Title: Birthday Boy

Rating: PG13

Disclaimer: Neither Supernatural nor Angel are mine.

A/N - This was in response to an anonymous prompt at the ohsam comment meme: Angel/AU Spn crossover in which lawyer!Sam works at Wolfram and Hart. Sam's not evil. Just morally ambiguous in a goofy, adorable way. And now Angel has taken over Wolfram and Hart, and Lorne has instituted staff birthday parties, and it's Sam's birthday. It's the worst birthday ever, and there's something supernaturally not right about the cake . . .

This was a nightmare. No, the time he spent his whole birthday climbing through the pipes while a demon literally ate the law firm was a nightmare. This… This was beyond a nightmare. This was his personal hell.

Sam watched his cake glow ominously. He gave it a pointed look before looking across the room. Nobody else noticed.

"I'm evil. Grrr. Evil. But nobody gives me a bloody ounce of respect," Spike was complaining in the corner. He took a bite of his bright pink cupcake with the cabbage patch girl painstakingly drawn on the top and then turned to his purple nurple.

Bobby nodded awkwardly, "Imagine that."

The cake was jiggling. His birthday cake was jiggling like Jello and was at a glow-in-the-dark level and nobody was paying any attention.

Sam looked at Castiel for assistance – guardian angel and all.

Castiel was not looking at him. Sam followed his eyes to Wesley returning the stare. He looked back at Castiel. He looked back at Wesley. Back at Castiel. Back at Wesley.

He was now convinced he was cursed.

"You know I'm actually an alien, right?" No, wait, Dean was cursed, cursed to remain a horny idiot for all eternity. He leaned in close to Illyria. "It's weird here. There's nobody else like me. It's – It's lonely."

She was going to rip out his lungs. Sam was sure of it.

And how did anyone not notice the cake?!

He supposed it could be because he was standing by the cake. After all, how could anyone notice the cake when nobody even noticed the birthday boy? He was being ignored at his own birthday, in favor of identity crisis', eye-sex, and a death-wish.

He turned a thoroughly dejected face toward Jess or, at least, where Jess had been. She wasn't there anymore.

There was loud, jingly Jess Laughter and Sam followed it to his girlfriend. "You don't look anywhere near that old," she told Angel. "Trust me."

Well, that was just it.

The cake was glowing, jiggling, and rising now. Sam walked right past it and out the doors, which he closed and locked behind him just in time hear the muffled, "What the hell is that?!"

There were running feet, yelling, and some banging on the door.

Harmony looked up from filing her nails. She looked at the locked door. Angel pounded on the other side. "A little help here! Harmony"

She gave a put upon sigh and got to her feet.

Sam blocked her path. "That was the worst birthday ever," he said, sadly. Puppy dog eyes went up to level ten. "They all ignored me."

Before he knew it, he was sitting on a desk chair with a cupcake in his hand and Harmony patting his head in comfort. "Those bastards," she exclaimed.

…and Angel pounded on the door uselessly.

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