okay, this is another story i read ages ago, but couldn't leave fb at the time. what i loved most about this was, of course, sam and dean:) it makes me want to read a girl!dean fic that is not wincest, just to explore how their dynamic would work if dean was a big sister. i think it would be a little ridiculous how much more protective dean would be if he'd been born a girl, and i think he'd be about twenty times more susceptible to sam's puppy-dog eyes:)

i lovelovelove this bit--

Sammy’s asleep and drooling on top of the covers, and neither of his freak-ass large hands are in his pants so there goes Dean’s plans of taunting him for a week about jerking off thinking of lesbians. He wakes up when Dean tries to ease the covers out from under him, makes this weird snorting noise that’s so endearing that Dean decides to leave it by the wayside instead of repeating it back to him for the next seventy-two hours.

for reals, you turned me into a puddle of goo.