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SPN LADIES GRAPHICS CHALLENGE brosinlove vs spookydanneel ↳ portrait in black

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the 'dean and cas are claire's dads' thing freaks me out, like no??? dude a killed her dad and dude b killed the person she percieved as another father figure (even though he was a dick and totally deserved it), like idk it's not some dad hungergames where the person who kills the most dads gets to be the alpha dad

exactly!! like, i sometimes like aus where cas is the actual biological father of claire, or where he (/and dean) gain custody of her, but in canon??? no way uh uh.

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Dean Winchester + Pastel lumberjack please (you dont have to do it obv but it was the first thing that came to my mind) thank you

dean will never, ever, admit it in a million years - yo ucould sling him back on the rack and fucking lucifer himself couldn't drag it out of him - but he's sort of envious of sam. kind of. in the dumbest, not remotely envious-est way possible.

because sam has the literal worst sense of fashion, ever. back in the old days, when they just got the band back togheter, at least he had the excuse of living at college, where fashion goes to die. sam had worn those hoodies to death, and once they were too thin to be of any more use, he decided that the next reasonable course of action would be to rob a fucking l.l. bean, of course.

the flannel. dean /hates/ the fucking flannel. well, sort of. dean hates the fucking color schemes of sam's flannel. really, sam? yellow and blue? moldy orange and barfy green? it's just sad. pathetic. all that stanford education and all that latin committed by heart and college boy doesn't even have the space in that big brain of his to store a color wheel? so sad.

now dean? dean's got style, obviously. there's not much that can go wrong with jeans, a leather jacket, and a band tshirt, no matter how thin his '77 tour shirt grows. but still - dean looks at sam and his utterly hideous flannel every day until he's dizzy enough to vomit, what a fucking waste. just - what a waste of perfectly good fabric, honestly.

so, once while they're in maine and sam is k.o. on some whisky, dean steals away to the l.l. bean flagship store, only 30 minutes down the road and open 24/7. usually he wouldn't bother with mainstream retail, but this is a special occasion. and it certainly feels special while dean draws his hand across the soft flannel, wandering aimlessly from one rack to the next, until, finally. finally, he finds his prize. light blue and pink and minty green, it's perfect. one hundred percent stunning. its the first legitimate purchase dean has made probably in about two years, and he drives back to the motel in triumphant, comfortable pride, wrapped up in his beautiful, glorious, pastel flannel.

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