Happy Birthday, Sammy
Title: Happy Birthday, Sammy
Author: loustat
Rating: PG?? (Very Innocent, Really)
Main Parings: Otp Sam/Dean
Disclaimer: I do not own the boys, nor do I claim any rights to Kripke's master creation. (Damn!)
Summary: It's Sam's birthday, but that's the last thing on his mind. Dean remembers.
Warnings: Some spoilers for every season here and there. But nothing big.
Authors Note: Happy birthday, Sammy! You deserve it!<3
Sammy is 27, right? I swore he turns 28 today? Aw well. If I need to be corrected let me know!<3
When Sam woke, he wasn't surprised to find his brother absent and figured he found another potential conquest last night and was probably shacking it up with them which means Dean won't return for another couple of hours.
Today he turned 27, but with everything going on and Lucifer constantly seeking him out, that was the last thing on his mind. Besides, he can't even remember when was the last time he and Dean celebrated each other's birthday or anything at all for that matter. Well, actually he can but he refused to think about it because it wasn't exactly a happy memory. Don't let the Christmas lights and eggnog fool you.
With a sigh, Sam looked over at the clock which read 7:20 a.m. Yep, Dean was going to be out for a while. Figuring he had nothing to look forward to besides a new hunt he's sure Dean will find, he laid back down and pulled the sheets over his head preparing to sleep when he heard the roar of the Impala pulling into the motels parking lot and coming to a halt in front of their room.
Sam sat up in his bed and definitely didn't expect Dean to be back so soon and was surprised to see his brother limp into the room, a scowl on his face. Sam chuckled and arched an eyebrow in question.
"What happened to you?" Sam asked, a hint of amusement in his tone, "Got into a bar fight last night or did you pick out the wrong kind of gal 'gain?"
"Shut up," Dean retorted making his way to his bed, eyes downcast as he plopped down on the mattress with a heavy sigh.
"Seriously, Dean. Do you need help with that?" Sam asked, gesturing to Dean's limp as his brother kicked off his shoes.
"Nah, I wasn't watching where I was steppin' is all," Dean assured him with a slight grin, finally meeting Sam's eyes.
"So, how'd it go last night?" Sam asked, kicking off the sheets from his body and standing up to stretch achy limbs.
Normally, he couldn't care less about Dean's sex life so long as his brother remembered to be safe. But he couldn't ignore the pang of jealousy at the thought of some random no name face taking what was his. He immediately squashed that thought and berated himself for being so selfish. He wasn't so innocent himself and he had lost Dean's trust the minute he chose to lay with Ruby and turn his back on his family for his own cause.
So, yes. He and Dean were once lovers and it started long before Dean's trip to Hell. There has always been a morbid attraction between the two since he hit puberty and though they never acted on it, it was there. Finally, after years of dancing around their feelings and many failed attempts at relationships, they finally became lovers and Sam found comfort and solace in Dean's strong embrace.
"How'd what go?" Dean asked, looking honestly confused and Sam scoffed, walking towards the restroom to wash up.
"Your conquest," Sam called out as he prepared to brush his teeth. When he was met with silence, he turned and walked back into the room and was struck dumb when he found a small item wrapped in news paper lying on his bed. He looked up at Dean, who's eyes displayed so much emotion that caught Sam completely off guard.
"I wasn't whorin' 'round if that's what your implying, Sam. This is the reason I was out all night and I have Cas to vouch for me," Dean said defensively, almost angry as he gestured towards the newspaper still sitting on Sam's bed.
Sam winced and felt guilty for being the cause of Dean's sudden mood shift and cleared his throat, "Thank you Dean. I..."
"Forget 'bout it, Sam. I'm gonna head out to pick up some breakfast, Happy birthday," Dean mumbled as he turned to grab his coat.
Sam watched him go and listened as the Impala started up before he picked up the gift Dean left him. He slowly peeled away the layers covering his gift carefully, cherishing this moment and gasped in shock at what he held in his palm.
The amulet.
Dean's amulet.
The amulet he thought his brother abandoned on their last failed hunt for God and was sitting cold at the bottom of a trash bin.
Tears welled in Sam's eyes and he heard the front door open again, an awkward Dean leaning against its frame showing no indication that he left at all.
"Dean? How?" Sam whispered confused, not trusting his voice to speak its full volume.
"I'm sorry, Sam. I'm so fuckin' sorry," Dean whispered, tears flooding those emerald depths and Sam immediately rushed over and pulled his brother into his arms.
"Dean," Sam whispered as Dean clung onto him. No words were needed to be said because Dean's actions were enough to let Sam know that this was his gift. .
Dean's forgivenss.
It felt as if all the weight of Heaven and Hell was suddenly lifted off his heart. Every wrong he has comitted suddenly didn't seem to matter anymore and his self hatred wavered, cowarding away from the love Dean gave him, had always given him.
"Happy birthday, Sammy," Dean whispered into his ear. Sam let out a choked sob and found Dean's lips with his own.
He didn't have to open his eyes to know that Dean was smiling.