I’m in a hobby group elsewhere and I came across this post of someone asking about supplies for a pride month project … and they just have to fucking add in a line about the ebil CW not letting Dean Winchester be bisexual.
Just …
It’s not about hating it as a headcanon. It’s more that it alwaysseems to come attached to bullshit conspiracies, gross toxic stereotypes, or both. It’s also just a bit how the people fucking obsessed with it have to drag it into everything.
Destielphobia is real and it’s totally separate from homophobia.
Like obviously as a bisexual person I’m pro LGBT. It’s literally just anything involving romantic attraction between Jensen Ackles and Misha Collins characters SPECIFICALLY that makes me want to vomit. It has absolutely nothing to do with homophobia because I know I would be totally chill if all of the guys from Supernatural made out with each other indiscriminately except for those two specifically. Like Sam can make out with Mick, Dean, Benny, Castiel, bring it on whatever, hang bang with Gabriel I don’t care. Dean can make out with Benny, Cain, Sam or hell even Ketch if he wants to.
But Castiel and Dean is a nah.
I think that’s a valid phobia bought about by this fandom and it’s actually further cemented by the fact that as an LGBT person you get accused so much of homophobia for not wanting that specific pairing to happen.
The thing with hellers and being queerbaited is that they will do a deep dive on every scene that has dean and cas in it, they’ll be like “oh my god, Dean is listening to this band, the lead singer has a gay cousin, so this is totally a hint that dean isnt straight. And they will post about it all over social media and convince themselves and other fans that its a deliberate hint and if dean doesnt come out its queerbait.
in reality the writers just like the song.
Cas will give dean a pencil
Hellers will See this and be like "omg in 1974 in a small town in ohio this was a marriage proposal. So if destiel isnt canon then this is queerbaiting! According to hellers.
“The heaven we’re seeing might be a lie.” “Something is off.” Only in your books hellers. Only in your books.
“The potentential for them to come back and "fix it.” Fix what people?? Jensen can’t undo Dean dying and living happily ever after with casshole. All he can do is a limited run set before episode 18 or between 19 and 20. HE CANNOT UNDO DEAN’S DEATH. There will be no “fix-it.” Repeat after me kiddies: There will be no “fix-it.”
The fact that they’re still taking like this, going on 2 years later, would amaze me if they hadn’t already proved how stupid, delusional, and entitled they are a thousand times over.
Tossing the impala into gear Dean let out a loud huff—as if the arch in his eyebrows wouldn’t give it away he wasn’t in his happy go lucky mood. Nope. Not even close; to think he believed himself to be the best prankster—and to have his little brother prove him wrong. Was he unamused? Yes. Proud? Ehh…jealous more so, Sam did learn from the best. After allowing the young male to bask in his glory Dean’s eyes flickered from the road to Sam’s form, “You finished? Or..do I need to remind you who was stuck with the itching powder while talking to law enforcement?”
With that comment Sam’s jaw wired shut; turning his head to look out the window. Did Sam really win this round?
“Bite me,” Came a sneer from the younger Winchester; lips pulling back showing his teeth; Dean merely grinned in response. So what he messed with Sam’s coffee?
Leaning back in this ‘excuse for a dining chair’ his brows raised; lips perked into a cocky smirk. One Sam knew all too well at this point in his life. “Tell me where, baby boy?”
A sight many monsters would love to see in their lives was happening right before this demon; Sam Winchester broken and utterly ready to give anything. Anything for his brother; as Dean would do the same for him. Their relationship at this point had become highly unhealthy, a relationship that couldn’t be fixed, couldn’t be changed. Nothing but the elder and thoughts of murder swirled around in that thick skull of his. No demon could change that; none could change his desire—or his need for the elder.
Sam Winchester had killed his big brother; now sitting on his knees before a crossroads demon. Desperation radiating off of the young male like cologne; he fucked up, fucked up big time. Sliding his slender fingers into the dirt road below, he curled them in. Grabbing handfuls or the dirt road, inhaling sharply before letting out a sob that shook his shoulders. “B-Bring him back….bring him back...” He croaked out tilting his head back, hazel eyes filled with tears.
How often do you think Sam has looked up from his map and seen Dean just staring at him? How often do you think Dean’s just sat there and watched his baby brother bite his lip; or talk away on the phone. All while watching those pretty pink lips.
Those pretty pink lips he couldn’t wait to claim as his.
