John sneaked in to the motel room at the dead of night. It was way past the boy's bedtime and he was an hour late for Dean's birthday surprise.
He softly nudged the door open to the bathroom when he felt what was surely the handle of the back of dean's knife jammed into his spine. Damn he trained them too well.
He raised his hands and turned around slowly, watching with partial amusement at Dean's widening green eyes and Sam and his blanket trailing behind him, tiny knobby hands clutching at the back of Dean's PJs.
"Dad!" Dean lowered the knife.
"Happy Birthday Doon!"
They wasted no time celebrating with a late night ride to hunt down some birthday pie.
A/N: A little long but Hope you enjoyed! Reviews are love
Anjel