“Dean, please just pick up..” You mumble in defeat on the phone.

This was your sixth time calling him, getting no answer every time. It was your birthday and you and Dean were supposed to celebrate it together like every year. But now you couldn’t get in touch with him.

Sam was with Jess, but at least he sent a text, wishing happy birthday to you. You heard nothing from Dean.

Until late at night, around 3am, Dean stumbles in, giggling, smelling like alcohol.

You were sat at the kitchen table, staring at your phone when he walks in.

“Where the hell have you been?” You ask annoyed and upset. You can’t believe he forgot your birthday.