samresonates I had to share this with you. Set in some sort of AU where Sam and Dean are living mostly happy in the bunker and Cas either lives there as well or swings by often. This is written as Sam/Cas mutual feelings of affection with Dean and Cas being super platonically close like brothers, feel free to read it as… Wincestiel? I think is the ship name? I don’t even know what tense this is written in, hope you enjoy regardless!
It’s Sam’s birthday and Dean wants to make sure his baby brother has a fun day. Times have been hard recently, it’s always them against the world (because let’s face it any help they have against the world ends up dying eventually) and he knows Sam doesn’t particularly care for his birthday. What better reason was there for being immature and roping an angel into pulling some common birthday pranks?
Pranks such as Cas using his grace to keep Sam asleep while Dean pours shaving cream into Sam’s hand before Cas’s wings gently glide over his face while he released his grace’s hold on Sam. As expected the shaving cream met his face, near immediately afterwards Sam is upright in his bed panting from the panic the shock brought him Before he can pull out a knife to threaten them Dean blows on a noise maker, grinning ear to ear as he attempts not to laugh, and rather loudly declares “Happy birthday Sammy!”
The pair are given a familiar ‘what the hell are you talking about?’ look; Sam’s head tilted, eyes narrowed slightly as his lips partially purse (this expression is often compared to a lost dog). “…. What?” Distracted by attempting to clean his face of shaving cream (and having just woken up) Sam takes a minute to register what was said. “Oh no- no Dean we are not doing anything-”
“Aw c’mon Sammy, don’t be a killjoy!” Eyes clear of shaving cream Sam is now able to see the smirk on Dean’s face, able to see the mischievous glint in his eyes that instantly puts Sam on red alert. “Only happens once a year- and besides, Cas has something for you~”
Sam’s eyes flicker towards the angel (the slight skip of his heart at Dean’s words is ignored) and finally a gentle smile breaks out on his face. “Cas…” He can only shake his head at the sight, paper party hat atop his head; plastic party garland around his neck and a curious albeit excited light in his eyes. How many years had he existed? Too many, and throughout those years how many times had he been given a chance like this? A chance to be human and participate in silly pointless games to celebrate another year of surviving?
It was these thoughts that made Sam cave, smile faintly growing at the thought of maybe managing to be happy it was his birthday- and then Cas had to speak.
“Sam I need you to roll over. Dean has informed me that birthday ‘spankings’ are a mandatory ritual , please present your rear to me so-”
“Get out!” Dean’s laughter echoes through the halls as he runs from Sam’s room, Cas is slower and falls victim to the pillow Sam had thrown at them on their way out.