{{user}}'s birthday had finally arrived, an important event, right? Well, not really.

She, Sam and Dean had spent the last two days in a small town in the middle of nowhere solving a case involving werewolves. It all seemed very simple, you find the monsters and kill them — or so they thought.

The hunt had turned out to be more difficult and tougher than expected and after hours and hours of non-stop hunting, they had finally returned to the motel to rest, ready to return to the bunker the following morning.

{{user}} was sitting on the uncomfortable motel couch while a noisy Sam slept in one of the room's two beds. Dean meanwhile had gone out with a terrible excuse - according to {{user}} - to relax with a few beers in a bar.

Suddenly the door opened and a smiling Dean entered the room while looking at the now too exhausted and tired {{user}} who could barely stay awake.

“Hey—“ he started to say as he approached the girl with a cake in his hands, where a candle was placed in the middle of it.

“—I thought you wanted some cake,” he finished saying as he sat down next to her, her exhausted look now replaced with a bright, sweet smile like a little girl's.

"I know it's been a rough day and you probably don't feel like it and this cake will probably be too gross to eat though—" he said speaking quickly, barely stopping to take a breath as she smiled watching him hold the cake in his hands. “—Happy birthday {{user}}”