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Dean Winchester was your average all-American teenage boy. He was quarterback on the football team, because that’s what his father raised him to do. He also could fix up a broken down car to mint condition, regardless of the previous damage done to it. While speaking to Dean, one would undoubtedly hear some obscure pop-culture trivia. All of that was great, but nothing mattered more to him than his little brother Sam Winchester.
Sam, though pushed to follow his brother’s footsteps in being a football star, spent most of his time studying for school. Sam’s goals were to have a perfect 4.0 gpa by the time he graduated, and to attend law school at Stanford University. So far, Sam was on the right track to achieve his goals, no matter the cost. He was far more headstrong than his brother Dean. Whereas Dean followed their dad’s word like a soldier receiving orders from a general, Sam fought their dad tooth and nail his whole life.
As far as appearances go, Dean was a little rough around the edges. He was always wearing a leather jacket with jeans and combat boots. He had short blond hair and bright green eyes. His face was covered in freckles. It was clear to everyone that he was very strong, both by his bulging muscles through his jacket, but also due to the way he played football with brute strength. At school Dean was a ladies-man. He could have his pick of any of the girls at school. Partially because of his good looks, partially due to him being a star football player, but mostly because he treated everyone with respect and dignity unless someone messed with his brother.
Sam on the contrast was often compared to a puppy. He had big warm brown eyes which, when used correctly could get anyone to trust him. He had long wavy chocolate brown hair. He was a tall, skinny lad. Sam was often too nice for his own good. Meaning that between his bean stick figure, and his nice nature, he was an easy target for lurking bullies.
Because their dad had a job that required him to travel around the country, Dean for all intents and purposes, raised Sam. They didn’t live in a very nice home, and because Dean would burn the house down upon entering the kitchen, they often ate at the local burger joint. They didn’t have a luxurious life, but it suited them. However, on the rare occasion that their father- John Winchester was home, he was often drunk. Many a night Dean and Sam would awake to John barging into the house creating a ruckus. Angrily he yelled and shouted at his sons. And Dean, would protect his brother and take the brunt of it. Even so, Dean loved his father. Probably because the best days were the days when his father was home and sober. John taught and played football with Dean and Sam. When that happened, the laughter, love, and admiration that Dean exuded would permeate the air, until the infectious feeling inspired Sam to play along.