#asexual dean winchester

[demons-i-get]

Happy Pride Month!!!

Friendly reminder that Dean Winchester is trans! Ftm! He's also biromantic and sex-positive asexual <3

Adjacent friendly reminder that Castiel is queer, nonbinary (he/him), and sex-neutral asexual <3

[solarmidnight]

Bisexual Dean is great, yes, but I am obsessed with the idea that Dean's been asexual this whole time and didn't realise it.

[somewheregold-blog]

dean winchester and claire novak are asexuals

[anundyingfidelity]

(drawing too)

[were-wolverine]

*headcanons your ‘hyper-sexualized by the fandom’ character as asexual*

[phrysic]

happy pride month but im ace so everyone in spn is on the ace/aro spec now

[wlrsna]

the beauty of aroaces characters that have SO MUCH love, that irradiates care on they own special way, that love the people around them SO SO SO MUCH that they can't barely say a word about it-

[angrycmo]

so like does anybody actually write anything but smut bc i swear to god its all i see

[moonage-nightterrors]

don’t worry, me being aromantic and asexual does not stop me from being absolutely unhinged about destiel

[nostalgicbones]

depollute me, gentle angel

and i’ll feel the sickness less and less

come and kiss me, pretty baby

like we’ll never have sex

// aspec destiel

( youtube | my amvs )

[rboy-support]

This is not normal. Palestinian college students my age or in many cases even younger should not have to be online 24/7 advocating for their families just so they have some money to buy food and buy a tent after a drone strike destroyed their old tent. . Please don't be sensitive to this. There is an onslaught of atrocities committed by Israel every day, but we must continue to stand up for the Palestinians.

the students on my dash… they’re all so young they have aspirations they have hopes. but now they need to wake up at the crack of dawn to line up at the food distribution center not knowing if there’s a sniper somewhere watching them. this is horrific.

I return to this article today, September 12, after the Israeli occupation forces bombed Gaza City countless times. The warplanes continued their trend of targeting family homes and densely populated tent areas. At least 20 people were killed, and dozens were injured.

My friend Ahed (checked number 407 here) has a goal that she wants to reach, approximately 80 thousand euros. Now, she has collected 6852 dollars, which has not even reached the price of the goal.

help this family to their goal 80K as soon as possible, I implore you. the family has no money to buy food next week, this is a big source of anxiety for Ahed’s family.

only TWO donations in the past day. €6852 / €80000 goal as of September 12.

[zer0expektation]

ykw, romantic destiel is fun and all, but have yall considered QPR destiel??

because to me, in My head (as the coolest and silliest aroace around), a queer platonic relationship is "not quite romantic, not quite platonic, but a cooler secret third thing that is only for us and maybe won't make sense to many if anyone else" - which like,, I think fits destiel soo much better

(and maybe I just wanna spread my demiro/ace!Dean & aro/grayace!Cas propaganda....)

[speggehti]

happy pride to these freaks !! (plus redraw)

trans sam and dean make me so joy

i love being able to see my progress as well. these are only a year apart but look at me go !!!

[anundyingfidelity]

BLIND COLORS — Dean Winchester

Summary: Dean finally makes a confession, but you don't feel the same way.

Pairing: Dean x female!asexual reader.

Word count: 1k.

Notes: this is part of @artyandink Jensen's drabble marathon. 🫶 as an ace girl I think it was good to start with an ace reader as well, I don't know if someone has wrote about this before but I just wanted to do it. This is based on my own personal experience as an ace and how I feel and see it, we're kind of ignored everywhere so just trying to make us more visible I guess? Hope I did it justice anyway and happy pride month to everyone! <3

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There has been an unresolved tension between you and Dean. The only problem was that you didn't really notice that. But Sam, on the other hand, did, and he was wondering if you would ever realize how attracted to you his brother was.

It was just a case, like any other, that you were working on together. A poltergeist that had appeared in a small town you were driving near by and of course, you had to stop before at least you got home. The same things as always happening: going undercover, interviewing any witnesses, getting clues, reading some old stuff, calling Bobby for help...

So you found yourself invested on research with the Winchesters in complete, utter silence in their motel room. It was already dark and you had no dinner yet. You heard Sam turning off his laptop and getting up the couch until he walked towards you and Dean, sitting in the dinning table reading and marking stuff in old documents.

"It's late already, I'll go grab something to eat," Sam said, looking at you and then turning his gaze to his brother for more than a couple of seconds.

Dean shifted in his seat, realizing he had to be alone with you. Again.

During the past few weeks, Dean had been thinking on how to confess his feelings for you, and Sam was actually encouraging him to do it whenever it was fit. You were pretty chill with cases, even the difficult ones, and this was just another job for you. A love confession wouldn't harm, would it?

Thing was that Dean didn't want to ruin your friendship, and you seemed too naive to understand the subtext between his attempts at hitting on you and constant flirting, or the way he would remark suggestive things. You just laughed back at him and continued with your life, and maybe he had to do something.

He cleared his throat after his chain of thoughts, staring at you for a moment and then going back to Sam. "A cheese hamburger will work for me."

"I think a sandwich is good," you said. "Thanks."

"Alright, I'll be back soon," Sam announced and he gave a last glance at his brother, communicating in a way they only knew.

As always, you didn't pay attention to what was going on, instead, you went back to mark something in your notebook while checking an old file. Sam left the room and you were alone with Dean. Quickly, you were so invested on your notes that he began to think it was a bad idea. But he had to try.

"Hey, can I talk to you about something?" Dean asked. You lifted up your gaze to see him.

"Go ahead."

He shifted uncomfortably, but smiled nonetheless and pursed his lips in a tight line before speaking.

"I, uhm, I feel that I have to tell you that... I like you. Like a lot, a damn lot. We've known each other for years, and I- I don't know, it just happened. I'm very attracted to you and been trying to find a way for you to notice that, but I guess I might just have to tell you straight away."

The whole time his voice was calm and soft, and you found yourself looking directly into his deep, green eyes as he confessed. And then, you actually noticed the change in Dean. He stopped hooking with random women in bars, stopped flirting with them in front of you, and instead, he would flirt with you and then remark sexual stuff. But you didn't see him that way, at least not the sex part. For you, it was almost irrelevant, even though Dean was a very handsome man you just couldn't bring yourself to feel sexually attracted to him, nor anyone.

"Dean, I like you but... Is not like that for me," you said in a whisper.

He blinked a couple of times as his softened eyes remained on yours. "What do you mean?"

"I'm not... I'm not sexually attracted to you. Or anyone, is just- I don't know how to explain it, but sex isn't everything to me. I just don't get to feel it," you began, but afraid he might judge you, you continued. "Is like I'm blind to a color, I can't see it. I can't see the point on that, and I cannot give it to you if that's what you're looking for."

Dean had a look on his face you couldn't decode. You knew he wasn't probably used to being turned down, but it was the truth. You never really fit into that. He finally gave a nod, slowly with a soft smile.

"Okay, I understand that. I just wanted you to know, I'm sorry, I didn't want to mess up our friendship."

"You didn't, trust me. I think you're the first person to not judge what I feel anyway," you said, smiling as well but looking away.

"Why would I do that? It's your choice, I mean, is perfectly fine."

"It's not really a choice for me, you know, I can't feel it. Really, it never has grown in me, and a lot of people have judged me for that... I don't need to find the right person to feel like a complete woman, is just who I am and that's alright."

Dean smiled more for himself this time. That was the reason he liked you so much. You didn't give a crap about anything and you were just you, and he loved that from you.

"I understand that. You being you is what has drawn me to you," he said and you chuckled softly. Even when you turned him down, he would still try. "I'd like to know more about it, if it's okay."

"You'd like to?" you asked with a playful voice, and sounding surprised. "Really?"

He shrugged. "I've met gays, lesbians, trans people who are great... What's with understanding one more?"

"Right," you nodded. "We don't really fit the norm, do we?"

"You don't have to. I told you, I like you like this," he said, proudly.

There was a heat covering your cheeks at how he looked at you. Maybe you didn't experience a physical attraction in regard to sex, but how about falling in love with someone? You had such a long time without letting your feelings flourish.

"Thank you, I like you a lot too."

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@thesilmarillionblog

@onlyangel-444

@daisy-the-quake

@jackles010378

@cassieriddle713

@deans-spinster-witch

@feyresqueen

@drasticemotions

@stoneyggirl2

@sapnaploves

[decapodparty]

jokes aside i always thought it was worth noting that the second dean found real bonds outside of his family he pretty much gave up sex when on screen (until he was a demon but thats a whole can of worms). the moment a steady cast of supporting characters comes in, dean drops the womanizer act like it was burning him up. for simplicity’s sake id say the first long-lasting supporting character we get that isn’t familial would be cas, and sometime around season 5 we no longer see dean hopping bars, bragging about what he’ll do that night. there’s obviously slice girls (s7), but aside from that iirc the only times dean is in a bar, it’s to talk or to drink. as the seasons go on and we collect a small cast of semi-longstanding allies who aren’t even implied to be romantic interests (jody, charlie, kevin, garth, etc), dean’s supposedly salacious nature disappears like it never existed. he makes jokes sometimes but, really, from what i remember, any pursuit of a night out with a stranger is pretty much eviscerated from any on-screen dialogue as early as s5 or 6.

and THEN to open the demon dean ordeal- it’s really interesting that the moment he drops his connections, he goes back to his early season tendencies. it feels like with him, he either has sex or personal bonds, and when friends appear sex is dropped pretty much entirely. personally i choose to interpret it as dean preferring fulfillment from close bonds, and not truly caring for sex as much as the viewer is led to believe.

[ladylilithprime]

Day 26: Enchanted

CASTIEL WAS NOT in bed when Sam woke that morning. This wasn't exactly unusual - the Seraph didn't stay over at the Bunker every night, not since the renegotiation of angelic duties with the new leadership of Heaven accounting for a Divinely Sanctioned human mate and the resumption of those duties involving spending at least some time in Heaven doing things Castiel didn't always want to talk about later - but most nights that Castiel was in the Bunker and their bed when Sam went to sleep then he would usually wake up to find Castiel right beside him, watching him wake up with softly glowing eyes and a tender expression. Sam always felt a little embarrassed by that, especially since he knew that Castiel's presence in the bed was deliberate; the angel didn't sleep, and would frequently take the opportunity once Sam was out and unlikely to succumb to nightmares to read or investigate the store rooms in the Bunker for things that would or could be dangerous for a human to handle and catalog them properly. It was part of their morning ritual for Castiel to review those discoveries with Sam, and Dean if he was awake and present, over breakfast and coffee. The only times Castiel didn't come to bed before Sam woke were when something was dangerous or preoccupying enough that the angel waited with the artifact to give both brothers a thorough report on it before leaving to acquire the necessary components to securely store or destroy it.

Therefore, knowing that he had gone to bed with Castiel stroking his hair and softly reading The Wizard of OZ aloud as he fell asleep, Sam was only mildly concerned to wake up alone. That concern increased as he shuffled out the door towards the kitchen and became aware of Dean's voice raised in aggression and the growl of Castiel answering him. Castiel's voice sounded a little off, too, and there was an added layer to the subharmonics that Sam had started being able to hear after their Bond was solemnized that meant his mate was getting very frustrated with whatever Dean was complaining about. Sam tried not to groan - it was too early to play mediator! - but he scrubbed his hands over his face and forced his feet to carry him the rest of the way into the kitchen.

"Morning, Dean. Morning, Cas," Sam yawned, peering through the fall of his hair at his brother and his mate. Dean looked almost comical, caught between murderous and baffled as he stood on one side of the kitchen holding a frying pan up in a threatening gesture. Castiel, on the other hand, looked more tired than anything, arms crossed and eyes blinking slowly, the agitated ruffle of feathers in those massive wings smoothing out and fanning open in welcome as Sam approached. Blue eyes met his and Sam obligingly ducked his head to greet his mate with the silently requested kiss as they usually shared. "So what did you find in the store rooms this time?"

"What the hell, Sam?!" Dean exploded, waving his frying pan in a wide arc. "That ain't Cas!"

"I think I'm capable of recognizing my own mate, jerk," Sam huffed as he rolled his eyes, though now that he thought about it the body fitting itself neatly against his side did feel slighter than the late Jimmy Novak, and there hadn't been the familiar tickle of stubble against his chin when they had kissed. Had he needed to duck his head more than usual? Sam turned back to Castiel and made himself really focus, filtering through the sight of his mate's upturned Face to look at the flesh and bone form Castiel wore. He blinked. "New vessel, or something in the Bunker?"

"As I was attempting to explain to Dean," Castiel said with a huff that Sam absently noted sounded a lot like him only higher in pitch, "The artifact I encountered in the third most store room last night has altered my physical appearance. I would speculate that it also has an external dissociative component to the enchantment as, despite being told repeatedly who I am, he continues to disbelieve me."

"And I recognize you because...?"

"You are not attempting to identify me by my physical appearance," Castiel explained, one hand gesturing up and down to indicate the changed stature and gracefully feminine curves Sam could just make out beneath the T-shirt and sweatpants that had been borrowed for bed the night before. "This does not confuse you because you rarely look at my Vessel anymore, and the enchantment was only enacted upon a physical level."

"Makes sense," Sam nodded. Bonding with Castiel had given him the ability to perceive his mate's True Form, and after the initial adjustment to seeing the huge wings and Castiel's real, actual Face, Sam had gotten used to just seeing Castiel instead of "Castiel in his Jimmy suit", as Dean put it. Speaking of his brother, Sam looked over at Dean and raised his eyebrows. "Dude, relax. If you can't bring yourself to believe this really is Castiel, can you at least trust that I wouldn't be this comfortable around a complete stranger?"

"Fair enough," Dean admitted after a moment of silence, lowering the frying pan. "So what do we do to fix this and get Cas back?"

Sam looked back down at Castiel, who... winced.

"There was a manual, of sorts, for the artifact," the angel admitted, bringing one hand up to shove back through much longer than usual dark hair. "The language was rather frustratingly euphemistic and, predictably, rather outdated by modern standards, but the purpose and properties of the artifact were cataloged."

"So, a very old artifact, clearly if euphemistically labeled, possibly made by the Men of Letters themselves, and changes the physical sex of a person's body with an added dissociation element to not connect the new body fully with the original person," Sam summarized with a thoughtful frown. There was an answer there, one his still-tired brain wasn't quite able to reach for, and that clearly made Castiel uncomfortable to talk about. Coffee was definitely still needed, because at this rate he wasn't going to be much help.

"Oh, shit," Dean muttered, the frying pan falling to the floor from his abruptly lax grip with a loud clang. "Don't tell me it's a sex thing!"

"Very well," Castiel deadpanned, and fell silent.

"Oh come on!" Dean groaned when it became obvious what Castiel was doing. He scrubbed a hand over his face and bent to pick up the frying pan. "Okay, fine. Freaky sex totem for a bunch of repressed research nerds who took the Men of Letters part too seriously for too damn long. How do we reverse it?"

"The artifact is designed to reverse itself within forty-eight hours, provided the person... affected... engages in coitus within that time frame," Castiel explained stiffly. "Otherwise, the condition will persist for a further week, and then another further week until the sexual requirement has been fulfilled. The purpose of the artifact was not meant for a permanent transformation, but was intended for purely recreational purposes."

There was a moment of silence while both Sam and Dean processed that statement, that Castiel was going to be stuck in this enchantment-altered body until that body was used for sex. Well, Sam thought, there was the possibility of going out and finding a different vessel, leaving the enchanted body of Jimmy Novak empty and female in the Bunker-- nope, that wasn't going to work, for more reasons than just Castiel's preference to retain a vessel that had been released completely without an attendant soul being taken from his or her life. So, sex it was, even though Castiel was asexual and Sam--

At length, Dean heaved a heavy sigh and said what best summed up the situation. "Well, fuck."