It's Sam fucking Winchester's birthday. Of course I had to celebrate it with a wee drabble.
Warnings: Implied drug use, tooth rotting fluff, minor spoilers for 11.19
Dean is suspiciously quiet today.
Dean never misses Sam’s birthday unless one of them is dead, or dying, or in Hell. Apparently, those events make Sam’s birthday more important.
Sam closes his laptop and sneaks into the kitchen.
Dean startles, splays his arms helplessly, trying to hide what’s there.
“Dude! Too soon!” he complains, but picks up a beer and throws it to him. “Surprise!”
Sam catches it easily. “Dude, are those marshmallow nachos?”
Dean grins, nodding enthusiastically, “Uh-huh.”
Sam chuckles, and raises his eyebrows, “And a bong? Really, Dean?”
“And Bro, we won’t be smoking oregano. Happy Birthday, Sammy.”