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Happy Birthday, Dean Winchester

Date & Time: Jan 24, evening
Location: apartment unit 210
Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Castiel
Summary: Celebration of Dean's birthday with a young!Sam who has been affected by time shenanigans.
Warnings: N/A

[ This day had (at least in the last few years) held a special place for Castiel. Dean's birthday had some of his fondest memories, and with Sam -- a younger version of him -- now with them, Castiel could include him. Sam would have a better idea as to Dean's tastes (and he suspected they hadn't changed much over the years, judging from how much of a 'kid at heart' Dean was)... and the angel had Marks with which to procure them with. Castiel had insisted that not only did Sam come with him to shop, but that they go so far as to bake him a pie from scratch along with dinner.

The results were more than adequate, albeit expensive both in time and Marks... not to mention the mess it made of the kitchen and their clothes, where the occasional spill of flour or pie filling had left its mark on them both.

But it had been worth it.

By the time Dean returned, the apartment was filled with a mouth-watering scent of charred beef and crispy bacon... the angel hovering over a frying pan as he brought it's contents to a plate manned by a young Sam Winchester, who was, judging from the quiet muttering between them, the brains of this culinary operation. The pie was covered in a cloth, kept warm for until the birthday boy came back. ]

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[Nice? Nice is what you say when there's nothing else to say. The child is less than thrilled by this response as is evident by his slight pout, but Dean likes it so he supposes that's all that matters. He perks up at the question, proud to have found something rare and special]

It was at the back of one of the shops, I can take you there if you want. They had a bunch of crap in a pile, and this.

[A treasure in the garbage. Something that could finally make Dean seem really and truly happy.]

[ unlike sam, dean isn't phased by cas' lack of descriptive words. he's smiling at his brother again a minute later. ]

Huh, yeah, gotta admit it's quite a find. [ as said, dean hadn't expected anything for his birthday, let alone a gift so fitting... he has to hand it to sam, the kid's outdone himself this time.

he's about to say something more when his stomach decides to speak for him by growling angrily... ]

So 'bout that food...

[ Cas and his natural stoicism means he just can't win. What he doesn't say is that it was a miracle -- the word just wouldn't fit -- but it is extremely fortuitous.

The angel glances between the brothers, his expression slowly growing more nervous as he realizes he might have said the wrong thing, and just as he opens his mouth to try and recover... Dean speaks up and gives him an opportunity to dodge the situation. ]

Uh, yes. One moment.

[ Leaving the boys with their plates on the table, he goes to the counter and retrieves his own plate, along with a glass of milk for Sam. ]

[Sam finally plops down on a chair next to his brother, reaching to start serving himself. What, don't tell him this household suddenly grew manners. He won't believe that.]

What'd you do today?

[It was lucky, that Dean was so busy that he hadn't come home before they were done, but it also picks his interest. This is a strange new world, Dean could have been up to anything! He's eager for all the stories. He passes the bacon once he's done filling his plate.]

[ once at the table, dean has to pause at sam's question. i was looking for a way to get you back to normal doesn't sound like something that would go over too well, so he just shrugs vaguely. ]

Nothing special. Some uh- mission preparations for some group going out tomorrow, or something. [ while he'd been running around with stuff like that, too, he'd spent most of the day grilling people about sam. ]

Trust me, my day hasn't been half as exciting as you guys'.

[ true enough, really. ]

I will be staying with Sam, then.

[ Too busy tucking in and preparing his burger for consumption, the angel completely misses Dean's efforts in subtlety. He takes it completely at face value -- that the ~~younger~~ older Winchester was going on a mission and as per their agreement, one or the other would watch his brother.

To Sam, he asks nonchalantly: ]

Could you pass the ketchup?

[Said younger Winchester has heard nothing of this arrangement, nor does he approve of it.]

Wait -- what? No - Dean, you can't go alone -

[He's only ever seen Dean go on hunts with their father, and true this Dean is older but they've always told him how important it is to have back up. He's been staying back doing research in libraries on his own for a while now and he'll be damned if Dean will miss his backup because he wants to leave him with a babysitter.

He jumps back to his feet. Yeah you get your own ketchup there Cas he's got bigger fish to fry.]

I'm not a baby, Dean - I can take care of myself. You're not going alone.

[ christ, you're both morons.

cas, that wasn't helpful -- though in an odd way he actually also appreciates it, goddamn it -- and sam, you get a ~calming~ hand wave. ]

Hey, hey, calm down. This is how things roll around here, Sam, and you're stayin' right here - [ a look at the angel, when he gets his damn ketchup handed to him. ] - with Cas.

[ maybe he's not going on a real mission, but he can damn well use this as an excuse to further snoop around and see if there's any way to get sam back to his original age. as much as he wants to spend time with this version of his brother, it's more important they get a child out of a war zone. ]

And who said I was goin' alone anyway? There're plenty of other Transports around to help.

[ Castiel begins squirting ketchup onto his burger, apparently unaware of the accidental slip-up that serves as an equally accidental and convenient excuse for the hunter. When Sam gets up to leave the table, Cas watches him with a furrowed brow of confusion, his eyes squinting while the two brothers exchange words, piping up only when Dean is finished speaking: ]

Correct me if I'm wrong, but I thought it was customary for the birthday boy to be denied nothing.

[ In other words, Sam, you're ruining the party. Come back to the table. ]

...Actually, I could use Sam's help in cataloging a number of documents I acquired during the last mission.

Not in our family.

[Snappy, pissed. You can never get what you want when your last name is Winchester, unless what you want is to hunt freaky things that try to kill you or rot in a library until it closes drinking triple red eyes.]

You haven't introduced me to any of those other transports and you're not offering any of them stay with me so you don't trust them as much. You're the one going out doing dangerous things - you're the one who needs backup. I'm just going to stay here and I donno - catalog whatever it is Cas has for me. If any of us should be at it alone, it's me.

[There's the little lawyer in the making.]

[ dean tosses a grateful look in cas' way ( at least somebody gets it ) and then ends up huffing a laugh at his brother. ]

No chance, buddy. You and Cas have stuff to do here. I've worked with the others before. Just 'cause I don't bring 'em around doesn't mean I can't count on 'em on the field. Plus, I know how to look after myself just fine, kiddo.

[ little lawyer or not, this isn't a fight you'll win. ]

And that's that. End of discussion.

[ Again, the angel looks between the two, brows lifting. This isn't really how he anticipated the dinner to go, but perhaps he's getting a better idea of how your average Winchester family dinner generally goes.

To Sam, he offers a gentle consolation: ]

Dean has gone on missions without me before. He'll be fine.

[ Or else anyone seen as responsible for any harm coming to Dean would have to answer to a very angry angel of the Lord. And his kid brother. ]

Please return to the table, your meal won't be as appetizing when it cools.

Edited 2013-02-04 04:55 (UTC)

I can look after myself too! I'm not a baby, Dean - I can stay home alone, I've stayed home alone heck I've stayed in worse places alone.

[Even standing up, he has to look up at his brother, his eyes welling out with tears]

You're all I've got, Dean.

[He's not leaving the table, no. Instead he moves to cling to his brother again, desperately this time, fingers digging into the fabric of his shirt.]

[ oh man, this is going in the wrong direction. but. ]

No, you haven't, dude. This is a war zone, not some sleazy motel in a hick-town in freakin' nowhere. [ and that's the truth of it. ]

So come on, let's get back to eatin', yeah? Don't wanna talk about this today of all days, do we? [ despite what he says, a hand still comes to sooth a pet on sam's upper back. ]

[ The angel sits there, quietly watching Sam before he recognizes his input is just as unwelcome as the argument over a birthday dinner and instead drops his attention to the food on his plate. His hands go to either side of his plate, because Castiel rarely ever looks completely casual at rest.

To some degree, Castiel can understand (at least from an academic point of view) how Sam feels. But Dean is right -- outside these walls is a war on a global scale, even cosmic when you throw in the fact that they travel through time. With Lucifer and demons possibly lurking around just to make matters worse, it was a dangerous place for them. Sam especially. Sam as a child perhaps moreso, if only for his vulnerability.

Instead of speaking, he just lifts his eyes to Dean and Sam briefly, but remains silent. He could offer to leave, but somehow he suspects that would be... impolite. ]

[Dean has a point and he knows it; he's been trying to take it as an adventure, as being a hero in a storybook, discovering a new dimension, saving the world. But he's not. He's just a kid, just a useless kid in a warzone. He can face bullies, he can take monsters, but what can he do against an army?

Absolutely nothing.

Dean, on the other hand, can do things. Dean can always do something. Help dad, save people, take care of him. But that doesn't mean he's immortal - none of them are. They can't handle everything, in the end they're just people. And if Dean goes out there without the backup he trusts, because he'd do anything to keep Sam safe, if something happens to him out there...

He can't even bear to think it; instead he just buries his head in his brother's chest and clings to him, making sure he's real, he's there, he's safe if only for now. There's nothing he could say to change Dean's mind, he knows it. Nothing he could do. But he's not going to let his brother get hurt either.

This is a warzone. He won't let him face it alone. He'll come with him whether he likes it or not.

So he finally pulls himself away from his brother and slumps back in his seat, his lips stretched thinly in determination.

Suddenly, his appetite is all gone.]

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