Will Them Into Existence

Breezeway Birthdays

Wilbur walked into the front breezeway, catching the front door just as it opened and Dean and Sam piled in, fast food bag and dollar store shopping in hand respectively. The green-haired teen smirked as the brunette man shoved his brother away to get to the counter first, setting down his bag with an appreciative sigh.

"Mornin', kid." He said, turning and tossing a wrapped biscuit towards Wilbur, who caught it with a cold-chill. "How'd you sleep?"

"Okay." They replied, walking into the kitchen and sitting at a bar stool. "Why'd you guys get up so early? 'Specially you, Sam, for an ex-scholar, you have a shit internal alarm."

The blonde man in mention rolled his eyes, pausing in his sorting of dollar store birthday items to hurriedly catch a biscuit thrown at him by his older brother. "Dean! Jesus, a little warning next time."

Dean shrugged, biting into his own biscuit. "Ah, you big baby. Wilbur caught theirs just fine."

Wilbur outwardly stilled before coughing awkwardly into their sleeve, picking at the corner of the biscuit wrapper in front of them.

Dean immediately cursed, his eyebrows knotting together as he leaned forward across the counter to look at the green-haired teen. "You're not sick too, are you? Did you inhale some of the dust from somewhere?"

The teenager shook their head, eyes immediately darting around the kitchen towards literally anything else. "No, no, I'm not sick. I'm just, uh-"

They felt a brief-cold chill overtake their body, until a deep relief set into their bones. "Worried about their favorite twin brother, of course." Thomas exclaimed lightly, dropping into the bar seat beside them, pink sweater glistening in the light from the window.

Sam looked up from his cutting of decorations, smiling at the other blonde. "I'm glad you're feeling better, Tommy. It's good to see you up and around."

The shortest ducked his head, peeling open the wrapper on his own biscuit while biting back a smile.

"Crap." A nearby brunette man said, looking from the stove-top clock to his brother. "We've gotta go if we want to get everything before the party." Dean finished his biscuit, squeezing the wrapper into a ball and tossing it into the trash can on the other side of the kitchen.

Sam nodded, folding his own wrapper and placing it into the trash before stepping around the counter and squeezing Tom's shoulder, shooting Wilbur a smile. At the green-haired teens perplexed look, he only smiled, stepping closer to the door and calling over his shoulder. "Oh, yeah! Forgot to tell you guys- silly us! We're throwing Colby a birthday party. As a joint play type of celebration." He pulled the front door open, stepping out.

Dean lingered for one second, meeting eyes with Wilbur just to wink. "Our treat."

Wilbur groaned, blush falling onto their face as the front door swung closed. At least, if it was for Colby, they wouldn't have to figure out what to wear.

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Clearing their throat as the doorbell rang out, Wilbur stood and smoothed the hem of his pants, hands flailing momentarily before raising to the doorknob, pulling it open with a soft click. Outside stood a familiar teenage brunette and blonde, the former grinning with a black box tucked tightly under his arm.

"I don't know why you insist on ringing the doorbell, Colbs. You know where the spare key is." The green-haired teen lightly chided, stepping aside so that both of the figures could venture inside before closing the door behind them.

"Eh, I don't know. Still feels too new, I guess." He cleared his throat, presenting the gift box with a flourish of his arms forward. "This, General Wil, is for you."

Wilbur raised an eyebrow, crossing their arms. "Colby, it's literally your birthday."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever! But I realized I didn't get you anything for your outstanding performance, and I couldn't be outdone by your guardians. So, I uh- got you this. It's just a little something, but still."

The green haired teen fidgeted with the bottom of their jacket before grabbing the box and moving to place it on the counter, blushing lightly. "Thank you, Colby."

The brunette responded likewise, rubbing the back of his neck a little before seemingly snapping himself out of it and elbowing the blonde teen beside him.

"Oh, yeah!" Sam exclaimed, removing one arm from behind his back and revealing a bouquet of yellow roses. "Uh, these are for Tom. Wherever he is."

Seeing the flowers momentarily gave Wilbur's heart pause, but when no chill overtook them, they smiled and looked towards the living room, where the mentioned shortest blonde lay dozing. "He'll be up any minute, when he recognizes you guys are here."

Colby frowned in sympathy at the sight of Thomas, walking over and leaning against the counter. "It sucks that he got an overnight bug like that. I wonder what caused it?" He wondered aloud, arching his eyebrow when Wilbur open and closed their mouth and then nodded.

"Uh, yeah. A bug."

"Dean and-" The brunette looked around, spotting his best friend who had made his way quietly to the living room. "Uh-, other Sam. Texted us last night. Told us he felt just awful as soon as the play ended. It's horrible, but I don't think I've ever really seen Tommy sick before."

Wilbur shook their head absently, looking down at their hands. "I don't think I really have either."

Colby tutted, moving again to be beside Wilbur, raising his hand and waiting for their nod before setting it on their shoulder and squeezing lightly. "You'll have plenty of time to now. In fact, I think you might even get sick of it."

Wilbur snorted, shoving him lightly away as the front door opened and Dean and Sam made their ways in, each of their arms loaded down with grocery bags. Colby laughed, glee overtaking him as he spotted a black, ghost-themed cake from the corner of one of the cold-section shopping bags.

He made eye contact with Wilbur, and the two smiled, matching jackets glistening where the two bumped their shoulders together.

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relatively shorter chapter but i wanted to do something to celebrate colby's birthday!!! happy birthday colby brock !!!

yes, he gets presents and cake and cookies and a nice birthday dinner, it's just all off screen and up to imagination. however, wilbur's gift from colby might come in handy later ;)