likely_evil | Happy Birthday Big Brother!

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Sam knew it was Dean's birthday because he had Google calendar and it popped up a message to him that he had set back when he had been alive. Today was a big day.

Dean was going to be 30. 30! That was a big number because it wasn't them being in their twenties anymore even if Sam was really only 26 he felt older because of Hell but being 30 and adults and mid-life crises and...

He couldn't wait. He sat on the desk after Alec had left for his morning breakfast run, bouncing and just watching his brother. He wanted Dean to wake up so Sam could give him his present and sing and make him breakfast.

Well, it could be breakfast. It was really more just apple toaster strudels but they tasted like apple pie and Dean liked apple pie. And there was ice cream! And a card and a gift...

Finally, like the five year old he still acted like most of the time, he got off the desk and sat on Dean's bed, bouncing a bit. "Dean, are you awake yet?" he whispered.

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Well, he was now.

He didn't know why his brother was this eager to have him up and about, but apparently he was. He'd forgotten how much of a pain his brother was when it came to early mornings some days, and at the moment he just wanted to roll back over and go back to sleep, but well -- not an option. He had to acknowledge the oversized five year-old bouncing on his bed. There was no getting him out of it now.

"What's wrong, Sammy?" he sighed sleepily, running a hand over his face as he went.

"Nothing's wrong. You're just old." Sam broke out into a bright grin. "Happy Birthday!!!!!!"

It was amazing how his voice could actually project those exclamation points.

It was his what? Dean was clearly very confused. His birthday had gone completely unnoticed last year because he just didn't have the energy to celebrate, and he hadn't been expecting anything this year either, with Alec having no idea when his was and Sam being, well, Sam.

But his brother had remembered?

"It's my birthday?"

"Uh huh. And you're 30." He totally emphasized the age.

Yeah, Dean could have lived without the emphasis on the age. He just looked at his brother for a minute, before rolling over and starting to go back to sleep.

"Yeah, well -- that's nice."

"NO!" He grabbed Dean's shoulder and pulled him back. "I got you breakfast and a gift! Wake up!"

Sam might have some adult memories, but the majority of them were still his kid self, and Dean, you wanted him this way.

Sam got off the bed, going to the toaster where the strudels were waiting. He picked them up and put them on plates, all nice and warm, and then got the ice cream and want back to the bed, sitting across from him and holding the plate out to Dean.

At this he actually laughed, before sitting up a little more. "Alright, alright."

He shifted, before taking the plate from his brother and poking at it for a minute. "You didn't have to do this, Sammy."

"I wanted to. It's your birthday and there is supposed to be cake and ice cream and gifts." Sam smiled and took a bite of his strudel.

"Yeah, I guess so," Dean sighed heavily, before shifting so that he was leaning back against the headboard of the bed. "How'd you remember all this, anyway?"

"My laptop. A window popped up saying it was today. I think I set the messages up when I was not dead."

Dean smiled slightly as he nodded, before digging into his toaster strudel. "Well -- thanks."

There was also two spoons sitting in the little pint of vanilla ice cream that was between them. Whatever they didn't eat, Sam would offer to Alec.

He finished his strudel quickly, then reached under the bed to pull out a shoebox sized box wrapped in brown paper. "And these are for you. I spent all day finding them at the library while you and Alec were out."

He was back to bouncing. In the package were a bunch of music tapes from the bands Dean liked, but Sam knew he didn't have these specific ones. There had been a donation center that was phasing out their tapes since no one owned them anymore, and Sam found and got each and every classic rock on there was.

Dean put his plate to the side for a minute, before taking the box and unwrapping it. He paused as he looked the tapes over, going through each of them and grinning as he went.

"Where did you get all of these?"

"My secret," he said, but his smile grew. "You like?"

"I do, Sammy," he said with a nod. "Thank you."

"You're welcome." He had a very proud smile on his face. "What do you want to do today?"

Dean paused for a minute, before shrugging. "Dunno. Sleep some more?"

Because sleep was good.

Sam pouted a bit. "But sleeping takes away time in the day and you should spend all of it doing stuff."

He chuckled a bit. "Well -- sleeping is doing something, Sammy." He then shrugged. "I just wanna relax."

"Oh. Well..." He bit his lip. "If that's what you want."

He might be doing the 5 year old pout.

Dean watched him for a moment, before sighing. "Did you have plans for today?"

"Past the gift and the breakfast? No." Sam shook his head.

Dean nodded slowly, before shrugging. "Maybe when Alec shows up he'll have something in mind."

Sam nodded. "You can sleep then until Alec gets back."

Because that made sense.

"Works for me," Dean said with a grin.

"Ok." With that, Sam got up off the bed, heading back for his desk. He'd wait for Alec to get there.

Dean moved the plates and box off the bed, before curling up on his side to go back to sleep again. Maybe this birthday wouldn't be so bad after all.

Happy Birthday Big Brother!

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