Winchester or Angel?

16. Happy Birthday

Dedicated to @The_Names_Jay58 for her birthday, which was a month ago. Belated-

"Haaaaappy birthday to yoouu, happy birthday to you, happy birthday dear Al-ex, haaaappy biiirrthdaay tooo yooouuu!" Erin, Sam and Dean had crowded me at my side of the bed, waking me up with the typical birthday song.

Erin adds on to the song. "And many moore on channel four..."

Sam also tacks on, "Scooby Dooo on channel two..."

Finally, Dean surprises me by chiming in with "And Frankenstein on channel nine!"

"Aww." I blush. "Thank you guys! Now where's my cake?"

Dean turns around to pick something up off the table behind them, then carefully brings it to me. Taking off the foil they obviously covered it with, Dean reveals a serving slice of Oreo cake with an unlit candle on top. "Here you go. Sammy, lighter."

Sam pulls a lighter out of his pocket, flicking it open to cast the candle wick aflame.

"Well darnit, guys! We were supposed to light the candle before singing Happy Birthday!" Erin scolded.

"It's fine, I'll just make my wish now." I attempt to ease her frustration. I take in a deep breath, and just before I release it, I make my wish. I'd tell you what it was, but then it wouldn't come true.

Erin claps, then hands me a fork.

Taking a large chunk out of the cake with my fork, I'm about to put in in my mouth when I notice Dean is practically drooling looking at it. Erin had walked away to clean, probably. Sam sat at a table across the room and opened his laptop, but Dean hung back, distracted by the food he can't have.

"Hey Dean?" I ask, somewhat snapping him out of his stupor. "Do you...want a piece of this?"

Dean's eyes slightly widen, probably misunderstanding me. "Sorry, what?"

"I said," rephrasing, "Do you what a piece of this cake?"

"Oh, no, no it's your cake." He halfheartedly waves off my offer.

"I know it's my cake." I state clearly. "But it's also my birthday, and I want to share it with you. Come her, sit down, and take a bite."

"Ma'am yes ma'am." Dean comes over and sits on the bed, turning to face me.

"Of course I get the first bite." I tease as I put that piece I'd previously scooped into my mouth. "Mmmmm, that's good." I make him wait in agony as I finish chewing.

I take another piece onto my fork and pretend to move it towards my mouth. "Oh come on," Dean whines. "You said you were gonna sha-" I cut him off by shoving the portion of my cake on my fork into his mouth.

"Happy?" I ask, hearing him moan and groan with his eyes closed. Man, he must really love cake. Sure, this is some good cake, but he's practically doing it with this cake.

After what seems like half an hour of Dean making love with nearly a quarter of my cake, he finally noticed I'd stopped eating due to his weirdness and ceased taking bites of my birthday cake. Apparently trying to distract me, Dean asks me a random question. "So how are you liking (26/27?) so far?"

"Ugh, I can't believe I'm really that old! Next thing you know, I'll be using a cane, or even a walker." I answer his question before finally taking a second bite of my cake. "So what has Erin got planned for my special day?"

"Well, she did just come back from hell last night, I doubt that's enough time to come up with some big party or whatever." Sam slightly snobbishly tries to dull my excitement.