Cursed object, Sam.
abundantly sad because this just another example of all the desires and interests dean was forced to ignore and sublimate in order to be the ‘kind of man’ his father expected him to be and sometimes my heart just breaks for the child that dean was never allowed to be the child that probably had divorced parents sure because john and mary’s marriage wasn’t doing great before she died but he probably lived with his mom and his little brother and he got to take ballet lessons because he wanted to and ended up being pretty good and getting a lot of balance and strength out of it which helped for things like LARPing and he was kind of a huge geek in school but he did really well in class because dean winchester has read things like the odyssey and kurt vonnegut carefully enough to be able to reference them easily and he actually did remember when Sam was talking about the Roanoke colony so he listened in history class and he is amazing at electronics and physics and mechanics because he made his own EMF meter out of a wakman and can fix cars like there’s no tomorrow and he goes to star trek conventions and plays dungeons and dragons with his friends benny and charlie and he’s fairly openly bisexual and okay with it and he’s far from perfect he’s still never quite sure if he’s good enough and he’s over protective of his little brother and he sometimes tries too hard and struggles with his identity and stuff because his dad told him he had to look after sammy and be a big boy right before he moved away and his dad isn’t really in his life because he has a new family in minnesota but he’s got an unofficial dad/uncle in Bobby Singer and Ellen is pretty much like an aunt and Jo is like a sister to him and he’s maybe a little bit in love with the awkward guy Cas but they’re friends and it’s never going to go anywhere
Had to hunt you down a bit to find the source of those tags, but I’m glad I did. I’m so using that scenario for my DeanCas BigBang fic. (It’s all in a dream/wish sequence, though. One of Dean’s perfect places for himself that he needs to overcome to fight Oberon.)
“Meh.” It wasn’t that he didn’t want to go to college, but Sam deserved it, the little annoying genius, and there was no way Mary could pay for the both of them with her LPN salary. “Maybe a community college. I have no rush. Save the college fund for Sam.” The college fund was a running joke. Currently, it was $137.50 in a jar, subject to emergency withdrawals. Although the emergency withdrawals had been fewer since he got his job, not the least because he got to eat leftover diner food, and sometimes could take some home, too. Two growing teenagers could eat a lot, and it always made him feel ill at ease to eat the last of anything at home. (Charlie never mooched. She knew, even if she didn’t say anything. Sam’s preppy friends had no idea. Dean often wondered what they thought of Sam’s hand-me-downs and second hand clothes.)
(Yes, they’re poor. But he’s still happy. And geeky.)
“What up, bitches,” Charlie greeted them at the school yard, hand held up in a Vulcan salute.
“What up, sis,” Dean replied, high-fiving her, the Vulcan way.
“You two couldn’t get more geeky if you tried,” Sam said, embarrassed. “Not even when you were doing ballet, Dean.”
“Ballet was awesome. I can still kick your ass while _en pointe_.”
