"Haaaaaaappyyyy Birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday little Sammmyyyyyy, happy birthday to-"
Beepbeepbeep!
Dean looked at his phone in surprise and read the "lost signal" message. "Son of a bitch…" he muttered to himself. Of course he would lose service halfway through singing happy birthday to his baby brother the first birthday he was away from home. He looked around outside the bar, in case someone was to come out and make fun of his tipsy singing, and redialed the number.
This time though, Sam picked up.
"Dean, what's wrong?" Music and laughter and the clinking of glasses sounded in the background.
"I – uh… I was – are you actually out?" Dean sputtered in surprise.
"Well, it is my birthday, and I do have friends that like to celebrate. And it is college."
"Yeah, but you? Out?" He couldn't believe it. Sam actually had a social life in that snobfest school of his!
"It's been known to happen!" Sam said defensively on the other side of the line. "But seriously, what's up?"
"Actually, I was in the middle of leaving you a voicemail for your birthday when my signal crapped out on me and I was calling back to finish it…" Awkward.
"Wait, so if I check my voicemail right now I'll have half a happy birthday song? Oh man I'm going to cherish that one!" Sam's familiar laughter filled the connection.
"Shuddup, Sasquatch. You're lucky I even called." Dean could feel his face turning red at the thought of being reminded of this five years down the line, and he was glad Sam wasn't actually there to see it.
"Jerk."
"Bitch."