AN: Hey Everyone! Another oneshot here. I've been writting a ton of these lately, but I'm sooo slacking on posting them. Soo I'm thinking of trying K Hanna Korrossy's idea of having set days to update. I'm gonna try and either update an existing story or post a oneshot every Monday and Friday, sound good? Please give me some feedback on it. Anyway, enjoy the oneshot!


"Sam! Wake up!"

Bleary eyes slowly batted open. The hunter inside Sam instantly took in three things at once. One, it was still dark outside. Two, all the lights in the room were annoyingly on; and three, Dean was standing over him fully dressed with a mischievous smile plastered on his face.

"Dude, what time is it?" Sam moaned, shielding his eyes from the light.

"About midnight Sammy," the older brother replied sardonically.

"And why are we awake?" the younger grumped.

"Simple, it's your birthday."

Sam squinted against the light to get a good look at his brother's expression, but no…he really wasn't kidding.

"My…what?"

"Your birthday. We're gonna go find the nearest bar. Play twenty-one, get twenty-one hot chicks' phone numbers and drink twenty-one shots."

"Dean…I'm twenty-three," Sam murmured, pushing himself up onto his elbows.

"Yeah I know," Dean omitted the duh. "Your point?"

"Twenty-one phone numbers…twenty-one shots?"

"Sam, Sam, Sam, you don't have to actually be twenty-one, that's just what we're gonna tell everybody," Dean explained as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. "Now, get up and get dressed."

Sam muttered something about Dean just wanting an excuse to hit on twenty-one girls and get stinking drunk, but he knew why Dean was really doing this.

"You think being sixteen is great Sammy, just wait till you turn twenty-one," twenty-year-old Dean stated.

"And what's so special about turning twenty-one?" The barely sixteen-year-old Sam responded.

"Simple, I'm gonna take you to the nearest bar. We're gonna play twenty-one, get twenty-one hot chicks' phone numbers and have twenty-one jello shots."

"Can a person even consume twenty-one jello shots?" Sam questioned, wrinkling his nose at the thoughts.

"Maybe you're right, we'll just get you two then," Dean retorted easily.

Sam remembered all too clearly how he'd actually spent his twenty-first birthday, alone and miserable; but this was the first time he had considered that maybe Dean had been too.

"Sam, you coming or what?" the older asked impatiently and young hunter couldn't help but smile. Maybe he and Dean had missed out on a lot in each others lives those four years he was gone, but they had now and that was all they needed.