what is your opinion on people calling dean a heavy misogynist? i don’t agree personally but i feel like you could put my thoughts into better words
First, I have to chuckle a little at "heavy misogynist". Apparently, some people have begun to realize their fave is also guilty of misogyny crimes therefore they focus on making sure all of us know Sam is a light misogynist and Dean is a heavy misogynist. I just find that amusing.
This is a broad topic in a long show, so I won't endeavor to address every conceivable incidence of misogyny in the show I can think of. Instead, I'm going to create a few headings, at least one of which I think most criticism falls under.
Misogyny through the writing team
How Sam's misogyny gets a pass
Purity culture wank and Dean performing for Sam
How Dean actually treats women
Misogyny Through The Writing Team
First, Supernatural in of itself has issues with misogyny—as in, the writers of the show (including female writers) have issues with misogyny which they are happy to put on display semi-frequently. The show started in 2005, during a period of time where casual sexism was absolutely rampant on TV and no one thought anything about it. Female celebrities were regularly mocked and dragged on cable television in a way men simply weren't. They were called bitches and skanks and whores, and even "progressive" voices were inundated with casual misogyny and a fixation on purity culture (that largely applied to women only). Quite simply, I think fandom tends to be far too generous toward the writers, assuming certain things were "flaws" the writers intentionally wrote for the characters.
Put another way, there are some criticisms I prefer to level at the writing team rather than the characters, because what is written plainly reflects their ignorance in the real world rather than any intent to give Sam or Dean or any other character meaningful flaws—much less outright terrible ones that greatly harm their image. I'll give a few examples:
2.17 "Heart" makes me very uncomfortable as I sit here in 2024 and observe how Sam and Madison's romance develops. Me feeling that way does not mean the authorial intent of 2007 Sera Gamble was that I think to myself, "Man Sam comes off as uncomfortably rapey here." Hopelessly bad with women, perhaps—but not creepy.
In season 2, the writers begin to develop a running “joke” that Sam is afraid of not just clowns but also little people. The latter “joke” is (wisely) dropped fairly quickly. I have never criticized Sam for being afraid of little people, and I never will. It is readily apparent to me that this running "joke" reflects the ignorance of the writing team rather than an intent to give Sam meaningful or interesting flaws. Their intent was to use little people as the butt of a joke. I personally find this "joke" distasteful, and the idea of trying to take that and somehow "dunk" on Sam for the bigotry of the writers is more distasteful to me.
This is also how I feel about the running "joke" of a porn magazine and website (BAB) that solely features Asian women, that is put on display on multiple occasions during the show—first in 2.15 "Tall Tales", where the context is Gabriel infecting Sam's laptop with a virus from the website and making him believe Dean is responsible. BAB continues to make "Easter Egg" appearances in the show afterward. While often associated with Dean by fandom, the writers clearly think of BAB as a general, "funny" (it isn't), running gag with no more depth than "haha men like porn funny". An issue is stolen by a sentient teddy bear in 4.08 "Wishful Thinking". An issue is owned by the teenager who swapped bodies with Sam in 5.12 "Swap Meat". The Men of Letters also collected a considerable number of issues (8.17). I simply do not believe the writers thought for a single moment about BAB being a grossly racist gag. They most certainly did not write it as an intentional criticism of Dean from that perspective. It reflects nothing but their ignorance and racism here in the real world, and absolutely SHOULD be criticized from that REAL WORLD impact.
How Sam's misogyny largely gets a pass
One of the things I have not been able to stop noticing on this rewatch is Sam's issues with misogyny, and how often Sam's misogyny comes out in conflicts with Dean... starting from the very first episode of the show. Pretty much any time you get anything that feels like it might be a misogynist Dean or horn dog Dean moment... Sam either just has or is about to follow that up with some misogyny of his own.
In 1.01, right after entering Sam's apartment and meeting Jess, Dean mentions the Smurfs on Jess's shirt. We think to ourselves "Okay. A little misogynist... a little horn-dog Dean." Sam is happy to 1-Up that in two ways. First, Jess voices her intentions to go get dressed. Dean dismisses this, but while doing so, makes it clear he intends to leave the room with Sam, as he'd like to have a private conversation with Sam anyway. Sam objects, walking over to Jess and putting an arm around her, demanding Dean say whatever he needs to say right then and there. Maybe this would feel supportive if Jess wasn't in her underwear and hadn't just made it clear that now that the panic over a possible break-in is over, she'd really like to not be in her underwear in front of a stranger. But nope. By god she needs to stand there so Sam can prove a point about misogynist Dean! Second, Sam immediately (and I think quite erroneously) jumps to imply Dean is trying to cut Jess out of the conversation because she's... a woman? Or... something? He makes a big show of moving over Jess and standing beside her, saying anything Dean has to say, he can say in front of Jess. However, the moment Sam actually understands that Dean is here because John is missing on a hunting trip, he dismisses Jess to speak to Dean alone... because he's lying to her. By painting Dean erroneously with this "The men are talking" bullshit that had nothing to do with anything, Sam sets himself up to be viewed as a misogynist by his own framing of the situation and what it means to leave Jess out of a discussion. He also reveals his own alleged principles as a performative illusion. Despite being his intended life partner, Sam never intends to tell the woman he loves about his past as a hunter (he makes this clear later on the bridge). However, I think because Sam's actions usually co-occur with what gets called out more directly or more immediately recognized as misogyny from Dean (should have gotten him for the Smurf's comment, Sam!) Sam's misogyny often flies under the radar... and he's really... pretty bad.
I spoke here at length about how Sam tends to look down on women who interact with Dean (often before meeting them). There is absolutely an intersection with purity culture here and there's discussion in that thread about that as well, and whether this is a "2000s writers" issue or intentionally written flaws.
In 1.06, Sam cuts Dean off before Dean can accept an offered beer from Rebecca, but then as soon as Sam needs Rebecca out of the room, Sam asks her to not just bring them those beers... but also fix them sandwiches. Rebecca says, "What do you think this is, Hooters?" and Dean mumbles, "I wish" and we somehow lose sight of the fact that Sam literally just asked a woman to make him sandwiches which is possibly the number one misogynist man trope.
Sam vaguely suggests Dean is a misogynist in 1.19 for nudging Sam to go on a date with Sarah Blake and possibly get information on the case, because that would be "using" her, but Sam wants to "use" Meg Masters in 1.22 and he wants to "use" Ruby to get what he wants, and when he said getting information from women was "Dean's job", he was also showing he was perfectly willing to use Dean and Sarah—he just doesn't want to get his hands dirty. It also comes to light in 1.19 that this is more about Sam's belief that he has to protect women from him, and Sarah herself ends up calling Sam antiquated for it.
I mentioned before that Sam doesn't plan to ever tell Jess who he is, and he makes the same plans with Amelia. Dean, meanwhile, confides in Cassie (it's what leads to their breakup) as well as Lisa.
I also have to mention... one of the funniest things I see deancrit samgirls in particular dig at time after time after time is Dean calling women "bitches". Never mind that Sam also calls women like Ruby and Bela bitches and calls a woman a bitch in front of Madison. Apparently none of these occurrences count because... *looks at notes* reasons. "Bitch" only counts as misogyny when it's Dean saying it. Also, let's not mention that Sam exclusively uses the word "bitch" to refer to women, while Dean also calls men and creatures bitches at different points so it isn't a gender specific insult for him.
Dean is definitely the "heavy" misogynist here... right? (I guess Sam is a "tall" misogynist instead).
Purity culture wank and Dean performing for Sam
Dean is commonly treated in fandom as if he's some kind of sex pest, and quite blatantly... he isn't one. Women almost always proposition Dean first (thejabberwock has sets on this here and here), but him asking people out also isn't inherently creepy in any way? Co-occurring with Sam's purity culture inundated judgements, we often see fandom's own as well, where Dean is some kind of sex pest because he... likes women? Or... because he has sex with consenting women who also want to have sex with him? Sometimes it's giving purity culture wank, sometimes it's given big radfem energy... but regardless, I sometimes see people talk about Dean like him so much as making eye contact with a woman is a violent sexual threat, and that's just laughable—as is denying the agency and autonomy of consenting women in general.
Even though it doesn’t matter in the grand scheme of things, I'll also add that Dean... doesn't even actually have sex with the frequency that people talk about it? Dean has sex with Cassie—who was a long term partner of his in 1.13. He has sex with an actress in 2.18, and with Doublemint twins in 3.01. He has sex with a waitress 4.05. He plans to have sex with someone in 3.04, but turns her down when he realizes she's a prostitute who's working. This happens again in 10.07. I'm on season 4 of my rewatch and haven't been formally keeping up... but Dean is not actually having a lot of sex? We get implications he's been out partying a few times, and can maybe infer he scored, but we don't actually know.
I'm not a huge fan of performing Dean, in the sense that I think over the years I have seen it wildly overstated far too many times. But I do think Dean sometimes plays a character for Sam especially. Dean tells us this himself in 2.03 "Bloodlust" when confiding in Gordon. He never says so directly when it comes to the sexy sex guy doing sex persona, but his actions reveal him. One can think of plenty of examples of Dean saying horny stuff about women to Sam... but what about his actions?
How Dean actually treats women
Finally, there's how Dean actually treats women... and one would be very hard pressed to prove to me that Dean is sexist toward the women in his life. He's been close friends with multiple women and worked with women on hunts on multiple occasions and never once batted an eye. Jo in 2.06 is sometimes floated as an example, but it's actually discussed within the episode. Dean makes it very clear that he thinks women can do the job just fine. What he has a problem with is Jo's lack of experience and her romanticization of the job (especially during a period where Dean has fallen deeply out of love with the job himself). Everything we see as the series progresses supports Dean's assertion as truth. He's very good friends with Charlie, Jody, and Donna and doesn't go around excluding them on hunts while favoring men. That is not a thing that happens. While he initially tries to talk Claire out of the life (as he does everybody—this is not unique to women—see Adam for example) when she decides to hunt, he supports her regardless. There is nothing uniquely overprotective about how Dean treats women who hunt. End of. Dean has no illusions about traditional gender roles or any of that nonsense, jumping to clean dishes after dinner at Jody's and cooking breakfast for Lisa and Ben. (Our knowledge of Dean and the chores he does for his family already tell us this—but regardless). Even Demon Dean, an entity with no love for anyone and close to zero principles, targeted men who abuse and threaten women, and when Crowley ordered him to kill Lester's wife to fulfill the terms of Lester's demon deal, Demon Dean instead became so deeply annoyed with Lester's hypocrisy (he cheated on his wife first) and his assertion that it's different when men cheat, that he killed him and smiled while doing it.
So anyway, nope—I don't think Dean is a "heavy" misogynist.
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i’ve had this idea of reader meeting dominic fike backstage at coachella and hitting it off for awhile but i never know how to do it justice so i’m hoping maybe you can
first of all, i want to thank you for the sweet and kind sentiment you left on my previous work. it gave me such warmth & i can't express my love & gratitude enough for you. thank you for requesting, i hope i did your idea justice<3
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You bounce your leg at a speed you didn’t know was possible. Heart beating a mile per second, breathing controlled, but erratic. You’re in Dominic’s tour bus, sitting next to Reed, as you wait for Dom to come back after his show.
You’re still trying to process how you got here in the first place, clicking your acrylics together in favor of not chewing on your bottom lip and messing up your lip combo. It all happened so fast that it feels like a fever dream.
Dominic’s show wasn’t for another hour, but you knew that if you didn’t start making your way over soon, you wouldn’t get barricade.
So you took your last bathroom break, separated from your friends, and started walking to his stage.
When you were just a few feet away from the front, you spotted a man hauling equipment. Then, of course, he tripped and everything tumbled from his hold.
By then, everyone had started making their way towards the stage, and barricade was filling up fast. The people who saw kept moving, and you really wanted to, too. But thanks to the heavyweight of your moral compass pointing directly at the man, you groaned and stomped in place like a child. Damn it.
You mumbled curses on your way over to him, but quickly straightened up and gave a bright smile when he noticed you approaching.
Carefully, you helped pick up the equipment and placed it neatly back in the man's arms. You didn't try to rush it, knowing your front-row spot is now non-existent.
He smiled at you graciously, a look of relief clear on his face.
“Thank you so much.” He sighed, digging his shoes in the grass as if to make sure they were on tighter this time.
“Of course, no problem.” You didn't want to look back at the field, but you couldn't help it. As you expected, in those few short minutes, it’s all filled up. You’d be all the way in the back, a far cry from where you would have been had you not stopped.
The man's eyes followed your gaze, then flicked back to you as you breathed out and slumped your shoulders. He puts two and two together and tilts his head. Making a decision quickly.
“Could you grab the orange cord on top of the black one please?” He asked you. “The last thing I want to do is trip over it again when Dominic needs that one the most.”
He watched your eyes widen, and your mouth open and close; fighting for what you should say next. Shit like this doesn’t happen to you.
The man hid his smirk by using his shoulder to rub at his nose. You settled for nodding wordlessly and grabbed the cord, not trusting your brain or your mouth. The man didn't hold back that time and laughed at you, then lead the way backstage.
Cable guy, whose name you now know as Dean, introduced you to Reed, and then filled him in on how you helped him at the cost of losing your barricade.
It was sweet, Reed smiled at you and held out his hand for a high-five. Going on to tell you thank you, and leaving with a promise to meet Dom after the show. Your mind went blank, head spinning around to make sure you weren’t on a reboot episode of Punk’d.
Granted, you shouldn’t have been surprised seeing as you just landed yourself backstage, but meeting him? That hadn’t crossed your mind not once.
“Huh, what? No really, it’s fine I just helped him pick up some cords. I–” You stumbled over your words, brain not quite catching up with what just left Reed’s mouth. He laughed at you, it was warm, but it had you shutting up in embarrassment.
“It’s cool. He won’t mind in the slightest.” With that, he checked his watch and began to walk away.
“You can watch the show from the side. I’ll come grab you before he leaves the stage.” And with that, he was gone.
True to his word, Reed did come back for you just as Dominic finished up Why.
Your eyes were glazed over in admiration as you watched him jump around the stage, his energy liquid hot. Your body thrummed at how perfectly the scene fit him. And in that moment you had forgotten you were going to meet him after this all ended.
Well, until Reed placed his hand on your shoulder and jumped you out of your stupor.
Now here you are, back pressed against the cool leather of the tour bus couch.
“You’ll be fine.” Reed says, swatting your hands away to stop your clicking. “He doesn’t bite.”
You give him a nervous chuckle and shove your hands under your thighs. You know this, but still. You close your eyes and take a deep breath. He’s just another person at the end of the day. Just like you.
A human. A human who just so happens to be tall, talented, has tattoos, pretty eyes–
“Here he comes,” Reed whispers, and it’s then you hear his voice muffled behind the door, filtering in clearly when it yanks open. You see his leg first, then he’s fully coming up the stairs. Your heart stops, then drops to your stomach, he’s fucking beautiful.
Reed hops up and goes to greet him, going in for a dap that turns into a hug. You watch as he talks, curls pressed down and poking out from his crochet hat with floppy ears. They swing around with him, and you watch them move.
Scared that if you stare at Dom for a second too long, he’ll notice you before you have a chance to ground yourself. You stay seated, he hasn’t seen you yet and you’re grateful for it. Using that small window of time to take deep breaths.
You only get through one before you hear,
“Who’s this?”
Fuck.
You pick your head up and give him what you hope looks like a smile.
You introduce yourself, mentally patting yourself on the back for not stuttering your way through it. His head tilts to the side, eyebrows furrowed. Floppy ears fall with him.
“She’s the one who risked her spot at your barricade to help Dean.” Reed chips in.
Dom’s eyes go wide in realization and he smiles a smile that has your body run hot.
“Oh yeah! That was sick of you!” Your body goes lax.
“Thank you for that.” He continues.
You wave your hand up as if to brush off the sentiment. Cheeks starting to hurt from how hard you're smiling.
“Oh, no problem. My moral compass wouldn't have let me live it down.” He laughs and moves from around Reed. Arms out for a hug.
You don’t have time to think about it, your body moving on its own as reflex to not embarrass yourself more than you already have.
You stand up and reach to wrap your arms around his neck. His arms circle around your waist and squeeze. It feels routine like it’s something you’ve done many times with him. He’s warm, smells spicy but sweet, and he’s solid.
You feel his knuckles dig into your skin, then feel him spread his fingers open, palm now flat against the sides of your back. He squeezes you with more intent that way, you can almost feel the skin under your shirt, protruding from between his fingers.
It’s comforting, and you have to hide the sound of contentment you almost let out at the proximity. It rumbles deep in your chest, like a cat purring at a head scratch. It feels too natural.
Dominic’s pulling away before you can process it. The hug leaves you dopey and relaxed. You can breathe a bit better now, heartbeat reduced back to its normal beat. You miss the way Reed gives you a once over, a knowing grin stretched on his lips.
You feel as if you can speak regularly again, your brain no longer muddled and erratic. Conversation flows through you with ease.
“Your set was by far the best one I’ve seen today. You were insane.” You praise, hands moving wildly with your words. Dom laughs and brings a hand to rub at the nape of his neck.
“Thank you. It was my first show since tour, and I performed some new music. I was hella nervous.”
“Yes! I noticed. Mama’s boy was sick!” By now, your nerves were reduced to nothing. The realization that he’s a person just like you finally making the forefront of your brain.
You move back a little and take a seat on the couch, tucking one of your legs underneath you. Dom follows, and sits across, leaving some distance in between.
“How long have you been a fan?” You tilt your head up in thought, wondering how you should word it.
“Um, since 2020? I actually remember seeing a picture of you on Tumblr back in like 2018 and was like ‘Wow he’s hot.’” Dominic snickers behind his hand. “But I had no idea you made music until I heard Vampire.”
“Oh shit, I performed that during tour.” You nod excitedly, “Yes, I remember! I was at one of the shows. It’s one of my favorites, so hearing it live was godsend.” Dominic’s cheeks turn a hue of red, his dimples poking.
“Yeah, it’s a favorite of mine to perform. Were there any that you wanted to make the setlist?”
“Yeah, actually.” You clear your throat and sit more upright in your seat. Your personality doesn’t take long to show out once you deem yourself comfortable. Your next move of action is an example of that.
“Wonder if she fuck dis 'cause she think we gon’ be…rich!” You move your arms up in a dramatic manner and shake your head as if you’re in a rap video. “Hol’ on hol’ on–”
Just as you had hoped, Dominic lets out a laugh so loud it vibrates through you, causing you to break character to laugh with him.
“I don’t see what’s so funny. Your rap career was a cultural reset.” You point, shrugging your shoulders, and raising an eyebrow.
Dominic’s laugh is nasal, deep, and boyish. It has your stomach swirling and you swear bright pink hearts are in your eyes. His hat falls off when he tilts his head back, and you barely catch it before it can hit the floor.
Dominic straightens up, a hand on his stomach as if it would help keep his laughs in. Eventually, they fade into giggles, and he’s breathing out a “God.”
“I honestly wasn’t expecting that. That shit was funny. You're funny.” You tuck the hat under your arm to free your hands and bow.
“Thank you, thank you. I’ll be here all night folks.” You send a wink.
Dom shakes his head, then he notices his hat. You jump up.
“Oh yeah, here. It slipped off. It’s really nice, where’d you get it?” You go to give it back to him, but he holds his hands up.
“You can try it on if you want, it was a gift from my brother.”
“Oh, he crotches? I actually just picked up on that myself” You say, flipping the hat around to find the opening and tug it on your head.
You move the ears back so they’re laying on their respective sides and look up at him, smiling and tilting your head to the left in a vogue-like pose.
“So, what do you think? Am I giving Dominic Fike 2.0?” He doesn’t say anything for a second too long, and it’s enough to have your bit of confidence pit in your stomach. You suddenly feel sick. Before you can spill out an apology, scared you’d gotten too comfortable, he speaks.
“You look beautiful in it.” Your eyebrows raise and you squeeze your hands in your lap, lips slightly parted open. The pit in your stomach worsens, but not for the same reason.
He stares at you, his eyes follow the shape of your eyebrows, to the point of your nose, down to the plumpness of your lips. His gaze is unnerving in the best way possible and you find yourself wanting to always be under it.
“Oh, thank you.” You pull at the ears on Dom’s hat, “Your silence scared the hell out of me though, don’t do that again.” You reach over and lightly punch his knee. He’s about to say something else when Reed makes his presence known. Both you and Dominic jump at his voice.
“As much as I hate to cut this short, Dom we have to get going.” Dominic whips his head back at Reed.
“Damn, you scared the shit out of me man, I forgot you were here.”
“Me too.” You breathe, hand on your heart. As much as you’d love to drag this out, you know when to not push your luck. So you stand up and fake a pout.
“It was really nice meeting you. Thank you for taking time out of your schedule to talk with me.” Dominic stand up too, “Of course, thanks to you I was able to perform on time.”
He mimics your pout and opens his arms out for another hug, which you gladly accept. This one was a bit longer, and you aren’t afraid to squeeze him back now. You wrap your arms around his middle this time and rest your head on his shoulder. Dom’s face nuzzles into the hat and you can’t help but giggle in his arms at the cat-like gesture.
The chances of this happening again are slim to nothing, so you make sure to bask in it. Taking a deep breath, and humming. You’re the first to pull away, arms lingering on his side for one more squeeze before pulling away completely.
He’s looking at you with the same dopey smile you had given him earlier, and it would have caught you off guard if it werent for the fact that you’re giving him the same look.
“Oh!” You start, fishing for your phone in your back pocket. “Can we take a picture?” Dom nods, “Of course, I’m surprised you didn’t ask sooner.”
You look at Reed in silent question, and he hold his hand out gladly accepting your phone.
A total of seven pictures are taken. And the one that you end up loving the most is the picture of Dom hugging you from behind, his arms wrapped around your neck and your hands coming up to hold them. His face is smushed against yours, both of you in the middle of laughing as you start to tilt over. One of the ears from the hat that’s still on your head wrapped around his head.
It’s looks domestic, familiar. A warmth nestles in your chest.
Dominic’s looking over your shoulder as you scroll through them, and at the same time you favorite the image, he’s speaking.
“Could you send me those? Especially that one.” Your heart just can’t catch a break today.
“Sir, yes sir.” You open Instagram and find his profile, messaging him the pictures.
Reed checks his watch, and you know your times truly up. You begin walking towards the door, and Dom reaches around you to push it open.
“Thank you again!” You smile, looking from Reed to Dom. Your head feels hotter now that sun is beating down on you, and you realize you still have the hat on. You let out a sound of surprise and hurriedly pat your head to take it off.
“No, keep it. It looks prettier on you.” You roll your eyes and put your hands down.
“You better stop sweet talking me before you fall in love with me.” You point a finger at him, starting to walk backwards. He laughs out, and leans against the door.
“Maybe I already am, who knows?” He tilts his head up in challenge and raises his eyebrows. He’s going to be the death of you.
“Bye Dom.” You grin, waving goodbye. He yells out a farewell, saying your name in a medieval tone. You gave him one more giggle before turning around, and walking off. Looking to meet up with your friends and leave the festival.
It’s not till you’re showered, and back home in bed that you check your socials again. You open Instagram and see a slew of notifications. One that says Dominic has followed you, and another that he posted on his story.
You click his story first, and it’s one of the pictures you sent. This one is the selfie you took. You’re holding up the phone, one of your arms wrapped around Dominic’s neck and your hand cupping the side of his face, while he’s leaning into your neck.
Your head lays on top of his, hat ears falling to the side. You both share a closed-eye smile. You feel your heart flutter, then you look at the words in the top corner.
“I’ve been convinced to play Jada Pinkett next show.” A laugh of disbelief comes out and you heart the story. It’s then your phone vibrates with a DM.
dominicfike: You free right now?
dominicfike: Facetime?
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