Hi! I just want to mention that I don't take credits for any character I use on my fan fiction apart Dannielle I don't own Dean's description nor the impressions and nothing that you'll read in Danielle 's book/. Hope you enjoy my story and please write a short opinion 'bout it .

"Dean Winchester is flawed and that makes him perfect. He can be obnoxious, pushy, close-minded, and bullheaded. He can also be brave, fiercely protective, compassionate and steadfast. He can be both incredibly selfless and incredibly selfish, sometimes in the same breath. No one can relate to a character without flaws and Dean has them aplenty and readily admits it. He doesn't strive for perfection. Hell, he doesn't even think of himself as a hero. He does what needs to be done because there's no one else to do it. Which makes him more of a hero than anyone who claims to be one.

He's spent his entire life being the strong one, the anchor. Not only for Sam, but to a certain extent his father. He became the mother figure; in his own irascible, flippant way. He is the glue that held them together, the one who never lost sight of the fact that vengeance was secondary to family.

He can be vengeful, but he has limits to what he's willing to do for revenge. The present is more important to him than the past. His family has always come first with him; he was willing to subjugate whatever dreams or aspirations that he had to stand by his father's side and be whatever John needed him to be. Because John often left Dean in charge when he went hunting, Dean was forced to create his own way of dealing with his fears.

He had no one to assure him that Dad was going to return alive and well, no one to share that burden with, not even Sam. So he reassured himself. He built John up into a superhero, because to face the fact that John was only human would allow Dean's fears to take precedence. And he couldn't afford to be afraid. He had to be the strong one, for Sam. That is the root of Dean's faith in his father.

It was the only way he could survive his childhood without giving in to the terror that his father would go on a hunt one day and never come back. The idea that John always knew best was reinforced, of course, when Sam was endangered because Dean disobeyed his father.

Since they were children, Dean has put on a brave front for his younger brother. He makes light of things, so that Sam won't worry. Because of this, it is extremely difficult for Dean to open up about his feelings to anyone, but especially Sam. It goes against his every instinct to let his little brother see him vulnerable. It's his job to take care of Sam, not the other way around. That's just ingrained in Dean.

It takes a lot for him admit to his fears, to share his burdens with his brother. He conceals his issues behind a smartass, gungho, horndog attitude. He takes pleasure in the simple things; food, alcohol, sex, music, his car, and beating the crap out of evil things. If he focuses on these things and not on the larger picture, he can fool himself into thinking that this life is perfect for him.

That it's what he would have chosen, if he had ever been given a choice. The truth is, more than anything else, Dean wants a family. He wants someone to love and who loves him. John and Sam filled that capacity to a certain extent, but when Sam went off to school, Dean realized that Sam had other aspirations that didn't include him…."

Danielle? Are you hungry?

Uhm..no! is ok Chuck. Thank you for asking

What are you doing there? Writing again?

Yeah [I smile looking into my laptop and tucking a strain of hair behind my ear]. I don't know what's going on with me today but seem I have inspiration. Is like I can't stop writing, the ideas come one after another and my hands work for me. I just guide them. Is crazy [ I shake my head smiling looking at Chuck standing in front of me with a beer in his hands]. Since when the prophets drink alcohol? [ I look surprised at the bottle in his hands]

Since the Winchesters pop into my life [he lift his bottle as "cheers" and took a gulp]

Can't say I blame you [a smile appeared on my face looking back at the screen reading my last lines]

Let me guess: Dean Winchester?

What are you ,a mind reader?

I wish but it happens to know that you have that smile on your face only when you write about him. What chapter it is?

I don't do chapters, Chuck!... and between my books and yours is a big difference. I write for passion and not because an angel whisper me things into my ear. I have no intension to publish what I write, is just … [ I try to find my words, the right words but nothing came up]

I've read what you write so far. Is a biography , Dean's biography with some of your personal impressions.

Look Chuck, I've seen Dean trough your eyes and those angels who whisper you in your ear all day long. I never meet the guy and since last month I thought is a simple fictional character , a character I felt connected with. I've read your books and I have to admit you're the worse writer ever [ I tease him a bit but he knew I was right : he is the awful writer ever and the fact he sells his books is because of the angels sitting on his shoulder] but if there's something real and horrible in there…that's the life those 2 brothers live. Writing was always my passion.. just try to see my book like my personally diary than something hanging on a library shelf waiting to be sold.

And here we go again with the judgement [ Chuck replayed drinking again from the bottle]

I don't judge you Chuck. I never did ..all I'm saying is that I write for passion. I have a job, I have a way to gain money and pay my bills. I just feel like writing and let all I have inside go free ..even if all I have to use is a damn laptop.

[Chuck smiled and let me continue my writing while I didn't move following him with my look. I knew he didn't had a choice and that he was the one chosen . I've heard from angels and demons and the entire apocalypse thing from his books , from his writings but I never knew all those things that everyone run off, the monster in the closet is real until Chuck proved me the opposite confessing me about Dean and Sam. I knew Chuck for a short time but he knew how to be a friend and when to put a limit not to hurt you with the situation he's in. I've always admired that at him. ]