acesam:

no but ace!sam whose first pride was a truth and dare game with jess gone wrong and he’s sweaty and nervous thorough the whole event because eventhough he came to terms with it a lot time ago, asexuality’s still a touchy subject for some people, so he feels super awkward and insecure about the whole thing and hopes no one here knows what the colours black, white, grey and purple mean.

jess being there in her own colourful costume helps kinda, but still he feels like crawling out of his own skin. that is, until he sees a little stand that has “ASEXUALITY AWARANESS” written on a big poster and sells all sorts of stuff. jess convinces him to take a look while she stands back and watches, there as a safety net.

the first t-shirt he sees has “Don’t fuck with asexuals – we’re not into that” on it and he can hardly suppress his laughter so it comes out sort of as a half snort haf giggle. somehow that starts a conversation with the person selling these items. it starts off innocent enough, with things like “hey there” or “you too, huh?” but it turns into a full blown discussion about just anything, really. sam is just mindblown how easy it is to talk to this person, how secure and proud he feels, now that he knows he’s not alone anymore.

during the conversation, sam accidently misgenders them and they politely correct him (and no, he so totally did not google ‘genderfluid’ once he was back in his dorm, ‘course not) and that sort of causes the conversation to take a different direction. they talk about being bombarded with sex, about getting strange looks from their family (sam doesn’t talk about his, the wound’s still too fresh, but he nods along), about misgendering (sam also did not apologize 5 or 6 times, he didn’t), about the A being mistaken for ally so very often.

they exchange phone numbers but don’t talk/meet up other than the occasional skype calls and angry rants via email. that whole part of sam’s life, however, gets burned to ashes alongside jessica and gets buried deep inside him. it’s not like it’s important, they’ve got bigger things to do.

years after sam still has their number safely tucked away, and once they’re working a case in a city with a current pride event going on and the event calls for help with stands (particularly stuff like asexuality, pansexuality, and the sort).

their so-called “case” is most definitely nothing and doesn’t require as much attention so one time he sneaks out of their shady motel room to go to a meeting for particpants. yet again, he is stunned how many people there are that feel the exact same things he does, that somehow don’t think of him as weird, that get him on a level dean would never really understand, if he told him.

so he participates. makes posters with catchy puns about asexuality and prints out stickers and the whole shebang, and it’s surprising how much fun he has standing in a crowded alley along with a thousand people, sweating profusely. his eyes keep looking out for them, the person from his first pride, but eventhough they’re not there, he still meets a lot of new people regardless. his stand gets the occasional confused stare but that’s nothing he can’t handle, growing up like he did.

dean is furious when he comes home full of glitter and sweat, and just falls into bed, exhausted. his brother thinks he’s gotten himself into trouble, or was abducted by fairies, or whatever.

doesn’t matter to him, though. even with the ache in his legs and his head vibrating with pain, sam has never slept this good in years.