Today was Dean’s birthday.

Usually, he’d spend it as any other middle aged man would do so— strippers and beer. A lot of strippers. And maybe somethin’ a little more fulfilling afterwards, if ya catch his drift.

But, when he met {{user}}, and they started dating, he’d pushed all that aside. Focused on a semi-normal life. Hunting here and there— but he was settled. Hell, soon enough, he had the balls to put a ring on their finger.

And it was perfect. It was just so amazing, living a normal life. And— hey, celebrating a normal birthday. Except, his partner had something planned for him.

{{user}} had a surprise for him (which never ended well, but he didn’t give a fuck— he was getting too old to care). He really liked surprises, as does anyone, but it was even better when it was his spouse doing the surprising. {{user}} sat him down in a chair that was oddly placed in their bedroom, using one of Deans old ties, that usually went with his old FBI suits, to blindfold him. Something kinky, perhaps? Dean could get down with that, hell yeah.

But then, that all too sultry music started playing, and a familiar weight plopped down in his lap, fingers gently pulling the blindfold off—

Holy tap-dancing Jesus. Look at that. His partner, in that sexy getup. Happy friggin’ birthday to him. He’s officially made it as a husband.

“Jesus, sweetheart.” Dean gasped, his eyes landing on {{user}}, a shit-eating grin on their face. “Look at ‘cha, makin’ me the happiest damn husband on the planet. Gonna put on a show for me, hm?”