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SPN Pride Week Day 1: Coming Out / Flags

I'm so excited for this event! I really liked this little drabble and I hope the folx over at @spnprideweek like it too <3

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“Hey Dean,” Jack says timidly while Dean’s cooking omelettes. “Can I talk to you after breakfast?” He glances around the kitchen, where Sam is shredding cheese and Cas is making coffee. “Alone?”

Dean’s a little taken by surprise – he hasn’t exactly been the best to the kid in the past – but he smiles and places a hand on his shoulder. “Sure thing, kiddo.”

Jack looks relieved, visibly relaxing. “Thanks, Dean!” he says cheerfully and goes to sit at the table.

Breakfast is a calm affair, as it usually is. Dean doesn’t spike his coffee with booze anymore; being with Cas has broken him of that habit. Jack steals a sip of Sam’s coffee, like he does every morning (since Sam can’t resist the kid) and makes his grossed-out face when he doesn’t like it, the same way he does every morning. It’s beautiful, honestly, the routine that they’ve created together in the peaceful mornings on their little lake house. It’s something Dean never imagined he’d be allowed to have.

They leave Sam and Cas to clean the table and walk into Jack’s room. Jack won’t make eye contact with Dean, shuffling his feet and rubbing his shirt to calm himself. “You okay, kid?” Dean asks.

Jack glances at him furtively, then looks back at the floor. “I don’t think I’m a boy,” he says. Dean tilts his head.

“Okay,” he replies easily. “Are you a girl?”

“I don’t know yet,” Jack mumbles. “But I don’t think so. I think I’m something else. Something… other. I feel like the only way I can describe it is angel. Like, I’m an angel, and that is my gender.”

Dean furrows his brow and nods. “Well, I’ve never heard of that before, but that doesn’t mean it doesn’t exist. Wanna look it up?”

Jack looks up at him with excitement glistening in his eyes. “Yeah!” he exclaims excitedly. Dean sits down at Jack’s laptop with Jack standing behind him, looking over his shoulder, and types ‘angelgender’ into the Google search bar.

It brings up a page from the LGBTA Wiki | Fandom, followed by a tumblr tag. Dean chooses to ignore tumblr and opts for the Wiki.

“‘Angelgender’,” he reads, “‘is a gender identity for neurodivergent people’ – what does neurodivergent mean?”

Jack glances at him. “I think it’s autism and ADHD and stuff. Like your brain doesn’t work the same way as most people’s.”

“Oh,” Dean says. “Well, you’re pretty autistic, so I guess that’s okay then.”

Jack looks confused. “What do you mean?”

“Sam and I have been doing research on it, and it turns out you take after your dad. We haven’t had you officially screened yet but we’re pretty sure you have autism. We can get you screened officially if you want.”

“Yeah, that’d be nice,” Jack says happily. Dean smiles and puts a hand on his arm for a moment before going back to the Wiki page.

“‘Angelgender is a gender identity for neurodivergent people that is connected to angels. It was primarily intended for autistic people and people with delusions, though any neurodivergent person can use it. It can be a gender based in religion or based in media, as long as it's based around angels. It can be an umbrella term for other angel-related genders. It is also the opposite of Devilgender.’ That’s pretty cool. Do you think it describes your experience?”

Jack nods. “That’s perfect! That’s exactly what my gender feels like.”

“I like that flag,” Dean muses. “Do you like it?”

Jack grins. “It’s pretty. I love it.”

“I’m gonna buy you a pin with that on it. What pronouns do you want to use?”

“He is okay for right now, but maybe I’ll change them later. I’m exploring pronouns that are outside of the trinary.”

Dean grins. “You’re such a smart kid,” he murmurs. “Now, let’s look into something else real quick…”

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“Sam! Castiel!” Jack bounds down the stairs from the entrance to the living room. “Look what I have!”

He spins in a circle, his brand new cape twirling behind him. Sam stops him and reaches out to grab the material.

It’s a pride flag. A yellow stripe, a white stripe, a purple stripe, and a black stripe. Sam grins. “Nonbinary?”

“Yeah!” Jack says happily. “Angelgender.” He looks at Cas, smiling. “I’m autistic like you!”

Cas walks over to him, a soft smile gracing his features. “I’m very glad you’re happy,” he declares, pulling Jack into an embrace. “You are the most precious thing in the world to me.”

Jack grins, burying his face in Cas’ shoulder. “I love you, Castiel.”

“I love you too, Jack.”

Dean is watching them with fondness from the top of the stairs. “I got him a pin,” he offers. “And I bought the flag. Turned it into a cape.”

“Dean is the best mom ever!” Jack yells excitedly, and Dean’s face goes red.