In all honesty, the last year had been too good to be true. Too calm. Too... normal. Although when it happened it surprised Dean, looking back he realized he had just been waiting for the last shoe to drop. But it hadn't just been the shoe. It had been the whole caboodle...

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As soon as he smelled the scent of bacon, Dean knew that today would be awesome. It was his birthday, and although he hadn't told Lisa, somehow she had found out. She always managed to weasel things out of him when he was incapacitated. In fact, he had probably spilled the beans a couple of nights ago when they were celebrating his job promotion with a practically illegal number of drinks. Although he was looking forward to the presents and the cake, he was not looking forward to the people who would undoubtedly be involved. Somehow, Dean always managed to say the wrong thing at the worst time or say nothing when he was expected to talk. If the workings of a civilians personal life had been somehow beneficial to hunting, he would have been a pro. But since it wasn't, Dean was stuck with his social awkwardness.

He crawled out of the bed and stumbled into the bathroom. Looking at the stranger in the mirror, it was hard to know whether he should be proud of himself for moving on, or beating himself up for giving up. He pushed away the bleak thoughts and replaced them with a single happy thought: "I have been living with Lisa for almost two years, and no one has died or been maimed in any way. My life is good. Today is my birthday and I will celebrate." He went down stairs with those words echoing in his ears and a smile on his face.

As he entered the kitchen, he was blasted by a hug from Ben, who smiled at him enthusiastically and said, "Happy Birthday Dean!"

He grinned and mussed Ben's hair, "Thanks, Ben."

Lisa smiled at him from across the kitchen, in front of the stove which was overflowing with his favorite breakfast: Scrambled eggs, well done with smoked bacon that dripped with grease and sausage that smelled divine. He couldn't wait to eat, but looking up to Lisa with her sparkling eyes and in pajamas, he decided that food could wait. A good morning kiss was just what he needed. As he dipped her down for a kiss, Ben groaned loudly and said, "Stop that, I won't be able to eat."

Dean looked over at Ben and winked. "Just showing you what it means to be a gentleman."

Lisa smacked him in the arm and placed all of the food on the table. "Because its your birthday, I've decided to spoil you a little. But if you keep telling lies to my son, you may get more than a smack."

Dean smirked. "Can we just eat already? This meal looks amazing Lis, I would hate for it to get cold."

She smiled and they all dug in. About thirty minutes later, all of them having been completely satisfied, Lisa started telling Dean the plan for the day.

"I know you're not really all that in to the whole county fair deal, but I can't live my life knowing that there is a person in this town who has never been to this fair. Before you object, hear me out. There are lots of rides and different games you can play to win me stuffed animals. There's a gun show, which I have never been to but you might like. But the best thing about the fair is the food. There are literally a hundred booths entirely devoted to food. Everything possibly known to man has been deep-fried and placed on a stick. There are steak sandwiches, ground beef sandwiches, pulled pork sandwiches, and even lamb sandwiches. If you don't want to go, I can think of something else for us to do, but I really can't think of anything that would make you happier."

Dean thought about it for a moment before asking, "Do they have deep-fried pie?"

She laughed and nodded her head in affirmation before going online to get tickets.