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Five Times Dean Was Always a Girl by Teand (PG-13)
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Gen
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
teand
Author Website: Teand’s fic tag
Why this must be read: It’s an intriguing take on how things might have been if one of the Winchesters wasn't a boy. This feels real, it’s not gimmicky or tongue-in-cheek but rather devestating and hard, just like it should be.
"You know why they call me a slut, Sammy? Because they're jealous. They used to call me freak, weirdo until all of a sudden…" She pivoted in front of the mirror, hands stroking down the length of her body.
She'd got pretty over the summer, Sam knew that; he was twelve he wasn't entirely stupid about girls. All that time outside hunting possessed wild pigs in Arizona had bleached her long hair really yellow and the black stuff made her eyes really green and the pink stuff made her lips really, well, there. And well, she was his sister so he wasn't going to think about other stuff but they were there too because wrestling had gotten weird and they'd pretty much stopped.
"Boys notice me now. They want me. What's wrong with taking advantage of that?"
Something was wrong with it. Something that had to do with the way Diana's eyes were glittering but Sam didn't know what.
"I go after what I want. What I want," she repeated as though he'd questioned her. "It's not like anyone could force me to do something I don't want, right?"
"Yeah…" He didn't doubt she could kick the ass of any boy in her school. In the whole stupid town. But still, twelve, he knew what slut meant. "You let boys do things."
"Yeah, I let them. I'm in control, Sam."
"Okay, but Dad…"
"Dad?" Diana cut him off and that was probably a good thing because he didn't know exactly what he'd been going to say. "Dad hasn't really looked at me in years. He's still pretending I'm a boy." She crossed the room, the amulet he'd given her swaying with the movement, and grabbed Sam's shoulder, shaking him playfully. "You're sweet to worry, Sammy, but don't. I don't care what those girls call me, I'm finally getting a chance to have a little fun."
And he'd have believed that except her bright pink fingernails were digging into his shoulder hard enough to hurt.
Five Times Dean Was Always a Girl
Pairing: Gen
Author on LJ:
teandAuthor Website: Teand’s fic tag
Why this must be read: It’s an intriguing take on how things might have been if one of the Winchesters wasn't a boy. This feels real, it’s not gimmicky or tongue-in-cheek but rather devestating and hard, just like it should be.
"You know why they call me a slut, Sammy? Because they're jealous. They used to call me freak, weirdo until all of a sudden…" She pivoted in front of the mirror, hands stroking down the length of her body.
She'd got pretty over the summer, Sam knew that; he was twelve he wasn't entirely stupid about girls. All that time outside hunting possessed wild pigs in Arizona had bleached her long hair really yellow and the black stuff made her eyes really green and the pink stuff made her lips really, well, there. And well, she was his sister so he wasn't going to think about other stuff but they were there too because wrestling had gotten weird and they'd pretty much stopped.
"Boys notice me now. They want me. What's wrong with taking advantage of that?"
Something was wrong with it. Something that had to do with the way Diana's eyes were glittering but Sam didn't know what.
"I go after what I want. What I want," she repeated as though he'd questioned her. "It's not like anyone could force me to do something I don't want, right?"
"Yeah…" He didn't doubt she could kick the ass of any boy in her school. In the whole stupid town. But still, twelve, he knew what slut meant. "You let boys do things."
"Yeah, I let them. I'm in control, Sam."
"Okay, but Dad…"
"Dad?" Diana cut him off and that was probably a good thing because he didn't know exactly what he'd been going to say. "Dad hasn't really looked at me in years. He's still pretending I'm a boy." She crossed the room, the amulet he'd given her swaying with the movement, and grabbed Sam's shoulder, shaking him playfully. "You're sweet to worry, Sammy, but don't. I don't care what those girls call me, I'm finally getting a chance to have a little fun."
And he'd have believed that except her bright pink fingernails were digging into his shoulder hard enough to hurt.