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.
“A scarlet steam engine was waiting next to a platform packed with people. A sign overhead said Hogwarts Express, eleven o’clock. Harry looked behind him and saw a wrought-iron archway where the barrier had been, with the words Platform Nine and Three-Quarters on it.
Smoke from the engine drifted over the heads of the chattering crowd, while cats of every color wound here and there between their legs. Owls hooted to one another in a disgruntled sort of way over the babble and the scraping of heavy trunks.”Happy September 1st, y’all!