It's your birthday, Sammy!
“How do we know when it’s our birthdays?” Dean asks out of the blue.
The brothers are sitting on the porch of their cabin, enjoying their morning cup of coffee while looking out over the mountain ridge.
“Why, you wanna have a party complete with jumping castle and pony rides and pinata?” Sam teases.
“Ha, ha. No, Sam, my party is gonna be clown themed. Clown napkins, clown plates, clown costumes for all the guests.”
Sam does his best to look disapprovingly at his brother, but secretly enjoys their carefree banter so much. God, how he’s missed that.
“Since there’s no time up here, we don’t have any way to tell, Dean. But I don’t think it’s important anymore, either. I mean, it’s a little bit redundant to celebrate birthdays after youˋre dead, don’t you think?”
“Well, I certainly don’t want to celebrate our death days”, Dean counters. Then, after a little pause, tags on quietly: “You finally coming here, though, is cause to celebrate.”
Sam can’t help but smile at that. Yes, it is. Being finally reunited with Dean is nothing less than cause to rejoice.
“I still think we should celebrate our birthdays, though!” Dean insists.
“Why? We’ve never really done that back in life either.”
“Exactly! Which is why we should do it now. Because we can. And we have to make up for so many missed or shitty birthdays.”
Sam get’s what Dean is saying, and he doesn’t really have an objection to that either. After all, they’ve got all eternity together now. If they want to celebrate, they should celebrate.
“So, Sammy, since there is no official calendar, I hereby declare today to be the second of May. Happy birthday, baby brother! How would you like to spend your day?”
Sam smiles. “Doesn’t February come before May?”
“Uh, uh, not a chance, Sammy! Today is gonna be your birthday! Always liked that day better anyway. The day you were born? There ain’t no bigger reason for me to celebrate. Never got a bigger present.” After a beat of silence, Dean adds: “Literally. Who would have thought that tiny little baby brother would turn into a sasquatch?”
Sam feels such a rush of affection, it’s almost overwhelming. And to think that he is going to get this for all of eternity!
“So, what you wanna do, Gigantor? Throw a party? Invite friends?”
“How about we go for a drive, Dean? Just you and me and baby. I’ll even let you sing happy birthday in the car.” At the grin that is spreading on Dean’s face, Sam hastily adds: “But only once!”
“Okay”, Dean agrees with a beam. “We’re in heaven, I think I can make the song last a while.”
Sam could smack himself. Why did he have to mention a birthday song in the first place? But if he’s being quite honest with himself, he’s looking forward to it, he thinks, as he follows his brother to the car. He had to live too many years without his brothers off key singing.
They both slide into their car seats and close baby’s doors at the same time, completely in tune as they had been most of their lives.
“Anything specific you wanna see, Sammy?” Dean asks, as he starts the engine.
“No, just drive. This is gonna be perfect”, he says.
And as they drive along the dusty road, Dean making every tune of ‘Happy Birthday’ last a small eternity, he thinks it really is. The most perfect birthday he’s ever had.
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Happy Birthday!
Today is the birthday of the most magnificent Haley @heauxforhoran
Haley is kind, funny, generous, wicked and will yell at me for this post. But it's her birthday so I do what I want.
This year has been wild, most especially this last month, promotion, a loss or two, and a lot of laughter. Throughout it all Haley has been strong, fierce and inspiring. I love her dearly.
It is my honour to wish you the most wonderful of birthdays Haley, may the day be all that you want.
Love
Mel and Furgie xx
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my mom was like, "i'm gonna send you an amazon gift card for your birthday," and i was like, "oh cool, neat awesome, thanks!" and then also like, "aw crap, i'ma have to get on amazon, what do they even have there now, shit i'm gonna have to figure out...what do i even fucking need these days that i'd get there but not somewhere el--
BUY A RADITZ BUY A RADITZ MOTHERFUCKER BUY A RADITZ
IT'S YOUR GODDAMN BIRTHDAY YOU FUCKING IDIOT CHUMP MOTHERFUCKER DON'T BUY A FUCKING VACUUM
BUY
A GODDAMN
RADIIIIIIIIIIIITTTTTTTZZZZZZZZZZZ!!!
i don't even know where on that fucking cesspool of a site to look, or how to go about it, but POINT. TAKEN. thank you, birthday brain, you have not forgotten how to party.
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