Supernatural Imagines

Big Ole' Sap <<DeanXReader!TransSon

In which the reader, deans son, is having identity issues.
Let me preface, I am not trans, I have a trans friend who just wanted validation and notice in fanfics. I'm going to do my best to write correctly about this. If anything is at all offensive or wrong please let me know, my purpose is to wright something that makes everyone feel included and like they belong.
That being said, please enjoy the story.
Also this is going to be a rare case where Dean and Castiel are not together in one of my fics sorry!

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I don't know what it was. I don't know. I just simply don't. One day I feel fine, then the next I look in the mirror and I don't know who I am.

My name is y/n, this is my blog. I was born under a bad sign. All my life I've never belonged anywhere. That's all I want, is to know where I stand in this world and to feel me.

You guys might not understand this, or you might not even be reading. Which is fine, this is my safe space. My zone to let out my frustrations. I don't want to spiral, or spill.

You see, my dad, he- he's about the most masculine person I know save for the occasional Frozen references. In my heart, I feel female, outside, I look male. I've felt this way a long time, but I have no idea how I would tell him. I don't even know how to bring it up.

I guess I'll just have to wait. See you guys soon with an update.

I clicked send and then shut my laptop. I ran my fingers through my hair in frustration and exhaustion. Lately it's been getting worse. Looking in the mirror feels like knives being rammed through me. It feels like I'm looking at someone I don't even know or recognize. It feels awful.

I could tell my dad this, but what would he say. I know he can be reasonable, but how would he feel about me not feeling, me?? I don't even understand fully how I feel let alone how he would. Uncle Sam or Uncle Castiel might take it better, but I still don't know.

Then it hit me.

It literally hit me.

"Sorry, y/n!!" A cassette tape. I turned around and my dad was just grinning at me. I threw the cassette back at him. He only just caught it.

"Wanna go on a drive? I think it's about high time you learned how to drive Baby." That was a splash of cold water. Me? Getting to drive Baby? This is most likely a set up. But what am I going to do, say no?

"Sure. Gimmi just a sec to get ready."

"Alright see you out there."

"See ya."

Hey guys. My dad just offered to teach me to drive. The only car he uses is his Baby. He hardly lets Uncle Sam drive it let alone me. I think he might know something. Or not, maybe he is just in a good mood. Maybe I'll try and gather the courage to tell him. Probably not, but a girl can dream. See that, it makes me feel better. I like it. I really hope I hear it a lot more.

I posted the update and ran out to the car where my dad was waiting ready to go. I opened the door and say with him ready to hear a lecture on how 'I raised a man not a girl', but surprised enough, I think this really was just a car ride to teach me the ropes.

"Okay now listen here, I need you to lay attention to what I say because if you ever and I mean ever, get so much as I scratch, then you are on dish duty for the rest of your days."

"Yes, sir."

"Alright, watch me carefully. We gotta learn which way you learn better. Lecturing or watching. I was a pro at the watching part so we are gonna start with that one." He started up the car, put it in reverse and backed out of the garage. I was watching intently just as he told me to. I really did want to learn how to drive this car.