#fuck now i wanna write a dean centric ficlet for each track on that album

[lesbian-dean-winchester]

thinking about teenage dean winchester getting really into the beatles. like he goes to a record shop one day and buys "let it be" on vinyl and when he gets home and starts listening to it, sam is really confused cause this isn't the hard rock or the metal that he's used to coming from his brother.

and dean will tell sam that he's "just getting into the classics" or that some kid at school introduced him to it. but really he's just nostalgic, and he's clinging on to the few memories of his mother he has, trying desperately to know more about her (because we al know their dad wouldn't have told them shit).

and fucking christ can't you just see them? in some dingy little motel in god-knows-where? sitting by the record player that uncle bobby gave dean a long time ago, listening to the beatles. sam with his face buried in some book or another. dean sharpening his pocket knife, because he's been trained to be a soldier now, despite what his mother would've wanted. but he can't help but let his mind wander to the lyrics.

and he goes through every emotion in that one afternoon. because "two of us" is surely written about him and sammy. and "dig it" holds this inexplicable familiarity somehow.

and oh god, a sixteen year old dean winchester hearing "let it be." hearing paul mccartney recall the tale of one long gone mother mary telling him that it's alright. there will be an answer. it's okay. and he cries because he feels, now more than ever, that his mom is there. speaking to him. almost directly to his soul. and he's felt alone so long that he doesn't even know why he's crying, but the tears come anyway and he feels so found.