CHOOSE YOUR OWN ENDING!!!! I dare you!!!
Title: One Year At A Time - Part 2 - Happy (2/2)
Pairing: Sam/Dean ...kinda.
Fandom: Supernatural.
Rating: PG
Beta:
eilan but I changed stuff cause I'm like that, so all mistakes belong to me!
A/N: CHOOSE YOUR OWN ENDING!!! Written for
nyaubaby 's birthday!
Special thanks to
jelloh0530 cause she hates to beta and she did the first part for me and then I bitched at her (honey I need more sleep *snort*).
Sam’s last birthday was spent in some no-name town in the middle of nowhere. Twenty-four years old and falling apart...it had been a fucking hard year. Dean almost dying and Dad...Dad...
And then it was just the two of them but it had really only ever been the two of them.
And now Sam was so much more aware of the dangers involved in each and every hunt. Every scrape and bruise cut Sam to the core because he knew that this could be the time that they weren’t so lucky. He could lose Dean and then he would have nothing, be nothing.
After Dad, Sam had almost lost Dean. Not from the blood and violence of a hunt but the weight of it all; their loss, Dean’s guilt and his responsibility.
But Dean was here now with Sam...mostly.
And Sam wasn’t going anywhere without Dean.
As far as birthdays went, it was pretty crappy. At first Sam thought Dean might have forgotten what with everything that had been going on lately but he should have known better. Dean had never forgotten a birthday or a Christmas, a school play or a basketball game he’d always been there for Sam.
They were lying in bed in the dark when Dean finally whispered, “Happy birthday Sammy.”
Sam smiled into the darkness.
Dean cleared his throat.
“I got you a hooker for your birthday but...erm I got horny so...” Dean deadpanned.
Sam snorted and rolled over so that he was facing his brother’s bed.
“I’m just kidding...I...got you this thing but we gotta pick it up from Bobby’s place tomorrow,” Dean said his words tripping over themselves.
“You didn’t have to get me anything...” Sam started to argue.
Dean got out of bed and got something out of his backpack.
“It’s nothing but yeah, I did Sam because you need to know,” Dean said handing Sam a tiny cake, “But here have this for now.”
Sam smiled down at the cake he clutched in his hand.
“I need to know what Dean?” Sam asked squinting at Dean trying to make out his expression in the dark.
“Oh, screw it! What did I tell you about chick flick moments?” Dean said flopping back down onto the mattress.
“Hey, you started it!” Sam heard himself say.
“Whatever, Dude.”
“I love you too Dean,” Sam whispered.
It was Dean’s turn to snort, “Shut up and eat your damn cake!”
~FIN~
Pairing: Sam/Dean ...kinda.
Fandom: Supernatural.
Rating: PG
Beta:
eilan but I changed stuff cause I'm like that, so all mistakes belong to me!
A/N: CHOOSE YOUR OWN ENDING!!! Written for
nyaubaby 's birthday!
Special thanks to
jelloh0530 cause she hates to beta and she did the first part for me and then I bitched at her (honey I need more sleep *snort*).
Sam’s last birthday was spent in some no-name town in the middle of nowhere. Twenty-four years old and falling apart...it had been a fucking hard year. Dean almost dying and Dad...Dad...
And then it was just the two of them but it had really only ever been the two of them.
And now Sam was so much more aware of the dangers involved in each and every hunt. Every scrape and bruise cut Sam to the core because he knew that this could be the time that they weren’t so lucky. He could lose Dean and then he would have nothing, be nothing.
After Dad, Sam had almost lost Dean. Not from the blood and violence of a hunt but the weight of it all; their loss, Dean’s guilt and his responsibility.
But Dean was here now with Sam...mostly.
And Sam wasn’t going anywhere without Dean.
As far as birthdays went, it was pretty crappy. At first Sam thought Dean might have forgotten what with everything that had been going on lately but he should have known better. Dean had never forgotten a birthday or a Christmas, a school play or a basketball game he’d always been there for Sam.
They were lying in bed in the dark when Dean finally whispered, “Happy birthday Sammy.”
Sam smiled into the darkness.
Dean cleared his throat.
“I got you a hooker for your birthday but...erm I got horny so...” Dean deadpanned.
Sam snorted and rolled over so that he was facing his brother’s bed.
“I’m just kidding...I...got you this thing but we gotta pick it up from Bobby’s place tomorrow,” Dean said his words tripping over themselves.
“You didn’t have to get me anything...” Sam started to argue.
Dean got out of bed and got something out of his backpack.
“It’s nothing but yeah, I did Sam because you need to know,” Dean said handing Sam a tiny cake, “But here have this for now.”
Sam smiled down at the cake he clutched in his hand.
“I need to know what Dean?” Sam asked squinting at Dean trying to make out his expression in the dark.
“Oh, screw it! What did I tell you about chick flick moments?” Dean said flopping back down onto the mattress.
“Hey, you started it!” Sam heard himself say.
“Whatever, Dude.”
“I love you too Dean,” Sam whispered.
It was Dean’s turn to snort, “Shut up and eat your damn cake!”
~FIN~