smartypants

Dean Winchester is not stupid. Dean Winchester reads books. Dean Winchester listens. I repeat: DEAN WINCHESTER IS NOT STUPID Dean Winchester is indeed a smartypants.

Sam and Dean grew up together, sure one may be smarter in a particular subject like mechanics or something else, but to call one dumb is to call the other one dumb.

i actually really love conversations about their different “kind” of smarts. like, clearly (to me, anyway) they’re both brilliant dudes. great memories, great deductive reasoning, great tactical planners, sneaky, creative, etc.  

I think sam’s like, the super focused kind of brilliant. he studies. he catalogs. the shit in his brain is all neatly filed, in order of importance and then probably alphabetically and chronologically. he knows precisely what’s there and what iisn’t and when he needs to retrieve information he pretty much knows exactly where to get it from. 

conversely, dean’s brain is a mess. like, absolute chaos. a swirling tornado of thoughts and facts and memories and he only tangentially (but instinctively) has a sense for what’s in there. he can’t necessarily go right to it, either it comes out entirely without effort, or he has to cast a wide net or take an unconventional path to get to it.

two perfectly complementary kinds of smartypants. because of course.