Birthday Cake
The large cupcake with chocolate frosting and a single candle appeared before him along with a two balloons and some confetti.
“Bloody Hell,” snapped Crowley, looking up over his glass of scotch. “I am not falling for this again.”
“What the hell?” Bobby grumbled, setting his book down. “Where did that come from?”
“Now Crowley,” drawled the newest arrival to the Singer household, as he sauntered towards the kitchen table. “Is that anyway to greet your favorite frenemy? Especially when I come bearing cake for your birthday.”
“Yes, and the last time you brought me a cupcake for my birthday,” Crowley pointed accusingly at the archangel standing in the corner. “The blasted candle kept re-lighting every time I tried to blow it out.”
“Hey, trick candles are one of my specialties,” Gabriel said casually as he leaned against the door frame. “If I was thinking, I would have gotten the patent on them when I came up with the idea. Besides, I promise you this time, no trick candles.”
Dean began to snicker while Cas only looked confused. Sam however, became livid. “What?! You created those things?”
“Well, obviously,” Gabriel said. “Trick candles…Trickster. You don’t have to pull a muscle to think where the name came from kiddo.”
“How…why…you…I….I spent thirty minutes trying to blow those type of candles out on my sixth birthday because Dean put those things on my cake,” Sam managed to sputter out. “And you are telling me you invented them? Do you exist just to torture me?”
Gabriel’s only response was a typical smirk. Cas however, was still confused. “I fail to understand why humans mark the passage of their lives with confections.”
Gabriel looked as if he had been stabbed again by one of his brothers. “Because cake is good, bro. All holidays should be celebrated with sweets.”
Dean, however, had to add his two cents worth. “Still, candles aren’t necessary. This trick candle thing is one more reason why pie is so much better than cake. No one sticks stupid candles in a beautiful piece of pie. I’d rather have pie on my birthday than cake anytime.”
“Good thing no one asked you. It isn’t your sodding birthday,” Crowley said as he finally gave in and lifted the cupcake up to his mouth to take a bite. But before he could bite into the sweet treat, the candle exploded in his face.
Gabriel doubled over in laughter. “I told you it wasn’t a trick candle. But it was a Roman candle.”
“Why you little…” Crowley yelled, taking after the archangel.
“Idjits,” Bobby sighed in frustration, shaking his head. “Why the hell do I seem to attract them all?”