"You're taking this kinda lightly." Sam commented, getting up to get them more drinks. Dean took his drink from him and raised an eyebrow.

"Taking what lightly?" Dean asked him.

"The whole...powers thing." Sam said, taking his seat once more. "The having powers again, using them, all of it."

Dean sighed, taking a drink. "Sam." he said, looking for the right words to say. "Sam...we've been through too much for me to freak out about this."

"I freaked out the last time because your powers were coming from demons and demon blood." Dean continued. "I didn't trust Ruby especially, and she was trying her best to make you use your powers as much as you could."

"When you take everything into consideration, everything we've done and everything we've seen and gone through, I'm going to be honest. This is the least scariest and nerve wrecking thing to happen to us." Dean told him. "Our little sister, who is a miracle by herself, giving you powers isn't that big a deal anymore."

Sam smiled, feeling a weight he hadn't even realized lift off of him, and took a small pull of his drink. Dean did the same, nodding slightly.

"I'm pretty sure that it wasn't the demon blood that was giving me powers." Sam told him, getting Deans attention on his once more. "But I think...I think it was like a catalyst, something that just brought them to the forefront and made it easier to use."

"What makes you say that?"

"It's just a theory, but even before drinking demon blood I was able to use some powers, weakened and barely there, there." Sam said, rolling his bottle between his hands. "But once I started drinking it, it just came faster and easier." he shrugged. "Not like there's anything I can compare it to. And I already looked," he added, spotting the look on Dean's face. "Nothing in the bunker says that there were ever people that used demon blood for psychic abilities."

"Nerd." Dean said fondly. "But I wanna go back to what you said before, about this maybe being that's it."

"Retirement, of a sort." Sam mused. "We live in the bunker so I guess we'd be Bobby, research for others, a safe house, and alibis. We'd be the superiors for all those 'agents' on the fields."

Dean was quiet for a moment. "Not gonna lie, but that sounds amazing." he said softly. "I know I always talked about going out in a blaze of glory and everything but..." he took a deep breath. "That lost its appeal a while back."

"Yeah, it did. Once you die a few times already, all the others kinda aren't as important." Sam said, smiling softly, nudging at Deans foot with his own. "And besides, we have kids now to take care of."

"Jack and Millie." Dean said shaking his head. "Ones our little sister, the other one is like...our kid brother? Surrogate son?"

"Surrogate son." Sam confirmed, smiling at the thought of it. "Kinda weird but I like it. Makes everything a lot easier and quite frankly, considering our lives, I think this is the exact way for us to get a kid of our own."

Dean laughed at that, grinning and Sam couldn't help but note the wrinkles at the corners of his brothers eyes. Just a hint of wrinkles that were slowly becoming more and more obvious, just like the slowly creeping grey in his hair.

They were getting older, hunting aged you like hell, and well...so did hell. They were a lot older than most hunters got to be and he was thankful for that.

He also didn't want their story to end on a hunt gone wrong, lost because of slower reflexes and having one of them burn the other.

At the very least Sam wanted to be on the pyre with Dean if it came to dying on a hunt. He had no desire to live in a world without his brother should some sort of monster be the one to take him out.

"Semi-retirement sounds like an amazing idea." Sam said softly. "I don't know if mom'll want to do it, she kinda seems like she still has some hunting left in her, but," he tapped the table. "She'll come back, its her home too."

Dean nodded. "And Jack, and Millie, and Cas, if he ever drops by again." he said. "You could go back to school if you'd want to."

"I think that ship has sailed." Sam said, giving a slightly sad smile. "I keep up with online classes sometimes but I'm not going to be getting any kind of degree any time soon."

"Don't say that, you have no idea what'll happen." Dean said wagging his finger. "Then fine, you can make your own school. The Sam Winchester School of Hunting and Being a Nerd."

"You're one to call me a nerd, you're a much bigger nerd than I am." Sam said rolling his eyes. "Sci-Fi, LARPing, all those Clint Eastwood movies memorized."

"Those Eastwood movies are classics and it's a shame on you that you haven't memorized them." Dean said, a touch superiorly. "And shut up Mr. Serial Killers are cool."

"They're not cool, they're just an interesting aspect that at times intertwined with our lives." Sam defended. "And what about your cowboy fetish?"

"It's not a fetish, it's just a trope that I enjoy at times." Dean shot back. "And even if it is a kink, like you're so vanilla. I've seen you with girls and handcuffs."

"I didn't have a soul back then!" Sam protested. "You can't compare me to that time."

"Sam with all the time that we've spent together and the non existing lines that we have, I can tell you with certainty, you have your kinks and I have mine." Dean said with a nod. "So that's it. No shame or judgment, just facts."

Sam just shot him a dry look. "You're weird." he told him. "Really weird Dean."

"Right back at you."

For a moment neither of them said anything, just sipping at their beers, lost in thought.

"So that's it then, retirement here we come." Dean said, breaking the silence. Sam looked up at him and nodded. He glanced towards the small fridge they kept in the room and after a moment it opened by itself, two more beers coming out and drifting onto the table.

If Dean was freaked out or unsettled by it, Sam couldn't tell and quite frankly, he didn't think that he was. Not anymore.

Dean reached out and opened them, sliding Sams to him. Sam took it and raised it, lightly tapping it against Deans.

"Retirement here we come." Sam repeated, smiling at his brother.

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