Owl to Sammy
(Because, you know, he completely sucks at this whole 'gift' thing, more of these! There's a haphazardly-wrapped package that looks like it was attempted to be made neat but... failed, completely. Inside are two t-shirts, with a post-script on the following note in regards to the second one.)
Sammy,
SO. MAY 2ND. Waddya know. Twenty-four. And not the Jack Bauer kind.
Bet you thought I'd forget, didn't you, you little asshole?
Dean.
P.S. It's not a fucking porn site, you lying bastard.
(There also may or may not be a copy of this picture somewhere wrapped in there too, developed in potion so it can move, wizard style. But, you know, not. Because Dean's not a sap, deep down. Nope. Not at all.)
