You Talking About Retiring? You? ; Or Dean’s Unfulfilled Life.

Mark Sheppard does not carry around a 13 year old photo of him kissing Jim Beaver for y’all to forget about his little gay character

Happy 70th Birthday to The Muppets! 🐸🌈✨

close ups under the cut! • bsky post

close ups!

those lost journal 3 pages and these gay old men live in my head rent free ❄️☕️💕

(peep the code!)

My favorite thing is knowing team free will 2.0 live in a warm, cozy and happy home filled with love, laughter and peace. They celebrate birthdays and eat dinners and dean cooks and cas burns the kitchen trying to cook. They take miracle out on walks and sam gets to have a dog again. Jack makes friends and tells them all about his two dads and his uncle sam and aunt eileen. Jack and claire make cas a "best celestial dad" t-shirt and he wears it all the time around the house, including dean's Zeppelin shirts. Dean blushes constantly. They have all the fluff and warmth and love. They make popcorn and watch movies in the dean cave. They invite claire and jody and everyone over at least once a month. Charlie visits for movie marathons and takes dean to fantasy conventions. They live fully and are whole heartedly content, not because they "earned it", but because everyone deserve this. Everyone deserve a home. And finally, they got it.

society if supernatural was about kevin, claire, and jack (full 1 / 2 / 3) [ID in next reblog]

drew mabel in my easter outfit bc I thought she’d like it 🩷🐣

Love at first bite 🦇

He’s so tired, let him rest

it's 0:03 on the 24th of january, 2003 and dean is 24 years old. he's lonely and scared and his dad hasn't seen him in person in over nine months. he doesn't really know what to do. he wanders the continent waiting for his father to text him the details of a hunt (john doesn't even bother calling anymore) and when he does, dean goes. he finds something to put his fist through. finds somewhere to kill his liver. finds someone to keep him warm at night. it's all very tideous and empty and he doesn't know how long he's supposed to sustain himself like this.

dean's 24, and his dad doesn't call on his birthday. his brother doesn't either. there was a time when sam would pretend to be asleep, but he'd really be hiding under the covers with candy he bought with change he'd pilfered (badly) from dean's pockets, waiting for the clock to strike midnight so he could "surprise" dean. but that was when dean was 8, 10, 12. dean's 24 now, and his brother doesn't give a shit.

the world feels like it's moving fast when you're 24. you think you've seen all you can already, think you've met everyone you're ever going to meet. wherever you are, whatever you're doing, it feels like that's all there is. forever.

dean's 24, and he's shit faced in a podunk town somewhere in middle america with six bucks to his name and a colt under his jacket.

it's a bleak fucking forever, and he isn't sure what he's supposed to do about it. there's that feeling in his chest like some sonofabitch has its claws stuck in there. he can't breathe. he can't think. he's scared, kind of, but he doesn't even know what he's scared of.

it's a shitty fucking feeling.

dean's 24, and he really, really just wants his mom. his family. he wants a degree, and he wants to see the proud smile on mary's face — lined, it would be lined, because dean's 24 now — when she hangs it up in the foyer. he wants —

well. whatever. it doesn't matter. dean's 24. and alone. and he thinks that's all he's ever going to be.

but dean's only 24, and there's a lot he doesn't know.

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it's 00:03 on the 24th of january, 2023 and dean winchester is 44 years old.

he's putting on a show of being annoyed at being woken up at midnight, grumbling and grouching, but really, he's preening under all the attention.

his house — and he has a house — is a mess. he's been corralled onto the couch by jody's girls who crowd around him as he waits for the birthday cake — or pie, he isn't sure yet — to arrive. they joke over his head like he there isn't six feet and change of person between them, and it makes him want to smile.

dean's 44, and his life is slow, and quiet. there's a ring on his left hand and no gun under his pillow. the only time he wields a knife these days is when he's cooking for his family. his hair is more salt than it is pepper, and his knees hurt when he bends them. he's got glasses and hearing aids and he's traded in his heeled boots for orthopedic shoes.

all this is not forever, not really, but he likes whatever it is. there's this feeling in his chest, like maybe an angel's pressed a palm to it and is blessing him. like sunshine. or a good meal. or the sound of his family being dorky in the room over. he's happy, is the thing. he's so damn happy.

dean's 44. he's got an angel for a husband and a band of almost-kids he loves so much he doesn't know what to do with it. his mother's here, too. his mother's here. her face is lined— just like his, because dean's 44 now — and when she smiles, it feels like the world is sighing. like it'll be okay.

it's a good feeling.

it's the 24th of january, 2023, and it is a birthday pie. there's a candle that he blows, and the noise following that is loud enough that he almost worries about the neighbours.

"happy birthday, dean!" they all say — mother, brother, son, husband, and the girls. his family.

cas— his cas, who's here, he's here—holds dean's face in his hands, kisses his forehead.

"i love you," he says. "you, too. always," dean replies.

dean's 44, and his life is good. it's more than good. there's so much he doesn't know, but he's not too worried about all that, because he's not alone.

life happens. they'll deal.

thinking abt this one post someone made a while back abt stanford era dean having a kid and the mom doesn’t want to be involved so dean raises the baby and it’s his ticket out of hunting and i can’t find the post now but like literally !! dean’s hanging around some town for a few months, ends up having a casual thing with some girl and she gets pregnant and dean’s like “omg i’ll stay. i’ll marry you. whatever please” bc he’s so desperate for an excuse to stop hunting and so desperate to have a family again and matter to someone but the girl is like “that’s sweet but i’m not interested in a long term relationship sorry” and dean’s like “ok ok but we can be friends and i’ll be here to help you raise the baby” and she’s like :/ “actually i was thinking of adoption” and he’s like “what. no let me raise the baby. i’m good with kids i practically raised my brother” so. they do that. he sticks around throughout the pregnancy and ghosts john and stops hunting and then she has the baby and is like, “well, bye” so he leaves with this little baby, in the impala (which he modified the seats for so he could install a carseat) and they’re on the road together and it’s rough at first, they’re in and out of motels but he feels like he has a purpose ! and he loves his kid so much and then eventually they end up at bobby’s and he opens the door and dean just holds up his baby and says “hey gramps!” in a little baby voice while waving the baby’s hand. bobby is like “what in the hell” and “where’d you get a baby ya idjit?” but then he sees the baby’s eyes and liddol nose and they’re dean’s eyes and nose and bobby takes off his baseball cap and starts crying. so dean and liddol baby move in and dean works in the scrapyard and later gets a job at a diner or something and bobby dotes on his grandbaby and eventually dean meets a nice gas ‘n’ sip cashier with the bluest eyes in the whole world and he mends things with sam by breaking the ice with a pic of his baby like “hey uncle sam” and dean’s family is complete and john never gets to meet the kid