butch!dean winchester never really minded people assuming she was a boy, but also never thought to be a boy herself. she just wanted to appear masculine, to be the protector her father raised her to be. plus the idea of guys thinking she was up for a night of being their toy to throw around always left a sour taste in her mouth. she likes it much more when theyâre intimidated by the idea of her. the girl who can out drink any man in a bar, kill anything that breathes differently, and sweep their girls right out of their arms. not that she has a reason to take them since you stole her beating heart.
butch!dean is protective of you to an unhealthy amount. she knows you can take care of yourself in worst case scenarios but youâre her girl, itâs her default to look out for you. beware of the oil-stained hands that will always find their way to you. hand on the waist, fingers digging into your thigh, groping your ass through your back pocket. she falls asleep with her hand on your breast every single night youâre together, as if they exist for her comfort. sheâs gotta protect the goods of her baby. she also can and will punch like a girl, meaning sheâll break anyoneâs fucking nose for giving you a wrong look.
butch!dean canât fucking stand having long hair. anything long enough to slide behind her ear makes her antsy for a haircut. the first time growing her hair out since she was four was for you. a low mullet that she hated after a month of having it and went back to her ivy league haircut the second you left for a solo hunt. she made up for it in various ways after you came back though. she couldnât dare have her pretty lady pouty the whole time they were together. dean made sure her apology was very accepted.
butch!dean is the biggest giver on planet earth. she goes down on you like a starved dog to scraps. thereâs never been a time where you havenât received at least two orgasms from her mouth alone in the same night. she treats your pussy like her own girl. sweet talk to your cunt exclusively when her tongueâs not shoved into your wet hole. her favorite is when youâre sitting on her face. all her senses honed in the magnificent pussy practically suffocating her. deanâs nose pressed firmly against your swollen clit while she slurps your pussy like a deprived animal.
butch!dean mourns that she canât fuck a baby into you. she only really uses a strap-on when her breeding kink goes crazy. get ready for a pathetic string of âgonna make you round with my kids, sweetheart. fuck biology,â and âgod, youâre gonna make such a good mommy, honeyâ while your spent hole continues to get pounded by her cock. then afterwards sheâll rub your cunts together until you see god. on more than one of these occasions, she has squirted onto your used hole while scissoring and acted like sheâs finally loaded you up with her kids.
transfemme!sam winchester never got the same luxury as dean to express herself before college. being more masculine was one thing, but to transition into a girl didnât seem like something her father would ignore. and her gender was one thing sam never wanted to fight about. though when she stares in the mirror and asks herself what type of girl has her broad shoulders and height, she scolds herself for not being able to handle telling her father that samuel was wrong. but she canât rewrite the past, she just has to accept the constant competition of who will come out victorious between the razor and her body hair, and searching high and low for skirts that complement her shy hips.
