Quote for the Day: I Want to Live in A World Were Normal is an Insult-Misha Collins
Authors Note: I don't own Supernatural or any related Characters, all rights to the Creators. Also, I have nothing against Homosexual, Bisexual or Heterosexual people. Just saying, so no one can rave at me over it, JK. Probably. Also I know at least four of my chaps are on Dean's sexuality, but it's all different approaches, therefore different ways to make him uncomfortable. And yes, somehow this drabble fic has turned into a story with a plot. WTF, I know. Oh and, this is uncomfortable for Dean. Thanks to everyone who's reviewed, Followed and/or Favorited! Also this * stands for Pun not intended. Love you all, Impala Girl/ #Misha's #No.1 Minion. P.S. Yes, I love Misha Collins, I think he's the most relatable and kindest celebrity there is. There should be more people like him in this cold, yet beautifully majestic world.
It was late evening when Dean heard a knock on his door. 'Dean,' it was Althea, her voice quiet. 'Can we, uh, talk?' The hunter rolled over in his bed to face the door, he was trying to get some well needed sleep. 'Is it important?' All was silent for a few moments, 'you could say. Yes.' Dean considered telling her to go away, that he was busy. But instead he sighed, 'sure, come in.' All didn't hesitate after that, opening the door and plonking herself down on the edge of Dean's bed. She cleared her throat, twisting her slender fingers together, 'Dean, I was wondering, um, your heterosexual right?' The hunter rolled his eyes, 'this whole I'm 'gay' thing, is getting on my nerves. Plus, Althea do you really want to have this uncomfortable conversation?' All set her jaw, noting how he had avoided answering. 'Yes actually I do. We need to resolve something Dean. I don't think your gay.' The hunter sighed, 'thank god-` 'I think your Bisexual.' Dean frowned, 'what?' Althea scowled right back, 'you don't have to be Homosexual too like guys. You like girls, and boys, it makes sense.' Dean sat up, running a hand through his short hair. 'Let's get something straight here*. I'm not Gay, and I'm not Bisexual, I'm Heterosexual. As straight as can be.' All let her eyes close briefly, 'do you really believe that Dean. Or are you just lying to us and yourself?' Dean resisted the urge to punch something or someone, 'fuck this. What makes everyone think I'm fucking Homosexual anyway?' All was unsure how to answer, 'I guess…' she breathed in deeply, 'I guess, it's the way you look at Cas. Like he means the world to you. Like he's your everything.' Dean's eyes did not widen, 'what? Cas and I are just friends!' Althea nodded, 'that's the point. To us, for you guys to just be friends well, it's weird.' The hunter decided that this conversation, like many before, was straying too far down the 'awkward' road. It was making him uncomfortable. 'Look All, it's a simple answer. I'm straight, Cas is straight, and we're just friends. Got it?' His tone trembled slightly on the last two words. Althea tried not to scowl, 'yeah. Right, fine. But just think about it Dean. Are you straight or Bisexual?' Dean watched her go, trying to ignore the tiny and disturbing voice in the back of his mind that was already asking him that question.