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The knock on the door is brief before Dean swings it open and pokes his head into the room. “Dude, you can’t be asleep already. Come on, I got somethin’ ta show you.” He clearly hiding something behind his back, and the hunter shifts the mysterious box awkwardly. “Sammy. Come on man.” ((hunterbynightroadriderbyday))

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    Sam groans, and squints at the doorway. It had been pleasantly dark before his brother had unceremoniously interrupted the calm. Sam props himself on his elbow. "Dean...what?" His birthday is nearly over, probably not forgotten by the other, but not made a big deal out of. Sam's good with that honestly. It's another day. "Right now?" Sam lifts his brows. "It can't wait 'till mornin'?" Sam isn't being difficult but he's wondering if there's any sense of urgency about what Dean has to show him.

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— you are made of tender // p.s.

happy birthday sam winchester! (may 2, 1983)

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Just a friendly little note that if there are any Sams out there wanting some attention from Dean on their birthday, my Dean is here to send out some birthday love (and snark)! Just hop into my asks or IMs and we can do something.

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Sam’s S13 Birthday

[other seasons]

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Just a friendly little note that if there are any Sams out there wanting some attention from Dean on their birthday, my Dean is here to send out some birthday love (and snark)! Just hop into my asks or IMs and we can do something.

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fidelissimi :

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‘ y’comin’ birthday boy? i got pizza and that pabst blue somethin’ beer you drank a whole case of by yourself last time. ’

    "What do we need a whole case for?" Sam grinned. "You tryin' to get me into some trouble?" He shut the door on the rental he'd taken out of town just so they could have this little celebration. Walked toward the hotel. Wasn't anything fancy, but better than some of the dives they'd shared together before. The room itself was laid out like all the rest, plus a small kitchenette, and an actual fridge. "Listen, all this? It's great, but, there's not gonna be any cake or singing, right? Won't have to blow out any candles? I draw the line." He settled close to her as the door closed, fondness in his eyes.

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“No. I’m going to go that way – ” Adam pointed west. “ – and you’re going to go that way – ” He pointed east. “ – and we’re going to forget that we ever saw each other.”

    "Adam...I can't pretend that I just never saw you." Sam's brows furrowed and his eyes filled with pain. He couldn't expect any less of his half-brother but Sam was more concerned with how he got out and doing everything he could to help him now that he was topside. "Just---how did you get out? How did you escape the Cage?" Sam's expression changed as a thought entered his mind. "Is Michael...?" 'Is Michael out too?' Sam wanted to ask. The middle Winchester searched Adam's features, looking for any hint that the angel was in there.

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       “You can stop talking about it, okay? We got bigger shit to deal with right now then having a heart to heart.” There’s only so much of this that he can take. He’s trying to keep his head down and plow forward but it’s hard when images of his brother’s bloodied grimace keep floating to the surface. Dean can’t keep saying ‘I told you so’ and when it comes to the end of the world he shouldn’t have to. The threat was there but Sam ignored it. Granted, the kid thought he was doing what was best but- it wasn’t. “Come on, tell me about this case” 

    "That's exactly my point, Dean. We have Lucifer out there, doing God knows what, and we gotta find a way to stop him. But if we have even a chance in hell of doing that we gotta be a team. You can't be a team with someone you can barely look at." Hurt ruminated in the depths of Sam's eyes. He knew he deserved all the disgust, the betrayal, the phantoms of his own ire in Dean's eyes. It didn't mean he could take it for much longer than he had. Sam didn't trust himself on the hunt. It was partially why he had even brought this up. Maybe if Dean could tell Sam something he could do to make it right then Sam could help himself feel like it could be made right. Maybe then he wouldn't second guess every step, every move. That kind of over-thinking could get a soldier killed. "If we can't find a way past this then maybe...it would be better if I..." Sam looked away, eyes searching the distance. This move was classic Sam. Take himself out of the equation and maybe it had a shot at working itself out. He didn't finish his sentence. He knew Dean would see it as bailing.

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Cas gives Sam a hug, his smile felt curved against his ear, purposely-accidentally puffing an affectionate breath in lieu of actually blowing in his ear straight up. Sam might not like that and he wouldn't risk it. "Happy Birthday~" He purred, happiness emanating like static on a wool blanket. "I learned how to make icing flowers for your cake this year." He was quite proud, though they weren't completely picture perfect they's taste good. He made up for it with effort.

    Sam had been in his library, given the rare occasion he had to read for pleasure. It was his birthday and Sam would rather the day pass as normal. In pursuit of that wish Sam headed straight to the first floor room after his second cup of coffee. He had switched to tea so as not to be too keyed up over anything. Only when Cas had entered the room did Sam smile, stand. He pulled into the embrace with a gentle, rumbling chuckle. "Did you?" asked Sam. "When did you learn all that?" He would never fully love his birthday but Castiel made it bearable. Made it some modicum of enjoyable. Worth it. He loved seeing the light in Cas' eyes when he'd given Sam something he was truly excited for Sam to have. That there? That made it worth it. Sam pulled Castiel into a gentle kiss. He couldn't help another right after it. "You didn't have to, you know."

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* leaves a plate of pancakes with a candle on top in the kitchen for sam *

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    Sam smiles at the stack on the counter, shaking his head. Pancakes still counted as cake, right? He sits at the table and pours himself some syrup, digging in. It's small and lowkey and precisely the level of birthday cheer Sam has any real tolerance for. When he finishes, Sam vows to share a beer with his brother later.

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— May 2nd, 1983

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Happy birthday to Sam, a hike-in-the-desert, hippie-douche grown-up.

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"Are you really going to just stare at me after I used my best pickup line on you? Are you always this awkward?"

    "That was your best one?" Sam stood for a minute, expression appraising. "Wow. No wonder you started using that app." Sam had been caught off guard by the pick-up but figured it was all a joke anyway.

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hostile first encounters

"The fuck are you looking at?"

"Can you not look at me like that?"

"Did you just grab my ass? Seriously?"

"That was the worst pickup line I've ever heard."

"Go back to the sewer you crawled out of, creep."

"Stop checking me out. It's gross."

"This is my good suit/dress/blouse! Do you have to be so clumsy?"

"This is the worst blind date I've ever been on."

"Well, mark this as my first and last blind date."

"We could be having sex right now if you stop running your mouth."

"Did you really think you could pick up someone in an outfit like that?"

"Leave me alone."

"That's it. I'm calling the cops."

"Fuck you too! Asshole."

"You just tried to hit me with your car/bike!"

"Do you ever get your customers' orders right or are you just trying to ruin my meal?"

"This is a very important meeting, and you are blowing it."

"Are you really going to just stare at me after I used my best pickup line on you?"

"You could shut up and buy me a drink."

"Why are you such a snob?"

"Oh, so you have daddy issues?"

"Just stop talking."

"You are making a fool of yourself."

"Are you always this awkward?"

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Happy Birthday Baby!

↳ April 24th, 1967

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