The Birthday | Supernatural | One-shot
“Dean,” Sam said suddenly, dropping himself down on a bed and motioning to the other. “Sit down.”
His older brother raised his eyebrows, glancing back at the mattress over his shoulder. “Why? Dude, come on. Do you want pizza or not?” he asked, turning back to the yellow pages.
“Dean,” Sam said again, sternly, gaining his brother’s attention.
“Just sit down.” He continued once Dean had warily sat down across from him. “I, uh, I want to give you something,” the boy struggled to say, choking often in his simple statement as he pulled a brown, paper bag from his duffle.
Dean rolled his eyes. “Sam,” he sighed as he stood.
“Dean, please. You’ve been putting this off forever. We’ve been together all day and you didn’t mention it, not once.”
“And how is that your problem?”
Sam gaped slightly, offended. “It’s my problem because I’m your brother, Dean. That’s why.” The older of the hunters rolled his eyes. “Listen, just because you don’t want to celebrate probably the best day of my life doesn’t mean that I don’t.”
“The best day of your life? Really, Sam? You weren’t exactly, you know, alive yet. Heck I was there and I was barely even… there.” He frowned but looked at Sam, sure that his point got through.”I just don’t want to, okay?”
“Well why not?”