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Like a girl (5 times Dean felt like a girl + 1 time Sam praised him for it)

TW: Rape/non-con, bullying, depression, self hatred and self harm.

Dean WInchester has always had problems with his body. As with most of his problems they all started when he was 4 and his mom died. Dean had to raise his baby brother with very little help from his father. His father who could hardly look at him. And all because Dean looked too much like a girl. Too much like his mom.

The kids at school commented on it as well. Mostly the other boys making fun of him. He always made better friends with the girls. They loved how long his eyelashes are or how pretty his eyes and freckles were. Meanwhile the boys would call him a girl and tell him he couldn’t do things. When he got older that turned into making him use the girls bathrooms and locker rooms. Or calling him names and saying he was gay.

And at home he had to act like a girl. Well a mom at least. He knew he had to take care of Sammy no matter what. Whether Sam realized it or not. If that meant feeding Sammy and not himself, Dean stayed skinny. If that meant buying Sammy new clothes and not himself, Dean wore Sams hand-me-downs. If that meant keeping johns drunken attention on him and not Sammy, Dean covered the bruises as best he could. If dad needed help on dangerous hunts, Dean was there not Sam. Never Sam.

He had to be the big brother, the dad, and the mom.

Like a girl.

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When he was 14 his father came home one day drunk. Dean had just finished putting Sammy to bed and was doing the dishes. His father came home to see him acting like a stay at home mom and mistook him for his dead wife. John stumbled over to Dean and wrapped his arms around his waist. His hands nearly connecting over Deans belly.

“Whatta ya doin’ babe?” John slurred in Deans ear.

Dean froze, “I’m doing the dishes dad. Are you ok?”

“Oohho yeah baby I’m fine. Especially now I get to play daddy again. Huh” John roughly turned Dean around in his arms and shoved his head into Deans neck.

“Ah! Dad!! Your drunk. You need to go to bed!” Dean gasped as his father sucked on his neck.

“Mhm yeah lets get to bed sweatheart.” John scooped Dean up bridal style as if he weighed nothing, and started stomping towards the bedroom of the motel. 

“No, no! Dad Sammy’s in here. You can’t!” Dean wriggled in Johns grasp.

John actually stopped and looked as if he was contemplating something. He turned around and started back. Dean let out a sigh of relief. Then John spoke up about what was on his mind. “It’s a good thing I got a room with a seperate room with a couch.

“No!” He screamed.

Like a girl

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In the morning John didn’t remember anything. Dean remembered it all. That week John left for another hunt and didn’t leave enough money. Sam needed new textbooks for 6th grade (after skipping 5th.) He was already bigger than Dean and would need more clothes. And Dean still had to feed him.

So Dean decided to use his femininity to his advantage. After Sammy would go to sleep Dean would lock all the doors and go to the nearest gas station in the skimpiest clothes he could find. 

Like a girl.

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Dean dropped out of school in 10th grade. While Sam skipped another year in 7th grade. Jumping straight to highschool at 12. It was hard to keep Sam in school while they moved around for hunts. But Dean made sure he went as much as possible. And taught him as much as he could on his own.

Dean had to go away on hunts more and more with their father. Leaving Sammy to fend for himself. Dean got in more and more trouble by leaving Sam extra money. He was constantly getting hurt by the monsters and told to man up.

Even the monsters commented on how girly he looked. So he decided to start trying to be more boyish. Taking girls out, working out more, being more reckless, and acting more ��manly.’

Sammy eventually graduated and went away to Stanford. Dean was happy for him but was convinced that his brother simply didn’t want to be around him anymore. And Dean couldn’t blame him. He didn’t want to be around himself either. This was the point when Dean hit rock bottom. He started carving words into his thighs. Words like pretty, and girl. He cried in the bathroom while bleeding from between his legs.

Like a girl.

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The first time Sam kissed him Dean panicked. They were in a motel in Texas on a hunt. Sam was currently soulless. And Dean was taking advantage of him. Yeah. Dean was taking advantage of the big, strong, muscly, man that he lived with.

Like a girl.

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“Dean” Sam called for his brother through the bunker.

“Yeah Sammy I’m just getting out of the shower!” Dean called back. Sam started his way to ambush Dean in the bathroom.

Yeah Sam was sorta horny for his big brother. And he knew Dean felt the same way. They had kissed and made out a lot since the first time when he was soulless. Sam also knew he had forced himself on Dean. Luckily Dean had run away before Sam could do more.

But since then their relationship had progressed. They held hands while not in public. Hugged while relaxing (”It’s called cuddling Dean.” “Not with me it’s not”) They made out a lot. But Dean wouldn’t let Sam get any further than that.

Sam knew about Deans self esteem problems. He knew that’s why Dean acted all macho like he did. Sam hated that. Hated that Dean covered himself up like that. Forced himself to be something Sam knew he wasn’t. Sam just wanted him to be himself. Just wanted his brother.

So Sam didn’t know exactly what sort of messed up blame he put on himself that’s making him not want Sam to have sex with him but Sam plans on fixing it tonight.

Sam quietly crept into the bathroom Dean was in. His brother was looking in the mirror and holding a towel around his hips. Sam crept up behind him and snuck his arms around Deans waiste. Still so small but with rock solid abs.

“S-Sammy? What are ya doin’?” Dean whispered as Sam inhaled his body wash.

“Just admiring my beautiful big brother. I wish I knew why you won’t let me touch you Dean. It’s all I can do to hold myself back.” Sam purred in Deans ear.

“No Sam you don’t want that. You don’t want that at all.” Dean grimaced at himself in the mirror.

“Why not Dean. Why would anyone not want you? Perfect. You so perfect Dean. So much smaller than me but still so strong. I love it Dean. I love your body. And anyone in their right mind would to if they saw it.” Sam met Deans eyes in the mirror.

Dean held his gaze and whispered “are you calling me crazy?”

Sam withdrawed his hands, shocked. “What- Dean-But-You-How?-Why?”

“Very articulate little brother.” Dean chuckled. Then he turned in Sams loosened hold and sighed. “If we’re really gonna do this then theirs some things I need to tell you.”

“Yeah Dean whatever you want. I’m listening.” Sam complied as Dean sat on the edge of a bathtub. Sam following suit.

“Remember when we were little and dad would always say I looked like mom?” Dean explained everything that had ever happened to him because of his looks. Explained what their dad did, the kids at school, men on the streets who paid him to do things he didn’t want to. He told him he’d been depressed after he left. That he had contemplates suicide. But he left out the words on his legs. Figuring Sam would see them for himself.

“Oh my god. Dean I’m so sorry.” Sam has pulled Dean into his lap. Held him tightly while they both cried.

“It’s not your fault. It was never your fault. Any of it.” Dean whispered.

“But I could have stopped so much of it if I’d just payed more attention. If I’d jumped out of my own little world for just one minute I could have prevented some of your suffering.” Sam sobbed into Deans shoulder.

“That wasn’t your responsibility-“

“And it wasn’t yours to sell your body to keep me fed!” Sam inturupts him. “Dean I used to beg you for more stuff. And you always got them for me. And I never realized that you were starving yourself to get them! I didn’t even need half the things I asked for! I was just being selfish!”

“It’s ok Sammy. Shh it’s ok.” Dean rubs gentle circles into Sams head while he holds him.

“I should be comforting you.” Sam states wettly.

“It’s ok. Hey hey look at me.” Dean pulls Sams face out of his neck. “I don’t know if you still want to but if you do. We can have sex now. I understand if after what I told you you’d be dis-“

“Of course I still want to Dean! God is that why you were hiding. You thought I’d be turned off by what you’ve been through. Dean I meant what I said earlier. Your beautiful! And perfect! And everything I’ve ever wanted. I can’t believe it’s taken me this long to realize it.” Sam stands up abruptly, causing Dean to wrap his legs around Sams waiste. “I wish I could have taken your virginity before dad did.” Sam says between kisses.

“Oh my god! Sam! Don’t say that!” Dean laughs.

“Why not?”

“1 ew don’t mention dad. 2 you were ten!” Dean says matter of factly.

“So? I was a horny ten year old. And I was already bigger than you.” He chuckles and Dean smacks him on the side of the head.

They get to the bedroom and Sam literally throws Dean on the bed. Dean bounces a few times as his towel starts to slip from his hips.

Sam makes a move to pull it the rest of the way off but Dean stops him. “Nuh uh. You first big guy. I don’t know if you’ve realized but I’m practically naked and your still fully clothed.”

Sam hastily rips off his clothes and throws them around the room while dean sits back to admire the view.

“Better?” Sam smirks cockily.

“Much.” Dean holds out his arms for Sam to fall into.

“Your.” Kiss to the jaw. “So.” Kiss to the neck. “Fucking.” One to each nipple. “Pretty.” One to the belly button.

Dean freezes on the last word. “What’s the matter?” Sam looks up at Dean worriedly.

“See for yourself.” Dean pulls the towel off himself and spreads his legs. Sam instinctively slots himself between them before kissing the tip of Deans cock.

“Dean are these?”

“Yeah.”

“Your not a girl. Your the most fucking perfect guy I’ve ever met.” Sam kisses the word.

“Your not my mom. Your my big brother. Your my whole world.” Sam kisses the word mom next.

“Your not a slut. Your the most selfless person I’ve ever met. And you have the most attractive body I’ve ever seen.” Sam kisses that word.

“And your not just pretty. Your beautiful. And I’ll never stop telling you just how beautiful and pressious you are.” Sam holds up Deans leg. The muscle twitching in his palm. And kisses the word.

When Sam crawls back up to see Deans face, he finds his brother covering his mouth behind his palm. Silent tears spilling from love filled eyes.

“I love you so much Dean. More than anything.” Sam whispers as he finally kisses Deans perfect, plump lips.

“I love you to Sammy.”

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Happy Thanksgiving! I like dick.

Dean comes out on thanksgiving.

So the day before thanksgiving Jody, Donna and the girls show up. The morning of Mary, Bobby, Charlie, and surprisingly Ketch show up. While their setting up, both Crowley and Roweena show up. ( not for thanksgiving but end up staying for it anyways)

So Dean decides since he has his whol extended family there he might as well tell them. The way he does is very unconventional.

The family is together telling stories and laughing while they stuff their faces, so it’s the perfect opportunity.

Dean is on his third round of food and his plate is currently being passed around to have food piled on. He decides he has stalled long enough and should tell them now before he psyches himself out.

He blurts “ I like dick.”

The room goes dead silent until Deans head smacks the table and he mumbles. “That is so not what I wanted to say.”

Jody, Charlie, Sam, and Mary all say consecutively.

“Dean did you just?”

“Come out?”

“On thanksgiving?”

“By saying ‘I like dick?’”

Dean groans. On the other side of the table Clair snorts.

“I don’t mean to be insensitive,” Ketch starts, “but wasn’t this common knowledge?”

Both Clair and Alex start cackling. From their side of the table Dean hears Patience trying to explain things to Jack

“No?!”

“Yes Dean and I am a witch.” Roweena taunts.

“How is it that you have managed to come back from the dead over a hundred times, but didn’t know we knew you were into guys?” Patience asks.

“Really? All of you? Crowley?” Dean turns to the deamond.

Crowley shrugs “even when you were the worst deamond ever you were a bottom.”

Dean head hit the table again.

“Dean, before this who knew. By your own will?” Mary asks gently.

“Dad and Bobby?” Dean reply’s into the table. “Our Bobby.” He clarifies. Bobby hunts in acknowledgement.

“But Dean what about all our spa days? We talked about men a lot?” Donna asks.

“Your what?”

“Donna! Those were supposed to be a secret!”

The girls continue to cackle at Dean mortification.

“I-I do not understand how gender is an issue when it comes to romantics? Perhaps it is because angels have no gender and that is why Dean has overlooked my vessels gender in our relationship.”

“Our what!”

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100% agree. We are the spn family legacies and we have to stick together through the end and whatever comes after!!!

alright let’s get this straight right now: none of you cowards are allowed to deactivate your blogs after supernatural ends. you’re stuck in this hell like the rest of us. might as well call me troy bolton ‘cause we’re all in this together now get back on your blog and act like the show is gonna keep going forever because as far as i’m concerned it IS

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Hold on

Song fic!!! For Hold on by chord Overstreet.

This is more like an outline for a story bc it’s long but doesn’t have any dialogue. I’d still like to see if anyone writes it.

So it takes place in early season 9. Dean and Crowley are only kinda tight but not as much as after the mark. And before Dean gets the mark.

So if you know the song it’s about the singer finding his significant other after they commit suicide. It’s hard to tell in the song if they survived or not but I would prefer if they did in the fic.

So anyways. Sam and Dean had been exclusive since about a year after Lisa. When Sam tells Dean they need to take a break and be strictly professional Dean takes it hard. Starts running off with Crowley and not being careful on hunts. Sam, still mad about Gadriel, doesn’t notice Deans worsening mental state.

So one day on a hunt something happens and Sam notices Dean almost dying for no reason at all. Sam gets mad at Dean and Dean reads it wrong. That night Dean decides to end his life. (Preferably something that Sam could take him to the hospital to fix) he leaves a very angsty goodbye note for Sam, Cas, Jody and the girls, and (to Sams surprise) Crowley.

That night Sam hasn’t been able to sleep because he’d been thinking about that day. About Deans recklessness and lack of self preservation. Sam decides it needs to be addressed in a way that wasn’t him just yelling at Dean. So he goes to Deans room. Finds the note and runs to find Dean. When he finds him he rushes him to the nearest hospital and they manage to barely stabilize him.

Sam calls everyone that was on the note to find out why Dean would do such a thing or see if any of them can help. They all come as fast as they can to see them. Of course everyone but Sam managed to notice how bad Dean was getting and inevitably tell Sam exactly what’s been going on. Sam is surprised and guilty but realizes they are right.

To everyone’s surprise Crowley refuses to leave the hospital until Dean is awake. This takes a while. Sam and Dean have a very angsty talk and Sam has to care for him and help him re learn how to care for himself. Also having to earn his trust again after realizing Dean is legitimately scared of him. Happy ending plz!!

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Dean has some explaining to do prompt

So the boys and whoever else (idc who else you put in or what era this is) are hunting an unidentified monster. The monster keeps attacking lgbt+ community member. So Sam being out of the closet as pansexual decides to be bait for a trap. (Or Charlie if you see fitting) dean doesn’t like it but he doesn’t want to tell them why so they still do it. Long story short the monster goes for the gay that’s not in the trap. A.K.A Dean. Who happens to be a closeted bisexual.

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Mama bear prompt

A couple of powerful witches who were abused by their mother now torture and kill bad mothers. They go after Rowena but team free will 2.0 helps her. They have angel grace blockers which block cas and slow down Jack. The older one decides that dean is a bad mother.

Dialog:

Younger witch: he is not a bad mother! He has cared for is baby brother like you cared for me. Been the brother, father and mother. Protected him from their father and monsters alike.

Older witch: yes I know that. But he has neglected the halfling! It is unacceptable!!

Younger witch: if you were tasked to raise the child of someone who hurt you and me as much as he did would it be easy for you?

Older witch: but he is still a child! It is wrong of him to neglect the boy.

Younger witch: he still loves the boy! Can’t you see!! He would protect him with his life like he would the others. He simply has problems showing it.

The older witch overpowers her sister and continues to torture dean in front of his family. This pushes Jack to new levels of angry protective son and he breaks out and saves dean.