Sam's Birthday-Part 1
A/N (The artwork I used for a cover image is not mine, if it is your work send me a message and credit I'll you or change it if you'd prefer.) Thanks to It'sJustADream for the advice :) This is going to be a 2-part story, the other half is already written. x
Sam opened his eyes. He knew what today was. And he didn't want to deal with it. He pulled the covers over his head. They'd been on a case since 10am this morning and they'd crashed out in bed as soon as they'd gotten in; it was now approaching 6pm; or so said the red digits of the alarm clock. He snuggled down in the warmth; he hadn't mentioned when his watch had ticked past midnight, not eager to arise the issue he wanted to avoid; his birthday. He had never made much fuss of the occasion in previous years; his Father was always too busy hunting to remember; he'd gotten a congratulations on very rare occasions. And Dean ignored the issue at Sam's request; Dean always remembered his birthday but that only dug the blade in that his Father didn't. He tossed on to his front, pressing down in to the mattress to go back to sleep.
He felt something hit his back and knew immediately who was to blame. "Don't you dare go back to sleep!" Dean called.
Sam sighed and pushed the covers back, knocking his boot-that Dean had thrown- to the floor. The bathroom door was open and from his position in bed he could see the mirror, Dean reflected in it. Dean's eyes caught Sam's as he rubbed his wet hair. "Come on, get up." he ordered and Sam knew he wouldn't quit bugging him until he did. "It's your birthday, let's get drunk 'cause I want to, drunk 'cause I want, drunk 'cause I want to!" he added in a singsong kind of way, reminiscent of the cliche song. Sam groaned, he hated his birthday, it only ever reminded him of how no one was ever there for him. Well, perhaps besides Dean.
The idea of celebrating something he had so ritualistically avoided did not seem appealing. But he knew Dean was persistent, so as soon as his eyes slowly closed again, he wasn't surprised when his duvet was ripped off, revealing his body to the cold air. He groaned, sometimes his Brother was a real dick. "Get up Sammy, it's your birthday. And this year we're gonna do it properly."
Sam knew Dean's idea of a 'proper' birthday celebration was going to involve copious amounts of alcohol and who knows how many desperate women. Not exactly appealing but a night out sounded great; especially given the night they'd had.
He groggily sat up, running his fingers through his hair. He rubbed his aching eyes as he blinked against the light.
"Come on, get up." Dean whined, chucking his wet towel in to Sam's chest. Sam shrugged it off, dropping it to the floor. "Get your stinky ass in the shower; I'm going for breakfast." Dean quickly yanked on his coat, grabbed his car keys and headed out the door. But not before swiping Sam's wallet.
Sam dropped back on to the mattress in defeat. This was not what he wanted to do today.
xXx
By the time Sam was coming out of the shower, jeans low on his hips, Dean was back. He had a large brown paper bag in between his teeth, a holder of two cups of coffee in his left hand, his car keys and Sam's wallet in his right. He kicked the motel room door shut with his heel. He dropped the keys and wallet to the table and removed the bag from his teeth.
"Damn, you need a haircut; you're giving Tina Turner a run for her money."
Sam ignored him, running his hands through his damp hair.
"Is that your way of saying I'm simply the best?" Sam smirked, taking a cup of coffee from the table. "And on my birthday too?" He mocked.
Dean rolled this eyes. "You gonna clean yourself up or what? It's bad enough I've gotta have my baby Brother as my wingman, let alone have him cramping my style."
Sam suppressed a smile. "You do know I'm grown up now, right?"
Dean munched down two donuts as Sam sat on the edge of his bed, nursing the cup in his hands. "Dean, do we have to go out tonight? I'd much rather-"
"Of course we gotta go, Sammy." Dean interrupted, licking the stray frosting from his cupid's bow. "It's your birthday; we're getting drunk so suck it up."
Sam sighed at the finality in Dean's voice. "Yeah, sure." he mumbled and headed to get a shirt. Anything to keep Dean happy.
xXx
By the time the Impala was pulled up outside a bar on a sideroad in town, Dean was already grinning to himself. Sam sat shotgun, slumped against the window, silently thinking he should have point blank refused to leave the motel. Dean got out the car as Sam relucantly followed. Dean locked up, rubbing his hands together in anticipation as he walked round to where Sam stood.
"Gonna be a good night, Sammy." He had a hand around Sam's shoulders and clapped him confidently on the chest as his eyes wandered across the barfront. "Don't worry, I'll find you a woman."
Sam merely stood in his Brother's grip and looked tiresomely up at the bar. "Excuse me if I don't jump for joy." he mumbled. He knew Dean's definition of women; sexy, easy and scantily dressed. And it definitely didn't include a second date.
Dean dropped his arms and gave a disbelieving shake of his head and he started towards the bar, Sam grudgingly followed. "Try to get you laid on your birthday and this is the thanks I get." Dean grumbled.
"I don't wanna get laid, Dean, I-" Dean silenced his argument with an almost gleeful look in his eyes and an awkstruck tone.
"Sam. College chicks!" Sam followed his eyeline to see a large group of young women in short skirts, high heels and taking shots one after the other. He passed Sam a grin and made his eyebrows bounce.
This was going to be a long night.
xXx
Sam was sat at the bar, nursing a half empty glass. Dean was crudely, and yet unashamedly, doing jelloshots off some girl's body on the pooltable, 'accidentally' knocking the glass over and having 'no choice' but to flick his tongue briefly across her skin. Sam had ducked out as soon he saw the shots being brought out. He felt a hand come down heavy on his shoulder.
"Sammy, come on, I got a girl's thigh with your name on."
Sam rolled his eyes at his Brother's crude and borderline offensive comment. "Dean, I'd rather not." he muttered, not even looking up.
"Come on, sammy, don't be a killjoy. Get a few shots down ya and you'll loosen up." Dean insisted.
Sam sighed, meeting Dean's eyes sincerely. "Dean, really, I don't-"
"Sammy," Dean interrupted with one hand on Sam's shoulder, the other pointing in his face. "-If you don't get over there and suck a shot glass off that incredibly skinny girl's openly revealed thigh-"
Sam gave up. "Fine." If it'll make Dean leave him alone afterwards.
"Ladies," Dean called loudly, as they approached the table. The group of girls looked up expectantly, and Sam could feel their eyes on him. "This is my Brother, it's his birthday today, think you can show him a good time?"
Sam watched as four shot glasses were perched precariously on the young woman's thigh, stomach, underbust and chest. Sam resisted the urge to roll his eyes. Sure, he'd drunk his fair share during his brief years at Stanford, but this wasn't appealing; he could see her ribs protruding slightly and had the urge to feed her a burger, her skin was already smeared with spilt drinks that had gone sticky and they were sticking out like a sore thumb compared to the local rednecks at the other end of the bar.
Dean looked at him expectantly and slightly insistant. This wasn't how Sam wanted to spend his birthday at all, he at least wanted to remember it tomorrow, but Dean seemed to be enjoying himself and that was enough for Sam.
Sam took a breath before leaning down and grasping the first shot glass with his lips and downing it, moving up the young woman's body, taking another shot and then another. Sam gasped before downing the final one, spilling it slight.
The young girl on the pool table sat up, pulling Sam in. She carefully licked the droplets that had escaped down his chin, trailed her tongue up and just reaching the corner of his mouth, before sidling away. To Dean it might have been sexy, but for Sam it was just uncomfortable. He could smell the alcohol on her breath, see the misplaced glue of her fake eyelashes and the amount of makeup she was wearing was covering up her beautifully natural freckles.
But Dean seemed pleased that he was finally starting to enjoy himself, or at least it looked that way. Dean was immersed in girls, as usual, and was heading for another bottle of tequila.
xXx
Nearly an hour later and Sam was sitting back at the bar, the shots quickly wearing off due to his high metabolism and sheer size. Dean was now beside him in the stool, but with the women surrounding them. Since he couldn't get Sam to the girls, he decided to bring the girls to Sam, much to Sam's displeasure; he'd debated just leaving Dean to it but he'd just have to drive back out later to pick up a stumbling Dean.
"So what's your name?" one of the girls asked him, raising her voice over the loud music.
"Sam." he replied, less than interested in her right now.
"I'm Brandi-Lynn." Sam merely nodded. He knew maybe he was being rude but right now he was not in the best of moods. "How come you're sitting here? Come dance with me." she insisted, pulling his stool around from the bar with a wide smile.
"Oh, no, I don't dance, sorry." he muttered, turning back to his drink.
"Oh come on, I bet you can move those hips when you want to." she whispered in his ear, warm and moist thanks to the amounts of drinks she had chugged down throughout the evening.
"Look, I'm really not interested. It's nothing personal, I was just looking for a quiet drink tonight." he said back. When he pulled away from her ear he saw her frustrated and venomous expression.
She disappeared rather quickly after that, Dean showing up almost immediately.
"Sam, what the hell?! That girl has been looking at you all night, what did you do?" he demanded.
"Told her I wasn't interested." Sam shrugged.
"Wasn't-? Have you lost your mind? That girl is smoking hot and you turned her away? Come on little Brother, I raised you smarter than that." Dean frowned and ordered another drink.
Sam rolled his eyes. "Yeah you did, which is why I'm not going to pick up some girl when she's drunk." Without another word he got up, holding Dean's unreadable gaze all the while and headed to the bathroom.
It's not like he didn't want to enjoy himself, but right now, the blaring music was giving him a headache, the girls all over him was making his skin crawl and he was sure the bartender was watering down his drinks anyway. By the time he got back from the bathroom Dean was leaning against the bar with a frown on his face. Sam hates that look, and hates it even more how Dean hides it as soon as he spots Sam heading towards him. Sam might not be liking it but he at least wants Dean to be happy, he swallows his pride and vows to get more involved.
A/N Hope you liked it, reviews make me smile. Part 2 will be up in a few days x