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"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.