whoa okay so how do you think that conversation went when RJ went back to their boys with newfound gender identity knowledge
because ten to one Stephen and Ollie and Johnny were like “oh my god WHAT IF I’M NOT A BOY WE HAVE TO TEST THIS” and they all spent days trying different pronouns to see if it Felt Right and poring over RJ’s zine and Having Revelations
Stephen DEFINITELY whipped out a dress and threw it on, like, immediately because “gendered clothing is a conspiracy I ALWAYS KNEW IT” and Johnny went around spreading the word that RJ’S PRONOUNS ARE THEY/THEM, IT’S A THING, LOOK IT UP KIDS, I’M BEING DISRUPTIVE FOR A GOOD CAUSE THIS TIME MISS BAXTER, and god help you if you forgot and misgendered RJ, Ollie would LOOM, they all fought so many kids that week
And eventually all three were like “sorry dude I think I’m still a boy” and RJ was like “obviously that is okay” and it took them all a little while to unlearn subconscious things
that’s how Johnny got his heart shirt! because he saw it in a store or something and for ½ a second was like “nope I’m not allowed to wear that it’s a girl shirt” and then he remembered “oh right clothing is arbitrarily constructed symbols and gender stereotypes are fascism and my friends will love me no matter what” and so he took the shirt
Request: Can you do a one shot or something where the reader is the Winchester’s hunter partner and they get into a huge fight and she leaves to go out to a bar, and gets kidnapped by a demon and the demon tortures her for information on the Winchesters, and she doesn’t give up the info so she keeps on getting tortured, but gets saved by the Winchesters right before she would have died, and it ends with a love confession from Sam
Warnings: Language, torture
Word Count: 1,370
A/N: I’m so sorry I can’t remember if this was an anon or not. On another note I am loving all this Sam writing. I promise I’m working on the other one
“You do know you could have been killed right?”
“I know, Sam.”
“What were you thinking?”
“I wasn’t.” You walked into the motel room first and you heard Sam toss his jacket aside, his broad shoulders tensing. The door slammed.
“Y/N, we had a plan. If you just stuck to the plan-”
“If we had stuck to the plan more people would have died. You and Dean would have died, Sam. I don’t think I heard a thank you.” You cut Sam off and glared at him, feeling the burn of the gash on your arm and the warm blood seeping through your shirt.