My back is just way too borked from the car accident.
My husband really wants to get a job at GRT, but to do that he needs some hard core customer service behind him. So today he is applying at all the jobs he can find that will put him face to face with people and give him the skills he needs to deal with the public. It’s nice that he’s trying so hard, but he may have to go back to trucking because we can’t afford for him to be off work. We also started some government stuff that needed doing and mailing. I’m sitting in the car because walking is kind of tough. I hate being this broke again though. After the rent and car payment is done we’re looking at about twenty five bucks for food because his truck job didn’t bother to pay him the vacation pay they owe him.
I have this headcanon that femm!Dean would be incredibly stunning and she knows it and she likes flaunting it, although there are days (or weeks) where she foregoes bathing and putting on nice things for a hunt or just to stay in and recoup from a hunt gone bad. She has this constant inner debate between being masculine enough for John - strong enough to protect her loved ones, being a genius mechanic, handling a gun just as well, or even better, than her dad - versus being feminine - indulging in her love of cooking, fixing up her hair, shopping for the best suits/dresses. Later on, she learns that the battle between what she considers her masculine vs her feminine features is completely moot; she learns to accept that all those - her mechanical prowess, her accurate shots, her great lasagnes and fashion sense - are neither more masculine or more feminine than the other, but that they are all a part of her. There’s no debate, no battle - just a whole host of things that make her awesomely kick-ass.