Last week, I saw a Matryoshka standing at some cupboard in our house and I couldn’t stop thinking about it. Eventually, I came up with the idea of Dean Winchester as one of those thingys. I mean, come on. It fits perfectly. The soldier Dean was made by his father at the outside and all the layers of his personality hidden inside. Behind the soldier, there’s a happy Dean, beyond this mask he’s broken. And deep, deep down he’s just a boy that could never be a child, with no mother and an abusive father. The only things he’s ever had were Sam, Cas and his Impala. And that makes me damn sad. So, I used my, not-so-much awesome Photoshop abilities to make Dean a Matryoshka.

















