15.

[zombie_pen]

[sneaks over to Dean's bed on bare feet]

Don't wake up, don't wake up, don't wake up!

[has a decorated cake in his hands that he sets on Dean's bedside table]

Happy birthday, Dean~

Comments

[chipsandtea]

It's his birthday?

[zombie_pen]

Yup. Turning the big 2-9.

[chipsandtea]

Bet he loves that.

[zombie_pen]

Shh. I'm distracting him with homemade cake. [grins]

[chipsandtea]

You made cake?

[zombie_pen]

Why does everyone say that like I'm baking retarded? [pouts]

[chipsandtea]

Just a bit surprising, is all.

[zombie_pen]

My old girlfriend taught me how to bake. I can also make cookies, a mean pudding pie, & other sweets that will make your teeth rot.

[chipsandtea]

Oh, really?

[zombie_pen]

During wildfire season, she'd take me out to her parent's vacation home, & teach me how to bake. [shrugs]

Since I know Dean would never bother to learn anything like this, I figured one of us should know how to bake.

[chipsandtea]

Maybe you could teach me a thing or two.

[zombie_pen]

[laughs] Oh yeah? Your pudding pie a bit flat, Miss Tyler?

[chipsandtea]

Dunno, I've never actually made pudding pie.

[zombie_pen]

That's it. I declare an afternoon of baking.

[chipsandtea]

An afternoon of baking?

[zombie_pen]

[nods] I'm going to teach you how to make a pudding pie.