For my wonderful Sasha, may you have a fabulous birthday! С днем рождения @some-people-call-it-tragic
(I hope I got that right and didn’t just call you a blind squirrel in Russian or something even worse.)
“Tell me, did you enjoy yourself tonight, Dean?”
Dean forced himself to look up from where he’d been absentmindedly staring at the glass in his hand, taking a sip of his remaining whiskey before offering Cas a slow nod.
“Yeah, Cas… Yeah, that was nice.”
Castiel -who was sitting right beside him, their knees touching-, nodded too, mirroring Dean. “Sam insisted on inviting some friends over for your birthday, I wasn’t sure you’d appreciate a surprise party, but I trusted his judgment.”
Shaking his head, Dean huffed in amusement. “I figured… It’s fine, it was good seeing everyone again.”
A silence fell, and Dean noticed how soft music was still playing in the background, even though the guests were long gone. His mom had been there, and Jody, and Donna, and some of their other fellow hunters. Even Claire had tagged along; she’d given him a dorky birthday card that jokingly spelled the message ‘congratulations, old man’.
Dean had laughed about it good-naturedly, of course. That was typical Claire.
And yet, now that the only ones left were him and Cas, along with a lot of empty glasses and some leftover snacks, he found that it nagged him. Because even if it had been an ongoing joke between them, she wasn’t wrong. Dean wasn’t getting any younger.
“I can almost hear the gears turning in your head.” Cas muttered, and Dean felt a hand carefully grazing his knee. “Something is wrong, isn’t it?”