I hop out the passenger seat of the car, picking my bag up and flashing my dad a smile.
"Thanks dad, I'll call you when I'm ready to be picked up yeah?" I ask, lazily slinging the backpack over one shoulder.
"Yup, that's the plan Y/N. Have fun and be safe okay? And tell Cas I say happy birthday!" he replies, returning the smile before I shut the car door.
I turn around and my smile grows upon seeing my best friend stood in her open garage, in the process of blowing up a balloon. I'm the first one here, which is good I love helping set up parties!
"Cas!" I shout, jogging down her driveway to meet her.
"Y/N!" She yells back excitedly, unintentionally letting her untied balloon go. I hug her quickly and then drop my bag, digging through my stuff until I find what I'm looking for.
"Happy Birthda-" I start as I hold out my present. The balloon she had, cuts me off by landing it's deflated self squarely on my head.
Cas and I just look at each other before cracking up laughing.
I shake the balloon off my head before attempting take two of gift giving.
"Anyways! Happy Birthday!!" I finally blurt out.
"Aw, Y/N! Thankyouuuuu!!!" She replies, carrying the present over to an empty table before coming back and hugging me tight. "Oh and Dad says happy birthday too!" I add and she laughs.
"So who else is coming?" I ask, turning around as I hear a car pull up out front.
"Well, dean, who just got here. Uh, I have a few friends from Beacon Hills you can meet them! And our friends that you already know too, obviously." she replies as her boyfriend walks down the driveway.
"Happy Birthday baby!" Dean says, smiling brightly and handing Cas a gift.
"Oh! And hi Y/N! Long time no see...hey Cas, where should I dump my stuff?" He adds, walking into the room.
Cas giggles and leads Dean through the garage to put his bags down, while I start blowing up another balloon. Waiting for the rest of the guests to show up.
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Puppy Dog Eyes and A Plaid Shirt
FanfictionRule One: don't ask your drunk friend to refill your cup with soda unless you fancy the taste of vodka invading your lemonade. Rule Two: don't look into his puppy dog eyes, you'll go weak at the knees and drunk reflexes aren't exactly on time (surp...
