This scene is so fucking pivotal for Dean’s sexuality, Destiel, and for accurate queer representation in the media. release-your-inhibitions said it best: That’s the moment when it clicked in his head that you can be gay and still be manly.
Dean has grown and changed so much since season one, where he was basically just a clone of his dad and all he cared about was making John happy, but it was obvious that he was still struggling with reconciling that Dean with who he his now. He’s trying to find a middle ground where he can express himself through clothes and LARPing and such but still feel like he’s “manly” and tough. I think he needed to see this. Needed to see that two men can be romantically involved and still be masculine. That your sexuality doesn’t have to dictate how you act or how you dress. It doesn’t have to be flamboyant and obvious. It can just be a part of who you are without changing your whole personality. I think he’s finally realized that. And that’s beautiful.
I also think it’s just amazing that Supernatural manged hit the nail on the head (again) with having gay characters whose whole personalities weren’t about being gay. Here you have these two very “masculine” men watching a show about hunting and drinking beer. And they’re gay. They’re not dressed head to toe in pride gear singing Broadway and shooting rainbows out of their asses. They’re just two regular guys who happen to be gay. That’s just really amazing to me.
Figured I ought to post the whole thing, so. YEAH I WROTE A THING, a Dean/Cas thing because fanart and a need for fanfic have eaten me alive. The link to the fanart is in the fic itself, and now I’m going to go back to reblogging a million different things on tumblr and hiding in a tiny corner of the fandom with half-written fics.
They’re together long enough that they move around each other with the kind of ease that he remembers John and Mary having, two people who’ve been together so long that they move like one well-oiled machine.
Well, the person who normally works with newly-deceased Donald Westerly on his Thursday night bartending shifts is working — surprise surprise — tomorrow on Thursday, so that means Dean is now needlessly dressed in a suit and at a bar with Cas, waiting on Sam’s news from the morgue, while tonight’s bartender is making bedroom eyes at Cas.
“Definitely a wraith, though,” he mutters under his breath to Cas, taking a sip of whiskey. “An entry wound like that?”
“A kitsune would have produced a similar mark,” Cas reminds him snidely, and knocks back the entirety of his (seventh) drink in one go. Dean cringes.