to calm down from a tantrum in which Seth had thrown said jacket at least three times, threatened to introduce Roman's daughter to heavy metal, kicked Roman's tires, and screeched wordlessly at a high pitch. Well, at least it felt that way to Roman—Seth hadn't exactly given him an opening to look at his watch. The whole time, that little sneak that called himself Dean Ambrose was rubbing Seth's back, agreeing wholeheartedly with Seth on what a terrible person Roman was while looking smug and triumphant. Now Roman had to walk alone in front of the two of them to unlock the door because Seth was refusing to speak to him.

And he thought he'd graduated from high school.

They re-entered the salon, flicking the lights and the air-conditioning on. Seth made a beeline for Roman's best chair, and Roman headed to the storeroom to prepare the products for Seth's treatment. When he came out, Dean was slumped in the chair next to Seth's, holding a Ziploc bag. Or trying to, at any rate, because Seth had a grip on the other end of the bag and was tugging hard. His chair squeaked again, and Roman tried to ignore the tightening of his chest.

"Graves left us cupcakes," Dean announced. "I—SAID—GIVE—ME—THE—PUMPKIN!"

"Stop being unfair, Dean! I wanna try that one too!"

"Tough cupcakes—he made only one. Why can't you take the salted caramel like you always do?"

"Because! I'm a dynamic person!" Seth made another valiant grab, and the bag opened a little. The smell of still-fairly-fresh Corey Graves cupcakes wafted through the air, and Roman's nose twitched. He silently cursed himself for employing a stylist who was also famous for his baking skill. Corey would be the death of his waistline.

Dean growled, vigor renewed by the cupcake scent. "Mine!"

Clearly, neither of them had noticed that he was back. Quietly, he deposited his armful of hair products on a nearby table and crept to behind them. Before either of them could blink, he plucked the bag out of both their hands. "I win."

Dean and Seth both looked at him in shock as he opened the bag all the way, savoring the mixed aromas of pumpkin spice, salted caramel, and ooh, was that red velvet?

"You can't do that, Ro!" Dean yelled as he jumped off the chair and started toward him.

"Yeah!" Seth agreed, though he didn't move from his chair.

Roman grabbed the nearest bottle of hair spray (naturally made from white sugar and lavender-scented) and pointed it at the opening of the bag. "Don't come any closer, Dean."

Seth made a sound that may have been laughter or choking—it was hard to tell which. Dean froze, his eyes widening.

"Yeah. You both know what this means."

Dean held his hands up. "Don't do it, Ro."

"Here's the deal, Dean," Roman continued smoothly. "You're going to get back in that chair, and you're going to let me fix your hair all nice. Or the cupcakes get it."

"Damn you, Roman!"

"Me, or the cupcakes?" Roman edged the spray nozzle a little closer to the bag.

"Dean, you better do what he says," Seth piped up. "He'll do it. And I want my cupcake. I have to get back on my diet tomorrow."

"It's all your fault, Seth!"

"Nah, Taken would've taught me the same thing. He helped, though."

Dean looked longingly at the cupcakes, then glared back at the chair. "I hate you."

"No, you don't." Roman grinned.

Snarling, Dean turned and stomped back to the chair, dropping into it like a sulking child. Roman waited a second before relaxing his grip on the hair spray, watching Dean carefully to make sure he wouldn't suddenly charge.

He put the bottle down and fished the pumpkin cupcake out, going over to Dean and waving it over his nose. Dean glared at him, arms crossed over his chest and hunched. But his nose gave him away as it twitched, and one hand slid up and snatched it out of Roman's.

Seth pouted. "Can I have the red velvet, Ro?" He was wearing his kicked-puppy expression again, so Roman caved. "You're gonna share, though, right? You know that's my flavor."

Seth looked at his jacket, slung over the back of the chair. "Maybe."

Roman sighed. Oh well, salted caramel wasn't so bad anyway.

Some time later, he was gazing longingly at his own cupcake as he applied the last few handfuls of coconut-milk treatment on Seth's head. Dammit, he was hungry and these two were not helping, munching away blissfully as they were. But he had decided he couldn't eat…at least not until he had fulfilled his mission for the day.

Seth had his phone in his free hand, presumably tweeting about how delicious the cupcake was. "My head feels heavy," he complained as Roman went to put the now-empty tub of treatment away.

"Get used to it, pretty boy. You're gonna stay that way for a while."

After washing his hands thoroughly, Roman went to card his fingers through Dean's hair. Dean scowled even as he nibbled at his cupcake, clenched tightly with both hands.

"Aloe vera…lavender…probably add some coconut… gugo bark and tea tree…" Roman mused to himself. He patted himself on the back mentally for being prepared—he'd had the right ingredients sourced in time. His boy needed WORK. So much so that he was kind of considering a hair transplant. Roman snorted when his mind immediately conjured up an image of Dean with his own long hair. Now that would really make him part of the family. If only Dean's natural strawberry-blond hair wasn't such a pretty color…

He stepped away to begin assembling Dean's treatment, but then Dean nudged his arm and held the pumpkin cupcake up in the air. Happily, Roman leaned over and took a bite, sighing as the flavors exploded on his tastebuds. "That's amazing, Dean."

An indignant squeak sounded from the other chair, and he couldn't help smirking as he went to the storeroom.

"Ro!" Seth demanded as Roman came out a few minutes later, holding a bowl of clear stuff. "Come here."

"What?"

Seth tore a chunk off his own cupcake and held it out. "I'm sharing."

Grinning, Roman let Seth put the bit of red velvet in his mouth.

"How long do I sit like this?" Seth asked.

"It hasn't even been thirty minutes."

Seth twitched, and Roman rolled his eyes. "I told you to lay off the bleach and use my conditioner once in a while, but would you listen? Noooo. Now you're paying for it."

"But I'm running out of things to tweet."

"Send a picture of the cupcake to Finn Balor," Dean suggested grumpily. "That should keep you down for like an hour."

Seth's eyes gleamed, and he began typing furiously on his phone.

"Good boy." Roman patted Dean's head. "Now it's your turn to sit still."

"I look stupid," Dean grumbled once Roman was done slathering his fruity, flowery concoction thing over his head. He swore some of it had gotten into his ear. Though he supposed he was lucky the glop was clear and not white like Seth's, so he looked slightly less stupid.

"It's going to do wonders for you, Dean," Roman mumbled around a mouthful of salted caramel cupcake Seth had fed him. He was at the nearby sink now, straining some kind of tree bark for what he called a "rinse". Seth snickered before his phone beeped, evidently with another snarky response from Finn because Seth glowered. "He sent me a picture of chili cheese fries! That Gaelic goon!"

"Tell him you'll work it off but you bet he can't," Roman quipped as he set aside the rinse, washed up, and got a bottle of champagne and three glasses out. "Now put that down for a sec—it's time for a toast."

He pulled up a chair between his two brothers and poured them all glasses of the celebratory drink as they put down their cupcakes. "To finally getting to fix both your heads. It was KILLING me."

"To lying to me all day to do it," Dean snipped.

"It was fun," Seth mused. "Ro and I should do that some more."

"Shut up."

"OK, OK, I'll be serious. To helping Ro fulfill his dream."

As their glasses clinked, Roman chuckled. Call him a sap, but after all these years, he still thought it was incredible that the three of them had gotten together. And were still here together as he started his new life's work.

"Last one," he blurted out. "To magic—on hair and otherwise." He stuck his free fist out.

And they got it, of course they did. Dean stuck a crumb-covered fist next to his, blue eyes alight. On Roman's right, Seth vainly tried to brush the red bits off his own hand before giving up and aligning his fist with theirs.

"Happy anniversary, guys."

AN: I'm sorry for the long wait-I was sick on-and-off for the past couple of months, and things kept piling up at work along with holiday stuff, so I felt like I wasn't really coming up with an ending chapter I could be happy with. This chapter went in so many directions and was inspired by so many events, it barely resembles the original one. But it feels right, and I hope you guys love it too!

Gugo bark, alow vera, coconut, and tea tree (or even just black tea) actually do work to prevent hair fall. Tried and tested on my own hair, which is super fine too.

For now, I'm gonna consider this story complete-if I do add stuff, it'll be more of one-shots set in this universe and not quite a continuation. Thank you so much for the support, the reviews, the faves, and the follows-they really kept me going here. And of course, to my muse and halfie Wynter, for loving this story so much.

And because music was also such a great help to me in writing this story, I'm leaving the playlist I listened to the whole time here as well. A few of the songs are in Chinese because I kinda went back to my teenage mode for a bit to get in the right mood. And the most of the rest are performed by Bastille because they're just so musey and cool.

1. Magic Room - 183 Club (Chapter 1)

2. Perfect Lover - 183 Club (Chapters 1 and 2)

3. Persian Cat- S.H.E. (Chapter 2)

4. Boomba Boomba - 183 Club (Chapter 2)

5. We Can't Stop - Bastille (Chapter 3)

6. Magic Trick - 183 Club (Chapter 4)

7. Dreams feat. Gabrielle Aplin - Bastille (Chapter 4)

8. No One's Here to Sleep feat. Bastille - Naughty Boy (Chapter 5)

9. Of the Night - Bastille (Chapter 6)

10. The Feeling of Security- S.H.E. (Chapter 7)

11. Oblivion - Bastille (Chapter 7)

12. Fight - No Vacancy (Chapters 8 and 9)

13. Twist of Fate - 5566 and K-One (Chapter 9)

14. Closing Time - Semisonic (Chapters 10 and 11)