still beautiful. still dean winchester

Happy birthday, Dean Winchester🎂

Sometimes I think about the grim acceptance that would settle over Dean when he had to do something horrible. The way he would visibly retreat behind a mask of hard stoicism, the only expression on his face an angry scowl. And I consider how different that is to he was when he got those rare breaks in the awfulness. His sweet softness, that bright smile, the tender way he cared for his loved ones. And it really hits home what a tragedy it was that life dragged Dean Winchester down into the muck because Cas really was right about how he was genuinely the most loving man. Those moments of his true self breaking through like sun through clouds are breathtaking and beautiful. What a shame it was that we only got glimpses of him that way. What an even bigger shame that he only got glimpses too.

Your god comes and he is ordinary and terrible. He confers with the doctors at your kitchen table and tells you to eat your clots, round as peas. You want dessert. You want to deceive him, but he, like you, has eyes, and uses them.