Happy Birthday, Dean Winchester

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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. ]

Comments

[bikininspector]

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.]

[ganking]

[ 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. ]

BACK FROM VACAY. I MISSED YOU GUYS.

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[ 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. ]

I MISSED YOU GUYS TOO /TACKLEHUGS

[bikininspector]

[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.]