Happy Birthday, Charlie
Sequel to Fresh Dirt. It’s Charlie’s fifth birthday, and her parents and uncle have a surprise for her
Authors note: This was a fun one. Feedback is appreciated!
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“Mommy! Daddy! It’s my birfday!” Charlie shrieked as she ran into your room. She launched herself on the bed, earning an ‘oomph’ from Sam as you sat up.
“Good morning, monkey,” you told her, leaning over to give her a kiss. “You excited for the carnival today?” Charlie squealed so loud your ears rang.
“WE’RE GOING TO THE CARNIVAL?!” she yelled, jumping onto your lap. You chuckled, smoothing her hair.
“Yes, baby. The carnival.” She kissed you, jumping again.
“Is Unky Dee coming with us Daddy?” She asked, looking to Sam. Sam glanced over at you quickly, and you shook your head slightly.
“Um, I’m sorry Char but Unky Dee has to work today.” Charlie instantly began to cry.
“But it’s my birfday. Why does Unky Dee have to work?” she sobbed, dropping her face onto Sam’s shoulder.
“I’m sorry baby,” you said as you rubbed her back. “He’ll be home tonight though, and we can celebrate with him tonight, okay? I promise.” She nodded, sniffing.
“Okay kiddo, let’s go get breakfast,” Sam said, and Charlie got up off the bed. He took her hand and led her out to the kitchen, so you got up and went to Charlie’s room, picking out an outfit for her to wear. You heard a soft knock and when you looked over you saw Dean poking his head in.
“Hey, I heard Charlie. Is she okay?” You sighed, nodding. Dean came to stand near you. “What happened?”
“We told her that you couldn’t come with us to the carnival because you had to work.” Dean nodded.
“That’s good. I’ll have time to get everything set up before you get back.” He sighed. “I don’t like that she cried though. I just hope it’s worth it,” he said quietly. You walked over to him and hugged him.
“It will be. She loves you, Dean.” Stepping back, you put your hand on his cheek. “Hey, you’re not allowed to get sad. She’s five. She’ll get over it.” Dean nodded and leaned forward to kiss your forehead.
“I hope so.”
“Mommy! Look at the unicorn!” Charlie tugged on your hand, pulling you towards a booth. You looked over at Sam, who was grinning.
“I’ll go get some food,” he said. Turning back to Charlie you saw she was at a balloon pop game, and for four dollars you got three darts. If you got three balloons, you could get the unicorn. You knew how to win the game, having worked a carnival when you were in college.
“Three darts for the pretty lady and her little girl,” the kid running the booth said after you had paid.
“It’s my birfday!” Charlie told him, holding up five fingers. “I’m five!” The kid faked surprise.
“Five? Nuh uh, you look at least six.” Charlie laughed, shaking her head.
“No silly! I’m five!”
“Well, because it’s your birthday I’ll give you two extra darts. How ‘bout that sweetheart?” You smiled up at the kid, then looked at Charlie.
“What do you say monkey?”
“Thank you, mister!” You Charlie how to throw the darts, and she popped one on her own. You threw yours, popping two more.
“Three balloons means a unicorn for the birthday girl!” Charlie giggled when the kid pulled a unicorn down for her. She said thanks to him, then turned to you.
“It’s so fluffy I’m gonna die!”
“Wow kiddo, nice unicorn,” you heard Sam say behind you. You turned to see him managing to hold three hotdogs, two funnel cakes, and a giant lemonade.
“Daddy! Look what I won!” She sprinted over to Sam and held her unicorn up. Because Sam had no available hands you picked her up.
“Nice going monkey! You want some food?” You found a seat at a picnic table and ate together. When you were done eating, Charlie grabbed you hand, pulling you up.
“Can we go on the rides, mommy?”
“God dammit. Where did that screw go?” Dean muttered, looking around at the scattered parts and hardware that surrounded him. He spotted the screw a few feet away and grabbed it. As he stood, his phone rang. He tucked it between him cheek and shoulder, picking up the screwdriver. “Hello?”
“Hey Dean, it’s Jeff. Kaitlyn’s dad?”
“Oh hey dude. What’s up?”
“I’m supposed to be bringing Kaitlyn over later for the party, and (Y/N) told me that you’re building a play set for Charlie. Stephanie’s mom said she’d bring Kaitlyn over, so I was wondering if you wanted some help.”
“I would love some help. The hardware keeps disappearing from me,” Dean said as he finished driving the screw. “Let me know when you get here, I’ll let you in.” They disconnected, and Dean went out to the kitchen to grab a beer. About ten minutes later there was a knock on the door and Dean went up and let Jeff in. “Hey bro, thanks for coming to help out,” Dean said.
“Oh yeah, it’s no problem.” Jeff followed Dean down to the dungeon in which he was building the playset.
“Okay, what is this place?” Dean looked up from the playset directions to find Jeff looking around, a somewhat shocked expression on his face. “Is this a dungeon?”
“Uh, yeah, it is,” Dean said. Jeff looked at him, squinting a little bit. “We don’t use this one though.”
“Okay. We are most definitely talking about that comment later,” Jeff said as he took the directions from Dean’s hand.
“If I told you what Sam and (Y/N) and I did, you would think we’re crazy.” Jeff chuckled.
“Dean, I already do after that ‘we don’t use this one’ comment. I’m sure we can work through it,” he said, clapping Dean on the shoulder. Dean laughed, nodding.
“Fair. We’ll talk about it when we’ve both had a lot more to drink,” he said.
Sam checked the time. “Hey munchkin, you ready to go home?” Charlie looked up from her ice pop.
“Is Unky Dee home?” she asked, tongue blue. You laughed, wiping excess coloring from her mouth.
“I think so kiddo. Let’s go.”
When you got back to the bunker, it was oddly quiet. You knew about the surprise, but you were worried about how quiet it was. Your heart started to pound as thoughts flew through your mind. What if none of her friends showed? What if Dean didn’t get the playset done? What if this was a huge mistake? You were sure Charlie’s heart would break if no one was there.
“Okay Charlie, you gotta close your eyes, okay?” Sam said, pulling your focus back to your daughter.
“Why do I hafta close my eyes?” Sam crouched down in front of her.
“Because, it’s your birthday and mommy and I have a surprise from you and if you don’t close your eyes, it won’t be a surprise anymore.” She nodded and covered her eyes with her hands.
“Okay I’m ready!” You smiled and leaned down to cover Charlie’s eyes and lead her into the dungeon.
“Okay let me lead you Char.” You were relieved to see several excited kids and their parents waiting in the dungeon, surrounding the play set that Dean had put together. “Alright, on three you can open your eyes. Ready? One, two, three!”
“SURPRISE!” all the kids and parents yelled as Charlie opened her eyes.
“Friends!” Charlie ran over and hugged all of her friends. Finally her eyes landed on the playset, Dean leaning against it. “UNKY DEE! Did you build this for me?” He scooped her up and spun her around.
“I did kiddo. Happy birthday!” She kissed his cheek, hugging him around the neck.
“Thank you Unky Dee. I love it.” Dean put her down, and she
and her friends swarmed the play set, swinging, playing on the slides, and
dangling from the money bars. You made small talk with the parents, keeping an
eye on the kids. Dean had put shredded rubber down around the playset, so falls
weren’t onto the concrete floor.
“Thank you, Dean. This is perfect.” He shrugged, taking a pull from his beer.
“Anything for her.”
Hours later, after cake had been eaten and presents opened, the last kids were filing out of the bunker with their parents. Charlie was struggling to stay awake, and as soon as Dean picked her up she was out.
“I’m really glad she had a good day,” Sam said as you sat on the couch in the library. You smiled, resting your head on his shoulder.
“So am I. I was so worried no one would show up,” you admitted. Sam let out a huge breath.
“Honestly, so was I,” he chuckled. Dean dropped next to you on the couch, making himself comfortable with his head on your lap. “Hey, she’s my wife.”
“You weren’t using her lap, jerk.”
“Hey Dean, would you be the best brother in law ever and get me a glass of water?” you asked. He nodded and got up, walking to the kitchen.
“Hey babe, I know it isn’t your birthday but I have a present for you,” you said. You handed Sam a box you had hidden earlier in the week.
“What’s this?” You rolled your eyes, gesturing to the box.
“Open it.” You sat up to watch Sam, excitement bubbling up. When his eyes met yours, all you saw was shock. “Really?”
“Really what?” Dean asked, coming back in with your water. Sam handed Dean the box.
“Really?” You smiled, a hand to your stomach.