Today was your birthday, but you made sure a long time ago that the boys would never find that out.
You were best friends with the Winchesters and Castiel. You all hunted together as well.
You even lived in the bunker with them.
You hated your birthday with a passion.
Everything bad that could happen to you always seems to happen on that day.
You thought if you hid your birthday and pretended it was just another normal day, everything would be better.
You and the Winchesters were currently in a motel, resting up from a hunt before you headed back to the old bunker.
Castiel was busy with Heaven business.
You changed your clothes before you headed over to the boys’ room.
You knocked, but when you heard silence, you entered.
“Sam? Dean?” you asked as you walked in.
“Think again, love,” you heard.
You were slammed into the wall by an invisible force.
You looked to see Sam and Dean on separate walls.
Crowley was laughing.
“Oh, isn’t this the perfect birthday surprise, Y/N?” he chuckled.
I growled and thrashed about, trying to somehow break free.
“Oh, how rude of me! You must want a little song!” he said.
You watched Crowley clear his throat.
“Happy birthday to you!” he began singing, with each line sending a surge of pain through your body, “Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday, dear Y/N! Happy birthday to you!”
By the end, he had you coughing up blood.
Maybe this was the birthday where it all finally ended.
When you died.
Crowley let you go so he could watch you suffer even more.
You hit the floor with a thud.
When Crowley turned his back, you crawled to the broken devil’s trap he was standing on and pulled out your red sharpie, fixing it.
Crowley’s power was cut off because he had become trapped and the Winchesters fell.
You felt better and you wiped the blood from your mouth.
“Why didn’t you tell us today was your birthday?” Sam asked, walking over to you.
“She hates her birthday,” castiel said, appearing.
“Why?” Dean asked you.
“Because stuff like this happens,” you said, pointing at Crowley.
Crowley bowed.
“We do our best,” he said, smugly.
You rolled your eyes.
Castiel shoved a cake that appeared from thin air into your arms and Dean threw an arm over your shoulders. Sam took your hand, leading you out the door.
“Let’s go celebrate your birthday the right way.”
