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I have issues. And I have neeeeeeds.

I was actually pumped to hear the S3 spoilers about the boys meeting up with two new female characters, because, hi! Femslash for the show! More het! There is no downside here. I was even, more the fool me, kinda hoping that the female hunter character might have visible strength. I'm not asking for a weightlifter here, but maybe the physique of a runner or a swimmer. I was even thinking that maybe Kripke and co might take the opportunity to incorporate more people of color into the show. (And yeah, I know that SPN is actually more diverse than most of TV.)

Yeah, um, not so much. And I understand, it's TV, they're playing to Peoria, whatever. We're in a country where America Ferrera and Sara Ramirez are considered fat. It's a TV culture where the average-looking guy is always special and gets the hot girl, and the reverse (like Ugly Betty) is revolutionary. That's how we roll.

But y'know what? I'm still cranky. I want to see more characters like Lenore or Ellen. I want to see a female hunter who looks like she could fuck your shit up and then go eat some pie. I want to see Sarah Connor doing pullups on her bed. I want belly-padding and wide hips and full cheeks and big butts, more cushion for the pushin', women built for comfort and not for speed.

I want OFC fic! Smut with Dean with curved women whose bellies and thighs are soft enough to cushion his head, who get doublechins when they giggle and who don't fuck around with salad. A big, bold Earth Mama who wears bright colors and probably has to stand on an applebox to make out with either of them, but who won't take any shit. A Rubenesque lush lady who wears red lipstick and high heels and has awesome cleavage, and who struts over and buys Sam tequila. Mmmmm.

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I'm a slaaave for you. *grin* Duly unlocked.

Dude, yeah, that's definitely part of it. But I also kinda think it makes sense. Sam would do good with a woman he felt like he couldn't break, an anti-Jessica with dark hair and hips and belly and glasses who majored in astrophysics or something. (And no, I totally didn't have a Sam/OFC plotbunny with a large and in charge nerdy professional skeptic, ala Ghosthunters.) And Dean NEEDS a woman who properly appreciates food.

Yesssss. YES. Just...yes.

OR. A 40-ish, experienced, comfortable-in-her-sexuality Earth Goddess who takes a barely-20yo Dean to her generous bosum and feeds him home-cooked pie and cookies before fucking him blind in her huge, sandlewood-smelling feather-bed.

OH yes. That would be awesome. And Dean kinda quietly tweaking out because he's not sure about this woman trying to take care of him, but he's all raw sharp edges from Sam and John tearing at each other, and he's rangy and always HUNGRY. Hungry for food, hungry for sex, hungry for quiet and a warm bed and a lot of things he can't name. And she kind of becomes this temporary sanctuary that Dean doesn't really trust at all.

That would be so awesome.

PRECISELY. He ultimately lets the mothering slide because a) he's young and not as angry-defensive as he is "now" and b) the sexual aspect of the whole thing kind of makes it okay in his head to let her care-take.

... I want this now, damn it. Dean and his tired self getting some slow, sweet sexual healing from a woman twice his age who smokes pot and has an herb garden and smells good. And he can sleep all he wants on her couch, under the throws she crocheted while she bakes and knits and hums.

*flails around*

And sometimes! He goes there and she feeds him and he falls asleep on that couch and there's no sex at all and he'd feel weird about that except that he sleeps SO GOOD there that he wakes up all stupid and slow and has to get at least halfway through the ginormous mug of strong coffee she shoves into his hands as he leaves to go pick up Sam from school before his eyes will open all the way.

*nodnodnodnodnodnod*

That just seriously made me clutch my chest and go "!!!!"

So...you guys are writing this together, right??