AN: My laptop has been screwed up since Saturday before last, so this is late. Oops.
"Dean, seriously, can I please come in? It's cold out here," Sam complained through the cracked door.
"Just hold on Sam," Dean repeated for probably the twelfth time.
Sam sighed but relented, stepping back from the door. His newfound patience was rewarded when Dean took the chain off the door and swung it wide, revealing a brightly colored banner hanging over their beds that proclaimed "Happy Birthday!" and a large chocolate cupcake sitting on the table, a single candle burning in the middle of it.
Dean grinned widely at Sam, his face the picture of happiness. "Happy birthday little brother!"