It was your birthday, you were in your room at the bunker getting ready for the day when there was a knock on your door.

“Morning, birthday girl.” Dean stood in the doorway, holding a mug with your favourite hot drink in one hand.

“Morning… oh thanks, Dean.” You smiled softly, taking the mug and savouring the first sip. Dean leaned against your bookshelf, his green eyes watching you with a softness you weren’t used to seeing.

“What?” you asked, raising an eyebrow at him.

“Nothing,” he replied, a small grin tugging at his lips. “Just trying to figure out how to top last year.”

“Last year? Oh, you mean when you let me pick the music in the car for a whole hour.”

“Exactly. Tough act to follow.”

On your birthday last year, you had only been hunting with Dean for a couple of months. Now, a year later, you had both become much closer.

You laughed “Well, don’t strain yourself, Dean.”

He chuckled, holding out a hand to you. “Come on sweetheart, I’ve got something planned.”

“Wait, you do? I thought we were checking out that case Sam found last night.”

“Sam’s already on it,” Dean said with a shrug. “We’ll catch up with him tomorrow. I’m not letting you spend your birthday digging through coroner’s reports. Now, do you trust me?”