#retired winchesters

[compo67]

Wincest 34 💜

[Hello, my dear! I hope you don't mind that I delved into the Chicago Verse for this one. <3]

#34. to pretend.

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It's a tough day in physical therapy.

None of the exercises come easy to Dean, and what's more, he had to be up by 6 AM to make the 7 AM appointment. Sam would ordinarily quip at Dean that if he didn't want to go to PT, then he should keep up with his exercises at home.

But seeing Dean wince and growl in pain during basic exercises and stretches hits Sam square in the chest. He hates seeing Dean in pain, but they both know--from experience--that if Dean doesn't move, the pain will only get worse.

Today's unlucky physical therapist is Devon, a lovely young lady who could probably find easy work being Zendaya's stunt double. Dean hasn't snapped at her... yet. She's been exceptionally patient with him, and has refrained from pushing him too hard. But Sam knows Dean could snap at any moment. This is partially why Sam came with today--to smooth things over if/when Dean needs it.

And to provide support. Though Dean won't ever admit that he needs Sam to be at his PT appointments. That's fine with Sam. They each have their own security blankets of denial.

"Easy," Devon says, keeping her voice as calm as a dinosaur trainer. "Remember to breathe."

Sam watches Dean grit his teeth during each clam exercise. Clams involve lying down on his side and pushing his top leg up. They look like a terrible ordeal, but Sam won't ever admit that.

I hate this so fucking much.

I know, it'll be over soon.

Not soon enough, she's killing me.

Ask for a break.

And extend this torture session? I think not. Fuck!

"Ow!" Dean blurts out. "I'm done, done with these clams--"

Before Dean can launch into a tirade, Devon pats his thigh and nods. "You're done. You did well." She hands him a red stretchy band.

Dean reluctantly sits up. He slips his feet and legs into the band, until the band sits mid-thigh. His job is to open and close his legs using the band--twenty times.

The phone up front rings and the receptionist asks for Devon to come over.

"Call of duty," Devon sighs. She looks at Dean, then at Sam. "Can you count for him? I'll be right back. Here. Sit in the chair of honor." She stands and motions for Sam to sit in front of Dean. "You two just count to twenty."

Puh. 'Just count to twenty,' she says. Like it's so damn easy.

If you do it in little pieces, it's not so bad, Dean.

"I can't take advice from someone who jogs five miles a day," Dean moans, squeezing his eyes shut. He starts with two stretches, then peeks his eyes open. "For pleasure, no less."

Sam sighs. He keeps up his exercise regimen because it makes him happy. The endorphins are worth it. His mood is different when he exercises. He feels a certain sense of satisfaction after a good run. Apparently, not everyone thinks this way.

"Let me help," Sam offers. "Just keep your eyes closed."

"That's easy," Dean grumbles. "Eyes closed. Now what?"

"Now count."

"Duh, Professor, that's what I was doing--mmph!"

Sam leans forward and smacks a kiss on Dean's lips.

One.

Dean whimpers and bites his bottom lip. Two. He successfully completes one whole stretch.

Three. Sam kisses him yet again.

Four. Brow furrowed, Dean struggles, but succeeds.

Five. Sam licks into Dean.

Six. Dean is anywhere but here.

Seven. Encouragement comes in the form of a deeper, longer kiss. Sam even nips at Dean's bottom lip--daring him to continue.

Eight. Dean opens his mouth a little more and tosses the reigns to Sam.

Nine. Sam takes control over every kiss.

Ten. Dean shudders.

Eleven. Sam tosses a picture out there--the front seat of the Impala--and works to shift their attention. They're sitting on the Impala's leather seats, side by side, with the radio on. There's Springsteen in the background and the windows start to fog up.

They can play pretend--they're anywhere but here.

By number fifteen, they're basically making out, with Sam's hands over Dean's hands on the edge of the table.

By twenty, Sam needs a breather in order to... collect himself. He bumps their noses together and opens his eyes. No more Impala. But Dean's eyes are still shut, which means he's still in pain, but dealing with it, and working on coming back to reality.

Sam sends over a wave of calm and relaxation.

Little by little, Dean opens his eyes. He looks at Sam with a vulnerability in his eyes Sam both hates and loves to see. Sam runs his right hand through Dean's hair. He tugs on Dean's left ear.

Two steps away from their station, Devon clears her throat.

"Little unorthodox," she comments, sneaking a smile towards Sam. "But I think y'all counted to twenty."

"Twenty-five," Dean says, loosening his grip on the table.

Sam nods. "Twenty-five."

Devon charts this. She wonders out loud if maybe Sam could accompany Dean next week. Just to see if a certain technique will work again.

When Sam brings up concerns over her coworkers and other patients bearing witness to this new 'technique,' Devon merely smiles.

"That's what these curtains are for," she says, drawing one over her shoulder. "Privacy."

Later on, Dean decides he likes Devon.

Sam decides he likes her, too.

[rainsongdean]

HAPPY VALENTINES DESTIELVERSARY

spn collage series - 11/?

[valeron99]

Quiet birthday morning.

[bloodydeanwinchester]

✨5x12 || Swap Meat✨

[chocolatecakecas]

haha okay jokes over you can give back dean winchester now. no seriously guys this isn't funny anymore

[casdeans-pie]

The people who defend Dean's death via rusty nail on a run of the mill vamp hunt always quote him saying he's going to die on a hunt as their defense of why they they're pro rusty nail death, but they conveniently seem to forget that he also explicitly fantasised about retiring and going to the beach and putting his toes in the sand. because its something he acknowledges that he deserves

[sweetonsugden]

Season 10:

Dean: “we’re gonna take some time off. I’m talking about a beach. Drinking cervezas, go for a swim, mingle with the local wildlife.

Season 13:

Dean: “A whole lot of this. But on a beach somewhere, you know? Can you imagine? You, me, Cas, toes in the sand, couple of them little umbrella drinks..”

[their-we-go]

retired dean feeling the morning sun on his skin

[its-alittleobsessed]

So i wrote a short thing. And i wasnt gonna post about it but then i thought. Why not. So.

[paunchsalazar]

Dean should have been the new new Bobby… I’ll kill myself

[aleriya-darling]

retired Dean and Cas where Cas is obsessed with tiktok and keeps making references that Dean doesn't get so he can then turn around and say "oh, you didn't understand that reference? how frustrating that must be"

and then he turns around to his garden and sings "Goodmorning pineapple, looking very good and very nice"

while Dean stares at him and mumbles "but, there's no pineapple?"

[sasanka-27]

Based on my fic where Dean mentions he owns a Cas body pillow (gifted by Sam) because you know SPN is canon in Supernatural hehehe

[fandom-addict404]

do u know what i love? more than anything?

destiel retired au. i love those gif sets/comics of dean and cas living out their retired life

if anyone wants to make one or knows of any good ones dm me PLS!!

[valeron99]

Through the time.

[charcubed]

Dean Winchester – Somebody To Love - [ on Youtube ]

A mini character study of my favorite canonical bisexual; a look at his "potential for love in all places" and the people he lost; and a tribute to the greatest love story of all time.

In five minutes :)

[stuckysnugglebutt]

So, I discovered AI Chats on Instagram today. My first chat was with Jamie Fraser from the Outlander series. As my sister said, "That went from hot to creepy real quick 🤣." (I'll post screenshots in another post)

So, I decided to try my luck with Dean Winchester instead, and this conversation happened:

Squeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!! Eeeeekkkkkkk!!!!!!