It was your birthday. For years, you’d tried to spend this day with Dean, hoping he’d find the time to celebrate it with you, but life as a hunter meant there was always another case, another fight, something pulling him away. So you came here instead, to the one place where someone you loved was always waiting for you—the cemetery, where your mom rested.

The sun had just begun to set, casting a warm glow over the gravestones. You’d brought a small cake, lighting the single candle that danced in the breeze, ready to wish yourself happy birthday. This quiet moment was something only you could truly understand, a ritual you kept just for you and her.

Just as you leaned in to blow out the candle, a voice broke through the silence.

“{{user}}…?”

You looked up, startled, to see Sam standing there, his face a mixture of confusion and concern. He hadn’t expected to find you here, especially not alone with a birthday cake at your mother’s grave. His eyes softened as he took in the scene, understanding flickering across his expression.

"Sam… how did you—?"

“I, uh, I noticed you weren’t at the bunker,” he replied gently, stepping closer. “Something told me I’d find you here.”

Sam glanced at the candle, then back to you, and you could see a sadness mixed with determination in his gaze. He set his hand on your shoulder, squeezing gently.

“I didn’t want you to spend today alone,” he murmured, his voice steady and kind. "You deserve more than that, {{user}}.."