#yeah he is bisexual but i think he'll use gay as an umbrella term for right now
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have some latinenatural for day 1 of @spnprideweek dean trying to come out to himself
Dean didnât like going down this neighborhood. It never made him any money, plus the block is a dead end, so he always ends up circling back around with his heavy cart. His Tio always yelled at him for it, wasting precious time in a block where nobody paid him any attention because these Americanos arenât used to people walking around selling comida.
Pero Dean always had one customer that always came running out whenever Dean came around, and he was worth the extra minutes he had to petal in the hot sun.
âDean!â
Dean hears his name, expecting it but still feeling relief from hearing it. He looks ahead, his fingers stopped ringing the bells that have become background noise to him by now, and sees his favorite customer running out of the big white house Dean can only ever dream of renting. He wouldnât ever dream of owning; he canât have dreams so impossible.
Dean petals a little bit faster until he breaks in front of the pretty face he sees at least three times a week.
âCas.â Dean practically beams at him even though he was trying to stay cool. Smooth. âMi Angelito.â Dean winks, and he doesnât miss Casâs eyes widened and ears blushing at the nickname. âHow you been?â
[continue reading under the cut or read on ao3]
Cas was dressed in his usual white button-up and slacks but they looked a lot more ruffled up than usual. His hair looked unkempt as it curled at the endsâDean wasnât complaining he loved itâand his typical neat shirt was wrinkled with sleeves pulled up to his elbows. He looked the guy up and down before his eyebrows creased together.
âYou okay, Cas?â
âYeah.â Cas sighed, shoulders slumping as he reached to run his hand through his hairâthat probably explains the bed headâbefore smiling back at Dean with a deep breath. âYeah. Iâm fine.â
âIf you say so.â Dean jumps off the bike and walks over to his cart. âThe usual?â
âPlease.â
Dean nods once before getting to work on a raspado de vainilla for Cas. He works in silence for a minute, just the sound of the ice scraping between them before Dean looks back at Cas.
âYou know, si quieres, you can talk to me.â Dean looks up to see Cas was already watching him. âI know Iâm a nobody, but I hear nobodies are great to vent to.â
âYou arenât a nobody, Dean.â Casâs expression softens at the words. His eyes brighten as he looks at Dean, almost as if he can see into his soul. Then, just as Dean was about to drown in those baby blues, Cas looked away. His fingers started to twitch as he looked sheepishly at the ground. âPlus, my problems are small. I can deal with them by myself.â
Dean looks away, packing the ice into the cup before reaching to pour the vainilla as he talks. âYeah, I know you can, pero; I just wanted to let you know that you donât have to.â
Cas is nothing but a customer that Dean has been crushing onâit was a small, slow, and scary realization. The only reason theyâre on a first-name basis now is because Cas once left his name tag on, and Dean asked what it meant.
Dean handed Cas his raspado across the cart, Dean needed to keep his distance, but he knew when Cas reached for it, their fingers would touch; he looked forward to the simple touch each time.
They did, and Deanâs breath catches in his throat before he works on chicharrones, lots of limon, and a little bit of chile.
âBut I get it, you know, if you donât want to talk to me.â Dean looks up to see Cas still staring at him but with eyes filling with tears. âHoly shit.â Dean put the bag down and walked around to stand by Casâs side. He grabbed a napkin from his cart and handed it to Cas to wipe his eyes. âDude. Dude, please no llores. Donât cry. People are gonna think I did something to you, and Iâll lose customers.â Dean tries to joke, but Cas doesnât crack a smile. Instead, he rolls his eyes.
âDean, nobody but me ever comes out here.â
Dean shrugs. âPotential customers then.â Dean grabs another napkin and reaches to wipe the tears that were already falling. âEstas bien, Angelito. Talk to me.â
âI-I shouldnât.â Cas accepts Deanâs kindness for a second longer before gently moving Deanâs hand away. âYouâre working. Let me just pay you so you can stop wasting your time here.â
Dean nods, stepping away from Cas so as not to seem pushy. As much as he loved being so close to Casâs face, he didnât want to seem creepy about it. This neighborhood has eyes everywhere, and Dean couldnât really risk having his cart, his livelihood, be taken away just cause he has a small crush on the white boy.
So Cas gives him the exact change to the quarter and smiles sadly before he waves goodbye. Dean waves back as he gets on his bike to pedal out of this neighborhood and into a more comfortable one. He didn't ring the bell until he was out of there.
Cas doesnât come out to see him the next day or the day after that, and now he has to wait until next week to see him. If Cas still wanted to see him.
âI donât know why you still go over there,â Sam says as he helps Dean unpack the car.
Deanâs side gigs included selling his homemade food Friday through Sundayâhe can almost call himself a catererâwhile on Thursday, he preps during the day and works as a janitor in a big law office at night. Today was Thursday, so Dean had to wake up early to go to the big marketplace downtown. They sold the chicharrones de harina in bulk for cheap, and they had all the ingredients heâll need to make the syrups for the raspados himself.
Sam rarely comes with Dean to get all these things since he was always busy with school, but today he came along on the day that Dean ran out of maiz azul. It just meant more trabajo para los dos.
âOr why you still sell raspados when you make more money on the weekend with your food.â Sam continued as they struggled to carry the bag of maiz to the kitchen. They both let out a heavy breath when they finally dropped the bag in the kitchen. Deanâs going to spend the next hour cleaning and soaking the damn corn after this. That doesnât even include cooking it and finally making the damn masa.
âEl trabajo es duro but I like it.â Dean pats Samâs shoulder before they go back to the car to get the rest of the things. âI like going down neighborhoods and saying hi to people.â
âI get that pero why do you have to go to their side of town?â
Dean doesnât know how to answer that.
He hasnât told anyone about Cas. About how one day he was bored and wandered over to that neighborhood only to find Cas laying on his front lawn with a book covering his face. Dean, for some reason, couldnât help but to ring the bells louder, startling Cas. Dean laughed for half a second before a book went flying to his face, knocking him off his bike. Cas learned too many cuss words in Spanish that day, but the big bruise was worth it.
Still, Dean didnât want to tell anyone about Cas. Afraid to even speak of him because that would mean that his crush was real. That he had actual feelings, romantic ones, for another guy.
He knows que su TĂo no lo va sacar de la casa pero todavĂa Dean tenĂa miedo. He was scared to admit this part of himself was real when it felt like a sin in his culture. ÂĄSer gay es una cosa pero bisexual! ÂĄNi madres! That doesnât exist. Not where he is from.
So heâll keep it to himself. Keep Cas as his secret fantasy and nothing more.
âThe houses are nice to look at. One day, Sammy!â Sam was already groaning at Deanâs words that sounded more like an old manâs recurring âwhen I was your ageâ stories. âOne day, Iâll get us a house like that! One where we can each have our own room. And bathroom.â
âYeah. Yeah. Whatever. Letâs just finish this so I can go back to my homework.â
âÂĄEstas pendejo! After this, youâre gonna help me clean the bathroom and throw away the trash before Tio comes home.â
âBut Dean,â
âÂĄPero nada! ÂĄPiensas que soy pendejo como tu, pinche mamĂłn! Donât think I donât know you spend that time babeando por tu novia.â
âDean!â Sam quickly passes him in a huff of embarrassment while Dean laughed, following Sam back to the car to get more groceries.
When Monday rolls around, Dean forces himself to come down Casâs street again. The bells rang softly at first, only getting louder as he came closer to the house. He didnât see a car in sight, so he thinks maybe Cas isnât home.
He was already pedaling away when he heard someone call out to him. He hits the breaks half haphazardly, and the gallons shake on his cart, threatening to fall out. He was about to turn around, but then he realizes he hears footsteps running closer, and then he hears heavy breathing by his ear.
âFuck.â Cas hands rest on his knees as he tries to catch his breath. âAre you-are you trying to run away from me?â Cas looks up with a teasing smile, it was beautiful, and Dean didnât realize how much he missed him until now. âI am your only customer around here, so thatâs a pretty bad business decision if you ask me.â
âI-I didnât think you wanted to see me.â Dean could have joked around with him, but instead, his mouth decided to kick the conversation off with some honesty. Dean looked down at the bike handles as he talked. âSince you didnât come out last week, I just figured-â
âOh.â Cas stood up straight as he ran a hand through his overgrown hair; his clothes looked neat again, though. âI didnât mean to make you think-â
Dean holds his hand out to stop Cas from talking, feeling embarrassed with every word. âPara. You donât have to explain. No me debes-you donât owe me anything.â
âI know that, but I want to. Talk, I mean. If thatâs okay with you.â Cas looks at Dean with soft, warm eyes, a drastic difference from the red-rimmed eyes from the last time they saw each other. âAfter youâre done with work, of course.â
âI um-I usually head home around six. I can um,â Dean rubbed at the back of his neck, not meeting Casâs eyes as he carefully says. âI can come by after if you want.â
âI would like that.â
Dean's head shoots up to stare back at Cas, who looked shy, pero siempre mĂĄs guapo que la Ășltima vez que Dean lo mirĂł.
At that moment, Dean wanted to lean in and kiss him more than he has wanted to kiss anyone in his 26 years of life, but he wonât. He still wasnât sure if this was Cas asking him out as a friend or as something more. He was scared, but he knew his heart raced in excitement more than anything.
Dean finally broke away from the staring contest as he cleared his throat to get off his bike. âTodavia quieres-Do you still want your raspado?â
âOh. Sure!â
It was silent while Dean made raspado, but he couldnât wait for their fingers to graze again when he handed the cup over to Cas.
âJust the raspado today.â Dean still loved when Cas said it, trying not to laugh even though he loved Casâs embarrassed blushing. Cas reaches into his pocket, but Dean reaches to touch his shoulder to stop him.
âOn the house.â Dean holds it out and just like before their fingers touch, burning him.
âNo, Dean, I couldnât.â
Dean shakes his head to stop him from arguing any further. He jumped back on his bike and looked back at Cas as he said, âYou can get me something later. Is seven okay?â
âSeven isâŠperfecto.â Cas flinched at his Spanish, but Dean couldnât help but chuckle.
âPues, te miro mas tarde, Angelito.â Dean reached to pat Casâs cheek before he started pedaling away.
âDean! I donât know what that means!â Cas calls out to him.
Dean doesnât turn around to respond, mostly to hide the stupid shit-eating grin he had on his face. âI said Iâll see you later!â But he does wave goodbye, ringing the bell as he goes.
Dean really liked him, and it brought fear into his heart pero al mismo tiempo; he hasnât been this excited to just be around someone in such a long time. So maybe this is his time to accept that maybe, for sure, he is crushing hard on a guy.
Dean sighs as he stops on the sidewalk to hang his head and quietly whispers, âFor fucks sakes, soy un pinche gay.â
Well, at least he can admit to himselfâsort of.
#spnprideweek#destiel#latinenatural#dean and sam are mexican#cas is the little white boy who comes and ruins lives#deancas#fic#destiel fic#my writing#wormstachewrites#porfa de ser nice over my spanish#this is dean coming out to himself btw#yeah he is bisexual but i think he'll use gay as an umbrella term for right now#sobrenatural#calinatural#tambien cause they live in California in my head
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@starlightshadowsworld tagged me in a thing about sexuality headcanons!
For the actual canon, my general feel is that it started at a period of time when having a main queer character in a series for young people that wasn't specifically a Queer Series was unacceptable. This has fortunately started to change in recent years (partly because of Nicoâ I cannot overstate the impact it had that a hugely popular author who could afford to take that risk insisted on taking that risk; the difference in post-HOH mainstream queer youth characters is so massive it makes my fourteen year old self weep as she keyword searches "gay and lesbian" on her library network because David Levithan and Annie On My Mind were her only options). The books seem to be adapting from "everyone is straight because Hyperion Publishing is owned by Disney" to "young teenagers are still figuring things out". I like that method, personally!
So that's why I'm answering this over here on my ficblog instead of my main @stillneedsmorekissing. I present the sexualities I am using in my fic (plus a few kink roles for the ones I've actually considered):
Percy is a sub who uses both "bisexual" and "pansexual":
"You know I think you're breathtaking."
"Against all odds, yes, I do."
"How do you feel?"
Percy blinks, like he hadn't been expecting it.
"I feel...pretty," he says, after a long minute of quiet. Then he smirks, and Jason gets where he's going with it a second before he makes the West Side Story reference. "And witty. I have too much baggage from the 'that's so gay' craze to use it as an umbrella term for myself, but 'bi' rhymes with 'guy', so it almost works if you swap it in and moosh two stanzas together."
"Are you still using pansexual too?" Jason takes another photo, watching as Percy relaxes into the pillow again, his eyes closing.
"Yeah. They both fit, they're both comfy, so why not?" He half-shrugs. "Pan is probably closer if we're going purely by definition, but they're similar enough that I don't care about making a firm distinction for myself. Plus I got most of my pride stuff secondhand from Paul, and he got most of it, like, a decade before pansexuality was coined. He even gave me a couple vintage bi-angle pins."
Jason immediately pictures a set of two tri-tone portraits, one for each flag. That's a project he'll definitely have to use Rachel's studio for; he'll need oil paint and a large canvas to do it justice.
"I wonder how he'd feel about you calling them vintage."
(From Here in Our Bed, chapter 12)
Jason is a bisexual dom.
Nico is a gay switch.
The rest are under a cut because they spoil some plans.
Reyna is biromantic and asexual/sex-neutral (she's not bothered by doing it, but she wouldn't seek it out for fun). She is, however, very much a domme...which can be a tiny bit of a problem, because:
Piper is a lesbian, and also a domme-leaning switch.
This is set up for the bisexual Annabeth to figure out she thought she was a domme, but she's actually a sub-leaning switchâ she was misinterpreting her bratty streak. She and Piper are both allosexual and she doesn't mind getting ganged up on and losing fights, which balances out the relationship and gets it running smoothly again!
Hazel is straight.
Frank is straight with one (1) exception.
Leo is the exception, and isn't actually sure how he identifies, because it doesn't occur to him until many years down the line when they enter a V with Hazel and he eventually has to come to terms with the fact that at some point he acquired a boyfriend and made the V a triangle when he wasn't looking. Tentatively, he ends up landing simply on "queer", because nothing else seems to fit exactly right and that's what it's there for!
I'm still considering gender, because I'm undecided on whether my current Brand New Genderfluid Awakening Process is something I want to work through fictionally yet, but I suspect Percy will ultimately decide he's a guy with an asterisk.
(Also, the mental image of Jason using drag as a vehicle for self-expression after a lifetime of being molded into the Paragon of Masculine Ideals will not leave me alone, so there's that.)
That's about all I got so far!
#meme answers#trivia tuesday#except not really because it's sunday but I want it under the same tag lol#stellarverse#fic spoilers
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