David Wong - John Dies At The End
so i think i have genderfluid!sam figured out. but i am still learning about gender identity, so if i say or use any terms incorrectly… please tell me. educate me.
anyway, i was just writing this thing from dean’s POV. a little pre-sastiel thing. maybe could turn into more? should i continue this one or just keep doing the little one shots?
Dean had never had a problem with Sam’s slipping and sliding gender, but he was aware that other people often did. They’d known without saying anything that it was not something to be brought up around Dad or shoved in his face. In one of the public schools they attended, Sam had actually gotten a detention for asking the wrong questions in a sex ed class in the Bible Belt. Even at Stanford, in the liberal state of California, Sam’s girlfriend had laughed and didn’t even believe that Sam could feel or be anything but the male that she wanted him to be.
Dean was used to being the only person Sam was able to let go around. The only person with whom Sam was totally comfortable in his or her skin.
So he noticed right away when that changed. When another individual became one of Sam’s trusted.
He didn’t expect it to be an angel, especially the angel who Sam once feared because he thought he was ‘too dirty to be in the presence of such pure grace’ (Sam’s words, not his). But after the little angel loosened up a bit and let the stick fall from his ass, he became a little more approachable.
He saw how much those two nerds had in common. After they’d become comfortable enough with each other, they both discovered a love of knowledge. Both dispensing and absorbing, it seemed. Eventually, to Dean’s relief, they stopped needing Dean as a buffer.
During that time, Sam had either been around Cas as male or agender. Neither of which he thought Castiel actually noticed. It’s not like Sam or Dean had told him and Dean often used male pronouns when Sam felt in between the binary genders.
The day that Sam came out of the bathroom of their motel room in leggings, a skirt, and a hippie looking shirt with a casual “hey” to their personal angel was the day that Dean knew Sam had let someone else into his little circle of trust.
What happened next almost blew Dean’s mind. Absolutely nothing. It was as if Castiel had no clue what gender or society’s general expectations of gender were. Of course, after he’d thought about it, it made sense. Angels didn’t really have genders. They just inhabited bodies of different sexes.
And seeing the two of them just sitting there, side by side, speaking softly and comparing ideas about whatever they were researching, Dean had the best idea ever. It came to his mind so fast that he almost choked on his coffee.
"Dean, you okay?" Sam’s lilting feminine voice sounded as both she and Castiel paused to stare.
"Uh.. yeah. I just… went down the wrong pipe." He smiled and took a slow sip, to make his point.
When Cas and Sam went back to their discussion, Dean’s smile became a mischievous grin. He was going to play matchmaker for his two geeks.
[What, missed me??? You’re so sweet friend come here and let me hug you forever! And I’ve been on my rp blogs recently which is why it’s been super slow on here lately….XD]