"Mmmm" Dean moaned, "No, I don't wanna ever leave this bed"

Sam kept shaking him.

"Dean," Sam said loudly, "Get up! We're gonna be late."

"Late for what?" Dean grumbled into his pillow. He had rolled over and pulled his covers up tight to his chin so it was still quite easy for Sam to see his head.

"Dean! It's Bobby's birthday!" Sam whined he couldn't believe that Dean could forget! They go every year, "If you don't get up right now I'm gonna have to jump on you!" he continued in a stern, dad-like voice.

He paused slightly.

"Ready… ONE… TWO…" Sam started.

"All right all right! I'm getting up, how long do we have?" Dean asked he rolled over to look at his younger brother, who was wearing his favourite shirt and best pair of jeans, and was standing ready to run up and jump on Dean, who was still in bed.

"Hurry up!" Sam yelled at Dean, "Dad said if I didn't have you down stairs in fifteen minutes he'd come up and carry both of us out the door whether we were dressed and ready or not."

"FINE!" Dean said "I'm coming!" he threw his pillow at Sam and climbed out of bed.

He walked out of the room and down the hall to the bathroom, where he picked up a shirt and pair of jeans off the floor smelt them and put them on.

Sam ran downstairs ahead of dean, who dawdled down the stairs, to see his father standing next to the open front door, holding three boxes, two small ones, an a large one, which Dean was sure was a case of beer, which was a birthday custom between John and Bobby for years.

Sam and Dean climbed into the back of the car as John put he boxes in the boot.

They arrived at Bobby's fifteen minutes later.

He greeted them warmly and led them to that back yard where the other guests, mostly Bobby's family, where drinking from large plastic cups and laughing and having a good time.

"So," boomed John, "how old are we this year? Twenty-one again?"

Everyone around them cracked up laughing and Sam ran up and tugged at Bobby's sleeve.

He bent down Sam handed him the box then hugged him tightly.

He thanked Sam and stood up, Sam ran away to play with the other kids that were there. Bobby looked at Dean, who smiled and casually through the box he was carrying to him.

He caught it, opened it and walked over to Dean, and just caught him in a huge bear hug before he could flee to a quiet corner.

The party went great, and someone had decided to bring out a microphone and speakers, and do karaoke, which Sam was joining in on, with Dean huddling further into his corner, to ashamed to show his face until he got home.

By this time both John and Bobby had polished off the case and had opened, and were half way through another, and were both very drunk.

They were standing on the stage singing 'Highway to Hell', with Sam hugging both of their legs and singing along, though you couldn't hear him over the two drunken men.

It was about eleven o'clock when John and Bobby decided they were too tired to drink any more, and decided to go to bed, and because John was way to drunk to drive home and Sam was already asleep on the couch inside, the three of them stayed the night at Bobby's place, the only problem being that Dean knew they would have to help clean up in the morning.