It was 1995, May 3rd to be precise. And Sam was throwing a tantrum.
"He fucking forgot my birthday Dean!" Sam yelled, throwing his shoe across the cheap motel room at his brother.
"Listen, dude, you need to calm down. Aiden and I got you a cake and shit. But you know he had to go help Caleb! He didn't expect to be gone that long, he called!" Dean said, defending his father.
"A call isn't the same! Dean! He's never been gone on your birthday! Or Aiden's! Just mine! He fucking hates me Dean." Sam was still yelling.
"Calm down, Sammy!" Dean yelled back, landing a sharp smack on the younger's rear.
"Ow! Dean!" Sam cried, giving his brother a glare.
"Just be happy more aren't coming." Dean said.
Sam continued to glare at his brother as he stalked over to the door. "I'm going for a run."
"Like hell you are." Dean said, sensing that his brother was in a running away type of mood. "Bed."
"Dean! I'm thirteen! It's 9:30!" Sam yelled, glancing at the clock.
"Bed, Sammy or I'll spank you for real. Same goes for you Aiden. Sam, fifteen minutes, I want you showered and in bed." Dean ordered, putting on his best 'Dad' voice.
"Fine," Sam muttered, walking into the bathroom, grabbing his pajamas along the way.
Dean gave Sam a smile then plucked Aiden up off the floor. "Come on, baby girl, bedtime."
"Okie dokie!" Aiden yawned, feeling no need to arouse more trouble.
"Good girl," Dean said, giving the toddler's hair a ruffle. He sat her down on one of the beds and looked around in her duffle for her pajamas. Upon finding them, he disrobed the girl and helped her into an old t-shirt of Sam's which hung long on the girl's tiny frame and a pair of grey sweats that pooled around her feet.
Aiden yawned again and gave Dean a kiss on the cheek, "Dean? Can I wait till Sammy's done so I can give him a kiss goodnight?"
"Sure, Aiden," Dean said.
Soon Sam left the bathroom, dressed in sweats and a t-shirt. He plopped down on one of the beds as Aiden ran over and crawled up onto her brother, kissing him on the cheek.
"Love you Sammy!" Aiden smiled. Then she crawled into the other bed. She was out within minutes.
Sam didn't fall asleep. In fact around eleven when Dean went to bed he was still awake. As soon as he heard Dean's snoring though, he grabbed his duffle and took off.