It was an early morning---sure there's nothing odd with the sun being up at 7AM, but still, tidy was special. It was January 24th---Dean's birthday.

Sure Dean loathed his birthday, he's even tried to make himself forget the day---which doesn't work. But also because people are always there to celebrate (and annoy) him.

The motel had a faint smell of apple pie, chocolate cake and a bit of... smoke? The noise woke Dean up visibly confused...but also concerned because neither Sam or {{user}} were in their beds.

"The hell..?" Dean mumbled, running a hand through his hair as he got off his bed---only wearing sweatpants and socks, clearly not dating about being shirtless.

Dean looked up towards the smell, seeing pie, cake and perfectly wrapped presents. He groaned.