A/N: This isn't mine. I just play in the Supernatural world.
Okay, this is a one-shot for my story, "That's the Way We Roll", because I've been reading wee!chesters stories and I wanted to write one about Rissa and her wondering why they never have birthday parties.
Birthday Parties
An eight year old Clarissa climbed into the backseat of the Impala and set her backpack in her lap. A sixteen year old Dean sat in the driver's seat and a thirteen year old Sammy was laid back in the passenger seat. They'd been in this town for two weeks and she loved her second grade teacher and classmates. She had been invited to a birthday party the next day and she was anxious to ask her father if she could go.
"Hey Dean?" She asked as they headed towards the motel.
"Yeah squirt?" He replied, not looking away from the road.
"I was invited to a birthday party tomorrow… do you think dad will let me go?" She asked quietly, looking out the window.
Dean was quiet as they pulled into the parking space in front of their motel room.
"We'll just have to ask dad, Rissy." Sammy told her as he opened his door and got out. "Come on, his truck's here. You can ask now."
Rissa shook her head and grabbed her backpack. She knew better than to ask her dad now, considering her brothers had just avoided the question all together. Dean shot Sammy a look over the roof of the car. His eyes held sadness for his little sisters' weird life. She'd never been to a birthday party before. Hell, neither he nor Sammy had been to a birthday party. They'd never had one either. He followed his younger siblings into their rundown motel room with a sigh and watched as his little sister sat down at the table with a dejected sigh and drawn face. He looked up to see his dad watching his only daughter closely.
"Clarissa, what's wrong?" John asked cautiously. He didn't want to get himself into a hole with his youngest child.
"I got invited to a birthday party tomorrow." Clarissa murmured quietly.
John shifted uncomfortably in his chair. He didn't have the heart to tell his daughter no, but they really couldn't afford anyone to start asking many questions.
"It's okay daddy. I didn't want to go anyway." She reassured him, looking up at him.
John's heart broke as Clarissa looked up at him.
"But I have a question. Why don't we get to have birthday parties' daddy? I mean, we have birthdays." She said looking around at her brothers too.
John once again shifted in his seat. "Well, with our lifestyle, we really don't have the time to have parties." He said, looking down at his hands.
"And I don't have the money for presents." He added silently to himself.
Clarissa noticed the sad look on her father's face, so she walked over and crawled into his lap.
"That's okay daddy." She sighed as she laid her head on his chest. "I have you, and Sammy, and Dean. We don't need parties."
John looked up at his two sons looking down at their little sisters with soft smiles on their faces. And at that moment, he thought that maybe, just maybe, they would be okay.