Dean woke me up, once again, and I opened my eyes right away, glaring at him sleepily. "How many times is this going to happen? I'm pretty done with you waking me up after like an hour of sleep."
"Last night you got four, and just now you've gotten three, so I think seven is enough. Hell, I survive on four." Dean looked a bit smug, so I moved my leg to kick him, wincing when I felt my shin's spike of pain. That was definitely going to have a bruise.
"Whatever." I sat up slowly, blinking the sleep out of my eyes, and glanced at the clock. 6:30. That wasn't too late. "When are we going out?"
"Eight-thirty, maybe? After you're ready." Dean paused, a grin starting to spread across his face, and I remembered the secret I'd suspected when we'd been in the restaurant. He started to move towards the bathroom, and I wrinkled my brow, suspicion coloring my expression.
"What exactly is going on here?" I asked, debating standing but deciding against it when I tested weight on my shin. No use standing when there wasn't a necessity for it. "You guys have been acting kinda shady since lunch."
"Well you've been sleeping since lunch, so you don't really have much evidence, do you?" Sam smiled and then went into the bathroom, coming out quickly holding stuff behind his back. Dean grabbed one of the things he was holding and hid it behind himself, and I kept sitting still, wanting to crane my neck to peek but figuring they'd probably give them to me faster if I was patient.
"First off, happy birthday. From, Sammy." Sam handed me his first, and I was almost too awestruck to take it.
It was a very intricately wrapped and decorated present, a thin box about the length of my forearm, and I took it from him gingerly, touching the bow like I'd never seen it before. "Did you guys get this wrapped?" I whispered, looking up at them in surprise. I doubted they'd done it themselves.
"Yeah," Sam replied. "The store did it for a couple bucks extra when we got it. It was worth it, since it's not like we would have been able to do it that well ourselves."
I realized I was grinning when my cheeks started to hurt, and I tried to relax it, but it wouldn't budge. "Should I open it?"
They both laughed. "That's sort of the point," Dean chuckled.
I peeled up the tape on the bottom, being very careful not to rip any of the wrapping paper as I took it off and laid it on the bed next to me. With it all gone, there was just a simple white box, and it wasn't even taped shut. Opening it revealed a bunch of black fabric, and I lifted it out, a dress unraveling in front of me. A black tank dress that would fall to just above mid-thigh on me. It was surprising to see something that was actually girly after being with Sam and Dean for so long. I was almost tempted to ask "for me?"
"It's for tonight, going out and partying or whatever," Sam said, smiling because I was smiling. "We're like ninety-nine percent sure it's going to fit."
I didn't even bother asking about the possibility that it didn't fit. They knew me too well, including my clothing size, for it not to.
"Now my present." Dean's smile widened, and he revealed what was hidden behind him, another perfectly wrapped box that was taller than Sam's. "Happy birthday, Megan. Love, Dean."
I felt a blush rising in my cheeks as I took the gift from him, trying in a brief second to figure out what it was based on weight. It had been a long time since I'd gotten a present like this, though, and most of the memories were faded.
"Open it," Dean said impatiently, and I followed his direction, peeling the tape up as carefully as I had the first time and carefully laying the extra paper on top of Sam's. Dean's box was white, too, but I was starting to recognize the shape while I opened it. A shoebox.
My grin got impossibly bigger when I saw what shoes he'd gotten me.
"You got me girly combat boots?" I asked, looking down at his almost matching ones.
"Technically, their title is black slouchy belted combat boots," Dean corrected, pointing towards the belts on the boots. "Mine don't have those."
"These are perfect."
"Thanks for calling the dress perfect," Sam grumbled jokingly, and I smiled at him.
"They're both perfect, and so are you guys." I put the shoes gently on the bed next to me on the side opposite the wrapping paper, standing up and hugging them together. "This is the best birthday ever. Thank you so much."
"No problem," Dean said at the same time Sammy said "You're welcome." I couldn't help but laugh, fighting off happy tears that threatened to fall. Crying was probably one of the last things I should have been doing.
"Well go get ready, then," Dean said after a couple seconds, moving backwards and handing me the two boxes. "We wanna see what the dress looks like."
"You can wait until we leave to see what it looks like," I said quickly, not wanting him to see it until I was completely ready. If this was my birthday party, then I'd need to look good, and that took time.
