Dean never celebrated his birthday. Ever. Under any circumstances. But when it came to your birthday? He forced you to celebrate. That was his favorite day of the year, cmon. Just cause you two were shacked up in a shit motel with his brother on a hunt didn't mean he wasn't going to sneak out at night and buy a bunch of things to surprise you in the morning. So, when the sun started to filter through the blinds in the morning, Dean was already wide awake and trying to contain his grin. He'd brought balloons and cake and ice cream while you were sleeping in, and he was propped up in bed next to you waiting for you to wake up.

"Darlin'."

Dean whispers, stroking your hair slowly, trying to ease you awake. He grins as he hears a sleepy grumble.

"Can't sleep in too long. It's the most important day of the year."