Several days passed, each one reinforcing the strength of Sam and Dean's bond. Sam had visited the café every day since his first encounter with Dean, and every time he did so, they would share stories of their past and dreams of the future. They would reveal to each other their darkest secrets and moments of deepest embarrassment, all whilst Dean remained oblivious to their biological relation, until May 2nd soon arrived.

May 2nd: a Saturday and Sam's 18th. He awakened to see his eager father perched at the foot of his bed, holding an enveloped card that seemed to bulge slightly in the middle. Having patched things up as much as possible, after Sam's trip to the café the Sunday prior, Sam and John could finally hold a normal, if slightly awkward, conversation again. They still weren't as close as they used to be, but John had certainly been trying.

"Happy Birthday, son." He half- smiled, as he handed over the envelope. Sam lifted his weight wearily, until he was sat upright. Stretching out his arms, he grasped the card and began to tear zealously at the paper. His eyes widened when a set of car keys and four fifty dollar notes dropped out. His mouth agape, Sam gazed up at his father, then back down at the gifts.

"Thanks, dad." He said through a shocked laugh, in the knowledge of John's constant financial struggles.

Modestly, John stammered, "I only wish I could give you more."

"Dad, are you kidding? This is more than I- I just can't believe-" he laughed, "This is amazing. Thank you, dad." Sam picked up the keys from his lap and stared at his dad in anticipation, "Can we?"

John nodded, following his son outside to the drive. As Sam opened the front door, his heart skipped at the sight of the sleek, powerful figure of a '67 Chevy Impala. He glanced back at his dad. "Your first car. I-" he broke off, almost tearing up "Dad, are you sure?"

"Yeah of course I am, Sam. You deserve it."

For the briefest of moments, both Sam and John's eyes met. However, feeling the uneasiness linger through them, John uncomfortably cleared his throat and continued.

"Uh… I fixed her up, gave her a fresh coat of paint, so she should be working fine. Just promise me you'll look after her."

Sam grinned, still elated at his father's benevolence. "Don't worry. I will."

"So where you gonna to take her first?" John asked, enthused that his little boy now had his first set of wheels. Sam knew exactly where he needed to be.

"Oh I have a place in mind." He called back, sprinting inside to get dressed.