Written for the Supernatural Quote Prompt Commentfic Meme at LJ. Dean: "No chick-flick moments." Pilot.
No Chick-Flick Moments
It's not that Dean doesn't like chick-flick moments. No, it's not that at all. He watches Dr. Sexy, doesn't he? He's seen The Breakfast Club, When Harry Met Sally, The Notebook (okay, that was only in order to get into Tiffani-with-an-i's hot, sexy, red satin panties), and Ghost.
It's not that he can't handle chick-flick moments.
He just doesn't like how real-life chick-flick moments make him feel. Especially those with his emo little brother.
Sam emoting and spilling tearful proclamations of bitchtastic emoness doesn't bother him…much. It's just that Sam expects reimbursement.
Yeah.
No, not happening, dude.
Dean's hated talking about his feelings ever since the fire. Okay, he can admit that.
He remembers how Dad used to cry all the time, drink whenever he wasn't crying (and even while he was crying—dude was multi-talented like that), and then when he got drunk enough, he'd tell Dean every single agonizing emotion he was feeling. Of course, in the morning, when Dad would wake up with a bitching headache, he wouldn't remember a thing.
But Dean remembered. He remembered a lot of things.
And after that, whenever Dad would tell him to suck it up, soldier, real men don't cry, they don't talk about feelings, he'd think, yeah, right. But he'd suck it up and not cry. Even though sometimes, it was just too much. Too freaking much.
Sam's always liked talking about his feelings. He'd tell Dean what he felt when his teacher told him that he was a smart little boy (Sammy felt proud, and so did Dean), how he felt when Haley Taylor kissed him (as if a Shakespearean sonnet had annihilated in his mind, said Sam-not-Sammy; Dean was proud), and how he felt when Dad bossed them around like he was some big-shot drill sergeant or some shit (Sam was angry, furious that he would do that, and he wasn't going to listen to him anymore, damn it; Dean was just sad).
Dean's always been good at listening. He's just never been good at talking. Sure, crap comes out of his mouth every damn minute of every damn day, but it's really just cocky bullshit. Dean doesn't talk about feelings. It makes him feel naked.
Dean knows he is one messed up, repressed dude, but he's okay with it. He's not about to break down and blubber perfumed tears of sorrow about his rotten, messed up, depressing life. That would just be…gay.