Awww, my very first Supernatural fic! Let's celebrate!
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WARNING: This is UNbetaed. Any offer would be appreciated. Spelling and/or grammar corrections in reviews will NOT offend the author!
Summary: Dean and Sam being Winchesters on the night of Dean's birthday. Very short. No spoilers.
Dean's Birthday
"I can't let you do that, Dean."
"Sam, you know you can't stop me. I'll go, no matter what you want. Now, move."
"It's freezing out there! Do you really think that three socks can replace a shoe? That's stupid!"
"You took my shoes, jerk! I wouldn't need all my socks if you just gave them back!"
"I am not letting you go outside, you bloody idiot! It's suicide!"
"You're the idiot! I only have half a mile to walk, I'm not running a marathon."
"You don't leave me a choice, then."
"Sam, put the gun down!"
"Sorry, Dean."
"You… bloody… id–"
"…"
"…"
"…"
"Sammy, was knocking me out really necessary?"
"It was so easy I'm ashamed for you. You're staying here, that's final."
"It's my bloody birthday, Sam. Untie me."
"Dean, let me tell you what we're going to do. We're going to wait the end of the snowstorm in this motel, we'll kill the vampire before it kills again, we'll call Bobby to tell him that we're safe no thanks to you, and then, only then, you will have as many pies as you're able to eat. Damn it, I'll pay for them! But please, please, just stay here tonight."
"…Fine. But I'm allowed at least ten pies on my birthday."
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