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this is like a famous painting to me. id go to a museum to admire it

Its been a while, but baby Dean

chalk brushes on black in photo shop

My crush Monday since I feel like sharing😉😉

My wincest fanart for russian Fandom Kombat 2014 (team fandom SPN 2014)

do not forget the patron saint of these weeks that we celebrate ourselves proudly and openly in the streets

her name was Marsha P Johnson, and we have her to thank for so much.

remember, the first Pride was a riot, and she was one of the brave souls who endured it to help carve the path which so many of us walk today. she helped found several activist groups regarding LGBT safety and wellbeing. and she was absolutely radiant, too.

thank you, Marsha. we remember you.

"Non-binary?" Dean asks, eyebrows screwing together.

Sam's heart is racing. They feel a thrum of anxiety running through them, like electricity just under their skin. Nervousness and excitement. Anticipation. They tense to keep from shaking.

"Yeah. Non-binary. It means I don't see myself as a guy, but I also don't see myself as a girl," Sam tries to explain.

"Okay.." Dean says; an acknowledgement more than an understanding, but soft like he's trying. Then, hesitantly, "So... are you going to change your name?"

Sam smiles, small, mouth twitched to one side. "Sam is still fine, but not Samuel. And, uh, my pronouns are they/them."

Dean nods a little; another acknowledgement. But Sam can tell Dean is rearranging things in his head as his forehead smoothes out; accepting. But then Sam can see a bit of worry seep in.

"Can I still call you Sammy?"

The pressure releases and Sam is filled with warmth and the reassuring ache of love for their brother, smile spreading to a grin that dimples both cheeks.

"Only you, De."

Wincest alternate ending here.