Title: You’re a Princess, Sam
Word Count: 1,106
Warnings: mentions of a porn magazine???
Summary: Dean, the Reader, and Cas, despite Sam’s protests,
celebrate Sam’s 32nd birthday with him.
Pair: [Dean/Sam x Reader Friendship]
Original Request: Since yesterday was
Sam’s birthday, maybe you could write a one shot where the Reader and Dean like
fixes things for Sam’s birthday. Maybe they bake a cake, decorates the bunker
and comes up with weird little competitions, and then Sam
comes home and is all like “No I don’t want to celebrate’ but they insist and
they all have a really fun time. No special love relationship (^w^)
Author’s Note: “Since yesterday was
Sam’s birthday” Dear lord that was literally like three weeks I’m so sorry this
took forever to get out.
Sam had made it quite clear, to both
you and Dean, that he did not want to celebrate his 32nd birthday.
He claimed that it was simply another day and that they would be wasting their
time when there were more important matters to attend to. Though, of course,
you and Dean didn’t listen to his requests. The two of you didn’t throw
together anything elaborate, just something simple yet very thoughtful. Dean
was in charge of getting the pizza, beer, and maybe balloons, as well as making
sure Castiel knew of your guys’ plan. You were in charge of baking a cake and
trying to tidy the bunker up a little bit. Dean had sent Sam out on an over
exaggerated food and supplies run, Dean believing that he would be out of the
bunker for at least two hours.
So, with both boys out and about,
you began your end of the deal. Castiel had joined you in the middle of your
baking, and offered to start cleaning up a little. Extremely thankful, you
accepted his gesture and pointed him in the direction of the broom and duster.
Shortly afterwards, Dean had
returned home with two twelve-packs of beer and a large pizza, alongside with
two balloons, one reading ‘Princess’ and the other ‘Happy Sweet 16!’. He
informed the both of you that he had passed Sam on the way back, saying that he
was about five minutes out. You nodded, understanding, and immediately began to
clean up the mess you created in the kitchen.
“Really? The balloons,
Dean? That’s the best you could do?” you inquired, narrowing your eyes as you
placed some of your utensils in the sink.
Dean shrugged, setting the
balloons down in the living room area. “It was either that, ‘Get Better Soon’
or ‘Happy Retirement.’”
You rolled your eyes slightly at
his comment, though a soft laugh followed. You wiped a damp paper towel across
the counter, tossing it into the trash once you cleaned your mess. “Well,
kitchen is cleaned. Cas cleaned up a little around the bunker… we have
balloons… beer… pizza… we missing anything else?”
“Sam, of course,” Cas
interjected, shrugging slightly as he made his way towards both you and Dean.
“See?” Dean smirked a little,
motioning towards the balloons with a waggle of his eyebrow.
“See?” you mocked sarcastically.
You walked over towards one of the cupboards, retrieving a stack of plates and
napkins along with some silverware.
“I think Sam’s back,” Dean spoke
after a few seconds, the three of you hearing a car door slam from within the
garage. The door leading to the garage swung open, Sam emerging. He clumped
down the metal stairs, carting five plastic bags full of the list Dean had
provided him. He traipsed into the kitchen, his eyes trailing over towards the
“Why do we have balloons…? Saying
Happy Sweet Sixteen… and… Princess?” Sam inquired slowly, his eyebrows raising
at the three of you.
Dean smiled proudly, walking over
to his little brother and clasping a hand on his shoulder. “Because you’re a
princess, Sam. Happy Birthday.”
Sam couldn’t help but chuckle
lightly, his head shaking as he looked down at his brother. “I told you we
weren’t going to celebrate.”
“Yeah? Too bad,” you said,
stepping out from behind the kitchen counter and over to him with your hands at
the singe of your waist. “I did not just bake your favorite cake to not celebrate. So, we are, whether you like
Sam looked between the three of you,
sighing quietly before nodding slowly. Large grins between all of you spread
across your faces as a reaction. Dean walked over to the pizza on the counter,
grabbing it along with the beer, leading all of you to the library to eat.
Before you followed, you grabbed the balloons and quickly caught up to them. You
set the balloons down near Sam’s seat, sitting down beside him.
Dean passed everyone, besides
Cas, of course, a plate of pizza and a bottle of beer. The four of you chatted
stories from past birthdays, Cas even going into detail of what Earth’s first
birthday was like. Dean and Sam exchanged their stories of growing up when it
was their birthday.
“Yeah, sometimes Dad wouldn’t really ever get
us anything when we were younger. So, I remember one time for my birthday, Sam
snuck out to go to the drug store down the road to buy me something… and I didn’t
know where he was. So, I was freaking out and our dad came home before he did…
so, I got grounded.” Dean chuckled, shaking his head. “Thanks, Sam.”
my defense, I left a note!”
Saying ‘went out. Be right back.’ That didn’t give me jack shit.”
did get you a pretty awesome gift though.”
nodded his head in agreement, laughing. “He got me my first porn magazine.”
you were surprised on the response, you erupted into a fit of laughter. “Wait…
how old were you, Sam?” you questioned through your chortling.
was… probably eleven? Ten, maybe?”
they let you buy the porno?” Cas inquired, leaning forward in his seat a
got a few weird glances from the shoppers… this one old lady clutched onto this
cross around her neck, if I’m remembering correctly. The guy at the counter
just looked at me, nodded his head, and gave me a coupon for a candy bar. So,
Dean got a porn magazine and I got a free candy bar. It was pretty awesome.”
four of you continued to share stories and experiences of past birthdays,
enjoying each other’s company and past events. With the pizza and cake finished
and the beers downed, Dean trudged to bed and Castiel disappeared, leaving both
you and Sam in the library.
know, Winchester, you’re gettin’ old,” you commented, standing from your chair,
picking up the plates and setting them into a small stack.
don’t remind me.” Sam chuckled, standing and following your actions, cleaning
up the empty bottles and the pizza box.
simply shrugged, waggling your eyebrows at him. You began to make your way out
of the library with the plates, though you slowly pivoted around on your heels.
“Sam… Happy Birthday.”
Sam looked up at you, grinning
slightly and nodding his head curtly as if to say ‘Thank You.’ You returned the
gesture, making your way towards the kitchen to clean up.
Another A/N: Literally, this one sucks and I have
absolutely no energy to rewrite so I’m very, very, very sorry.