disclaimer: They are not mine, though I wish they were.
Sam opened the heavy door of the bunker, his arms full of groceries from the spur of the moment supply run dean wanted. He was instantly suspicious of the pitch black library, his hunter senses on high alert.
He walked cautiously towards the library, setting his groceries on the giant map table on his way by.
The second his foot crossed the thresh hold, the lights flicked on, showing Dean, Charlie, and Cass all standing around one of the big wooden tables, wearing party hats.
"SURPRISE!" they all yelled (Well, only Charlie yelled, Cass was stone faced, as usual, and dean "doesn't do that kind of thing")
Sam beamed at them all, spying the table laden with cake, gifts and balloons.
"What is all this?" Sam said, smiling in a way that dean hadn't seen in years.
"It's your birthday little bro"