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╰ ➤ ⋆˚ 🎞 ˖° ❝ marie winchester headcanons ❞

homegirl has a stomach of iron. born from giving all her snacks to sam and dean as a kid and scrounging around for scraps on her own time, marie will eat just about anything. sam has an aneurysm everytime marie insists "it's fine if you just cut off the moldy part!"

marie can't sleep without noise. i don't think she'd listen to things like white noise or asmr, she just makes her own. marie always has a fan running or the tv on ( her favorite sleeping shows in the early seasons were probably crime documentaries, but older marie favors more hallmark-y type films and shows. )

her love language is quality time and acts of service. marie didn't get much attention in her childhood, so doing something like watching tv with her brothers or playing stupid road games means a lot to her. she also loves going halfsies on meals ( her and dean usually pick two things they want to try and then split them down the center. )

marie takes an absurdly long time in the bathroom, not because she needs to, but because it irritates sam and dean to no end. every shower is an everything shower when you're the only girl in the family and no one can bust in. she also makes it her personal mission to use all the hot water ( vengeance, she calls it. sam and dean just call it annoying. )

speaking of showers, marie ranks hotel shampoos and soaps. as a kid it was sort of just a pass time, but it persisted into adulthood as a habit. the list isn't written down anywhere, but her all time favorite is a cherry scented one from illinois, though she has yet to stumble across that one again. her close second is head & shoulders 2 in 1 green apple.

has never worn a bathing suit in her life. she flat out refuses. not because she's uncomfortable or self-conscious, just because she doesn't see a point. why spend money on a bathing suit when regular work and wash just fine? she usually wears shorts and a t-shirt into any given body of water.

marie knows how to fish in theory, but would actually rather die than sit around waiting. bobby tried to get her to be his fishing buddy, but her only interest was in eating his snacks and swimming in the rivers and ponds. it always scared the fish away, but bobby didn't complain too much.

john ditched marie at bobby's more often than he ditched the boys. at first marie loathed bobby, she thought he was the devil, blamed him babysitting her when she could be out hunting monsters with the men of her family. the first couple months of this arrangement were hell, lots of kicking and punching and crying, but if anyone considered bobby their dad first, it was marie.

marie has a favorite brother and will admit it without shame- it's sam. it's sort of a no brainer, really, sam is her twin. sam gets her on a level no one else is capable of. they're the winchester siblings who got away, the winchester siblings with the demon blood in them, the winchester siblings who lost their apple pie lives and spend the rest of their lives fighting for normalcy they'll never find. sam understands her, even when she does something shitty and stupid and selfish, and marie tries to do the same, yet sometimes on dark nights and on long car rides, marie can't help but resent him.

he got everything she wanted as a kid. he got dad's attention, he got to be involved with hunting, he got to exist without being likened to mary every five seconds. he got into stanford, lived a nice, fancy life in california. marie had none of that, so to her, him losing jessica and losing stanford was fate setting them even. if she can't have her normal life, he can't have his. it's only fair, isn't it? she doesn't voice this though, not ever, because when she really listens to herself, really thinks about how awful that actually sounds, she starts to feel sick.

marie's recollection of her childhood isn't always one hundred percent faithful. she's angry, she's rotten and she's mad and sometimes that makes it hard for her to see. every warm hug john ever gave her, every time she found comfort and safety in the smell of oil and leather and booze is forgotten. marie forgets it, ignores it, in favor of her anger, simply because it's easier. rage is something she can cling onto and make sense of. it's easier to make john a villain than to try to understand him, marie figures. it hurts less.

marie makes fake playlists full of songs dean hates with a passion and passes them off as her honest to god music taste. this isn't necessarily true per say (marie will listen to anything, ) but the look on dean's face as he starts a fifteen minute rant and drowns out his own music is priceless. "little victories, sammy." marie insists, smacking sam on the shoulder when he asks why exactly she keeps doing it. he doesn't think it's a very good answer, but marie always looks especially pleased with herself.

whenever it's cold out, marie likes drawing on the impala. she'll draw smiley faces on windows and cats on the snow covered hood. ( dean complains about this a lot, but finds himself really missing it after she dies. ) marie also likes leaving horrifying messages on bathroom mirrors, that way when the boys take a shower, it reappears on the steam covered glass. they never find it particularly funny, but she gets a kick out of it.

marie's fic is here if anyone is interested!