oh man as a kid, like, before his mom died, dean must have been so full of love all the time. we know that he always told mary things would be okay. we know that he loved sammy and would always say goodnight to him. and john would pick him up and ask him every night if he thought little sam was ready to toss around the football yet, and dean would giggle and say no, not yet! because even though it was just a joke, dean still protected his brother from something as innocent as a football, even back then.
and then i think, man, if that fire never happened, and dean went to school like a normal kid and met this other kid with blue eyes and dark hair who didn’t talk a lot, and they became best friends. because dean was loud and obnoxious and full of life and loved everyone to bits, and cas was quiet and contemplative and serious and mysterious. but dean would love to hug all his friends, and he’d love to hug cas the most because he didn’t think cas got hugged by his own family a lot and that made him sad. and eventually, cas learned that it was okay to hug dean too.
