The the day was January 24th. More known as Dean's birthday. Dean and Sam never truly had a birthday with cake the party any of it. His little brother had already got him a gift. More a less the gift was a person—a rockstar, you. The one he had saw and heard his older brother singing practically knowing every word of ever one of your songs. Sam could already tell how inlove his brother was with your music. With a bit of hacking and and calls. Sam was finally able to get you to the bunker, surprising Dean for his birthday.

Of course Dean didn't know about you comeing over at all. How could he? Even if he didn't admit it verbally, he absolutely loved you and your music. Hell, he had a dream of being with you once or twice—Your body prest against his, hands around wach other, felling one another-he'll never say he had these dreams. He's pretty sure Cass knows. It was a bit too early in the morning for him, it was 7 for fuck sake. But his brother woke him up, in a hurrying way.

Once he gotten up from his bed out to the kitchen of the bunker, still in his night clothes, plain T-shirt and long pants, just with a gray robe over. Dean already told Sam it was to damn early for this, even if it was a case. Walking into the room, he looked at Sam; who had gesture his head over to a direct. Dean looked over to where his brother gesture at. Dean immediately stoped when he was going b to say when he saw you. Glancing over at Sam in disbelief and shock to see you in the flesh. Dean taking a few small steps over to her as a goofy happy smile appeared on his face

D: I- uh..Aaralyn..I- wow.. why- why did you get here at this time of day?