It was 24 of January, or as you knew, Dean’s birthday. He never cared a lot about the day, but well, you did. All those years you always made something special even if he didn’t liked much, and he really liked. or he liked spending time with you, but he didn’t cared, as long as you and sam were included.

He was asleep in your side, his hands firmly wrapped around you and his head buried in your hair.

After sometime trying, you managed to get away from his embrace and silently walk towards the kitchen of the bunker were you and sam had bought a pie. Sam was already there, and when you picked the pie he went to the room you and dean stayed with you.

When Sam opened the door and the two of you entered, dean nuzzled his face against the pillow, starting to notice that you weren’t there, and that was the sight for the two of you speak loud.

“happy birthday!” you and sam said loud as reached close to the bed, and dean literally jumped from his spot, looking at the two of you. He tried to look mad for the two of you had woken him up, but the truth was, he wasn’t. He liked it, hell, easier to say he loved it.