Today I thought about Dean searching different sexualities when he was 26, trying to figure what he is, but at that time, he was ashamed, hiding himself in a corner where no one would come by and see what he's doing. He would never acknowledge out loud about who he is,

But well, until he turns 40. When he's feeling sure of himself, when he likes the man he sees in the mirror, when he isn't drowning is self loathing. He says it with a grin that lightens up his beautiful face, and everyone else around him is smiling, proud of who Dean has become.