Supernatural One Shots

Dean x Birthday! Reader

Today is Jan 27, 2020 which is my 18th birthday which is kinda crazy since i've started writing this book like 2 years ago or so now and never thought it'd blow up, but this is the final chapter and i am so glad you all followed me on my journey ❤️ -Dean

You woke up, slowly and without the familiar blaring of the alarm clock.
And without Dean's arms around you.
You turned around, face scrunching up in confusion by the lack of Winchester in your bed. You sat up in your bed, leaning your back against the head board, and grabbed your phone.

Your eyes widened as you noticed the thirty unread text messages. As you scrolled through all of them, a small smile covered your face.

You'd forgotten it was you birthday.

"I am not that old." You grumbled to yourself.
Birthdays had never been a big deal in your family. Growing up as a hunter, you celebrated merely because you celebrated another year. You usually got to pick the diner you ate at, your dad would give you a beer, and then you'd be off to the next hunt.

But that was before Sam and Dean.
To them, birthdays were big. You'd been with them for over five years now, and they only figured out when your birthday was last year, after you'd left your phone laying around and received a birthday text from your brother.

You put your phone down, then started to get out of bed, eager to find Dean.

But he found you first.

"I swear to God, if you're not in the bed....." Dean threatened, pushing the door open and walking in, a large tray in his hands.

You laughed and made yourself comfortable again. "You didn't need to do this."

"Of course I did!" He exclaimed. "Sammy! Cas! Get in here!"

You watched in amusement as all three men filed into your room, and they all made their way over to you. "Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you..." They started singing, Dean placing the tray on your lap.
"And many mooooooore!" They finished.

"Thanks guys!" You said, smiling at all of them, unable to convey just how grateful you were for them.

"Don't worry about it. Now dig in!" Dean said, motioning for you to eat.

You finally looked down at your food, smiling in excitement. There were pancakes, eggs, a muffin, bacon, and even a small bowl of fruit. "I love you guys." You said, cutting up your pancake.

Dean made his way to sit next to you, and Sam and Cas sat at the foot of your bed. "How old are you?" Cas asked.

"Cas, you never ask a girl her age." You said, smirking.

"Does that mean old?" Cas whispered to Sam.
"Hey!" You protested, then kicked him lightly.
"Yeah." Sam whispered back.

"Cas, you're older than the freaking Earth! You wanna talk about age?" You demanded.

"She's got a point." Dean said, wrapping an arm around you and kissing your temple, making you blush lightly.

"Alright, I'm gonna go clean up the mess in the kitchen." Sam said, jumping to his feet.
"I'll help." Cas offered, and followed Sam out your door.

"You're not leaving." You said, looking at Dean.
"Did you think I was gonna offer to help?" He scoffed. "I'm not leaving you."

You smiled and grabbed a piece of bacon. "Want a bite?"

Dean opened his mouth in reply, and you fed him the bacon. "Damn. I'm good." He remarked, chewing his food.

"And modest too." You teased.
You and Dean ate your breakfast together, him taking multiple bites of everything. When you were finally done, Dean grabbed your tray and put it on the bedside table.