Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural. If I did, every dispute between Sam and Dean would be solved by an exuberant game of Ro-Sham-Bo, and there would probably be some Gay Chicken every once in a while.
Challenge Word: Alarm.
Word Count: 100! I nearly died. Twice.
A/N: I'm totally an expert; I described the challenge word without actually using the word. That still counts, right? D: *is punched*
Anyway. I totally couldn't get this idea out of my head, because it's just. so. Dean.
Enjoy! Also, I wish I had cake.
Summary: E/O Challenge: Alarm. Today is special, and Dean won't let Sam forget it.
Alarmed
Dean slapped uselessly at the buzzing whatever-it-was that so callously interrupted his hard-won sleep. He was almost asleep again before he remembered- shot up from the bed like a rocket, grabbed whatever clothes happened to be handy and didn't stink to high heaven.
Answering Sam's half-awake questions with a "be right back!', he was out the door.
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Twenty minutes later, he was back and carrying a white box. Sam sat grumpily at the table, frowning at Dean's smirk.
"Well? Open it."
The cake read: Happy Birthday, Samantha!
"There are butterflies."
Dean ruffled his hair, and Sam smiled.