"You guys..." Emerson couldn't keep the blush from her cheeks. "You didn't have to get me anything." Sam smiled warmly as he handed her a gold gift bag with white tissue paper poking out of the top. He was sitting next to her on the couch and she accepted the gift.
"It's your birthday, Emmy." Was his reply from where he sat beside her. Dean sat down on the coffee table across from them, his gifts on his lap. The two men watched the young woman push back her russet colored tresses before plucking out the tissue paper to reveal a candle, a book and a necklace with a brass wing and a skeleton key.
"Sam, it's perfect." Emerson admired the key necklace before slipping it over her head and reaching out to hug the man next to her tight. "You'd be such a good boyfriend."
That made him chuckle softly. "Right." There was a hint of sarcasm there, something Sam rarely used. He brushed a kiss to the side of her head as he hugged her back.
Emerson let him go a few seconds later and turned over the paperback book to read the back cover. "Thanks, Sammy." She felt him smile next to her before the older man cleared his throat.
"Happy birthday, Juno." Dean's nickname for her always made her smile. He handed her a box and she accepted it, looking up at him somewhat questioningly. It was light and she gave it a shake.
"What did you get me?" She almost felt nervous as she peeled off the light blue paper to reveal a white clothing box. Gray met green before she lifted the lid carefully and set it aside to her right. Her small hands opened the tissue paper to reveal his gift, her gaze falling on the garmet. "Lingerie, Winchester?"
Sam's eyes got wide as she gingerly pulled out a lacy black and pink item. "Really Dean?"
"Stand up." He took the item from her and the redhead rose slowly, unsure of his intentions.
Dean's warm hands moved to her hips and urged her closer to him. Emerson was standing in between his knees as he stay seated on the coffee table. "Lift up your shirt."
"What?" Emerson managed, her eyes wide, cheeks burning with embarrassment.
His green eyes twinkled, a smirk on his mouth. "It's not what you think. Lift." Emerson lifted the bottom of her shirt up some, exposing a few inches of her torso to the hunter who was now holding some lingerie that he bought her. "Higher."
Sam was watching his brother undo the hook and eye enclosures running down the length. Emerson's gaze was hyperfocused on Dean with some strange sense of fascination and dread. She inhaled as he reached around her waist to put the lacy item around her torso.
Emerson held her breath as he hooked each of the ten enclosures before smoothing the garmet with his warm hands. "There." He looked up at her. "Holds two guns." Dean slipped his index fingers in the mesh slots lined with lace on either side before he tugged her shirt down. "You like?"
"Yeah, I do." She smoothed her tshirt down over the inconspicuous garment and smiled sweetly at the gesture. "Thank you, Dean." Emerson leaned down to hug him tight.
"And one more thing." He handed her a smaller box wrapped in the same blue paper and she sat back down next to Sam to open it. Inside was a coffee mug that read black like my soul.
That made Emerson laugh when she read it. "This is true." She looked up to Dean, then Sam.
"Thanks so much you guys. Best birthday I've had in a long time." The two men smiled at each other.
"Well, how about some cake?" Sam clapped his hands on his thighs before standing up.
"Cake too?"
"Well, brownies." Dean winked at her as Sam headed to the kitchen. His green eyes focused on the young woman in front of him. "Did you really like the holster, Juno?"
"I do." Her gray eyes twinkled. "I seriously thought you bought me lingerie."
"I will if you wear it for me."
"You're hilarious, Dean." Sam returned then and had a box of brownies he'd picked up the day before complete with a candle burning in the middle. "Happy birthday."
Emerson paused for a few seconds before blowing out the candle.