Here's the next chapter everyone. This one deals with Dean's birthday. I might only have one more chapter dealing with Sam's, since I'm running out of ideas. If anyone can think of anything let me know! Thanks for the reviews!

It was the day before Dean's birthday and he could easily say he was starting to get a bit pissed off. They had taken up a case in the small, kind of run-down town of Williams, Arizona and Dean was fine with that, he really was. But the thing that was starting to irk him was that Sam hadn't said a thing about his birthday at all. Sure, they had been through a hell of a lot the past year or two but every time Sam would at least acknowledge his birthday, buy him a new gun or something. But this time it was as if Sam was completely oblivious, chatting about the hunt and how gas prices were finally going down.

Dean tried not to think ill of Sam, he really tried. Their relationship was the best it had ever been in...well their whole life. They finally understood each other but knew each other's limits as well. There were no more secrets between the two of them and while they still fought, it was about stupid little things like turning the music up too loud or not picking up after yourself, not drastic apocalyptic fights. Dean didn't want to get mad at Sam about the whole birthday thing, he tried to reason with himself that there had been too much on their minds for so long and maybe Sam just simply forgot. They were getting along so well, it's not like Sam purposely forgot about Dean's birthday and really...what did his birthday really matter? It was just a stupid day. But it was enough for Dean to feel angry. Their birthdays were supposed to be a day of basically celebrating the other person and feeling grateful for them...Sam forgetting almost made Dean feel that Sam wasn't grateful to have Dean in his life.

It was ridiculous and he shouldn't feel that way at all, he knew how much Sam cared for him and loved him but he had been looking forward to this day. Finally having a birthday to share with his brother that wasn't full of drama and depression. He didn't even want anything, just a 'Happy Birthday Dean' from Sam and maybe...if he dared say it a hug or just watching some stupid movie together and laughing. Yeah...laughing, he wanted a lot of that on his birthday.

But it didn't look like things were going to go that way.

"So these kids kinda have gone missing over the course of a year and..." Sam was blabbing on and on, showing Dean ripped newspaper articles with little kid's faces on them.

"The last murder was over two months ago Sam. Don't you think whatever killed them or took them is long gone by now?"

"I don't think so. I mean there's a good chance it's still here. I called Bobby and he said that we should look into the case, he thinks there might be something here we can work with."

For some reason Sam's anticipation for this case was making Dean even more angry.

"Sam, I thought we said we'd lay low on the hunts. Only do the ones that we can't ignore." He was trying really, really hard not to get into an argument.

Dean watched as Sam flinched and frowned and realized after a moment what must have caused it. Dean never called his little brother Sam anymore, the only times he did were when he was verging on a fight or when he was angry. Any other time he was Sammy...and Sam must have caught onto this.

"You okay Dean?" Sam asked, he seemed genuinely confused and while every fiber in Dean's told him to scream out 'You forgot my birthday, you dumbass' he settled for shrugging. He really shouldn't be assuming Sam forgot his birthday before the actual day, but Dean couldn't help feeling forgotten. Sam always made a big deal about Dean's birthday days in advance, even if they weren't getting along at the time.

"I don't know I guess I'm just irritated."

Sam nodded and then got this sneaky little grin on his face; he suddenly pulled the Impala into the nearest fast-food restaurant.

"What...?"

"You're always irritated when you're hungry. I'll pick you up some nice greasy burger and a coke, alright?"

Dean just nodded, again surprised by Sam's willingness to go in. And when Sam jumped out without asking Dean to come in with him, the older brother was even more at loss. Sam hardly ever went in a public place by himself. Whether it was the eye patch, the missing fingers, the fact he wasn't human anymore or some post-apocalyptic weird symptom Dean would never know. But Sam always would have Dean join him, not wanting to be alone around other people and this time not only did Sam go in alone but he seemed nearly eager to.

Whatever the reason Sam came out with a bag that contained a burger, fries and much to Dean's delight a mini pie dessert. It made things a little bit better. Even if Sam forgot his birthday he remembered to bring him some pie. He managed a small smile as Sam handed him his cup of coke, some of his apatite returned as he began to eat.

However he didn't get far as he suddenly realized how tired he was. Dean fell asleep without even touching his pie.

The first thing Dean realized as he started to wake up was just how groggy he felt. It was like his eyes were glued shut as he tried with effort to open them and when he finally did, all he wanted to do was fall asleep again. After a few minutes Dean's eyes finally adjusted and he saw that he was still in the Impala. The air conditioning was cranked on but Sam wasn't in the driver's seat. Looking out the window he saw they were parked in front of a rather nicer looking hotel. The bags were gone, which meant Sam must have gone to drop them off in the room. Dean called his phone and in a minute Sam was at the passenger side door.

"I tried to wake you up when I went to check in but you were out cold." Sam told him and grabbed onto Dean as he stumbled while getting out of the car. "You alright?"

Dean just grunted, for the first time he noticed that it was just past sunrise. When he had fallen asleep it had been dusk. Sam must have noticed his expression.

"It's Monday Dean. You slept a long time."

It was Monday. It was his birthday. Looking up at his brother, Dean was now certain that Sam didn't know what day it was. He was just staring at Dean with that annoying concerned puppy-dog expression, his eye patch was off and hell, even his blind eye looked confused, Sam was completely clueless.

"I'm fine." Dean grunted out, happy that he got anger into his tone. "Which is our room?"

"214." Was all that Sam said and Dean followed him into the building. Once they got to the room Sam went to grab the key out of his pocket but dropped it because the idiot only had three fingers on that hand and apparently hadn't gotten that used to it by then.

"Oh come on." Dean seethed and not so gracefully pushed Sam out of the way and picked up the key himself. He jammed it into the doorknob and swung the door open, happy when it happened to hit Sam but as soon as he walked into the room his heart stopped.

Sam had pushed the small dining table so it was more in the center of the room. On top of that table there were five pies. As Dean got closer he saw that the one in the middle had 'Happy Birthday Dean!' written on it with frosting, another had 32 for his age on it, one had 'jerk' written on it in big block letters, the one in the back had something sticking out of it and the last one he saw had a big black blob of black frosting on it.

"What the hell is that?" He asked, clearing his throat to find his voice as he pointed at the blob pie. He looked up at his brother who had a shit-splitting grin on but when Dean asked he turned bright red.

"It's supposed to be the Impala." He muttered and right then Dean felt his eyes water up. When he realized he couldn't talk without crying he walked right up to his Sasquatch of a brother and wrapped his arms around him. Sam let out a surprised laugh and hugged him back. Dean tightened his hold; he wasn't even going to feel embarrassed today and hugged Sam for a whole minute before he pulled away.

"Thank you Sammy." Dean grinned, the tears pushed away for the moment.

Sam blushed yet again and fidgeted. "Sorry about the Impala, I tried but I was never a good drawer to begin with. And sorry about the mess, it was kind of difficult to bake with my hand and not being able to see out of one eye..." Sam pointed to the mini kitchen where there was pots and pans scattered all over, flour and sugar and even eggs on the ground.

"Sammy." Dean interrupted him by laying a hand on his shoulder. "Shut your trap, it's perfect, it really is. And hell, I thought you forgot about my birthday."

Sam got that confused look on his face again. "You did? So that's why you were in a pissy mood. Geeze Dean, I'm sorry, I didn't even realize you could have taken it that way. I was just waiting to surprise you."

Dean was starting to catch on to something. "Wait a second...the hunt...was that all made up?"

Sam smiled. "Not exactly. It was a real hunt, but one that Bobby dealt with weeks ago. Oh and I but sleeping pills in your soft drink so I could get all this done without you interupting."

"Sneaky, sneaky Sammy, never knew you had it in 'ya. But why even make it up? What was the reason that we had to get here? There are lots of hotels that have mini kitchens; you could have gone to any one."

Sam sighed. "Look what I put in the last pie Dean."

Dean had been wondering why Sam would stick a piece of paper into the pie. He walked over and took out what happened to be a brochure. Looking at it, he saw that it was all about the Grand Canyon and when he opened another flap two small pieces of paper fell out. Tickets to a tour of the canyon.

It was at that moment when Dean decided he had the best brother in the world. Well, he had already known that but this just remided him of that fact.

He gave up trying to hold his tears back this time and openly let them fall, walking up to his brother to give him yet another hug.

"Man Sammy, just when I think you can't get more awesome...you prove me wrong. He pulled back, grinning wide.

"Sorry I didn't really get buy you anything, I wasn't sure what you wanted and then I got this idea and..."

"Don't you learn anything? Sammy, I would have been perfectly happy with just spending time with you on my birthday, that's all I wanted, and a bit of recognition. And then you go and do all this for me. Really, it means a lot. You baked my favorite food and got me tickets to the one thing I've been dying to see."

Sam shrugged again. "I wanted to show you what you meant to me."

Okay, now it was starting to get a bit too girly. "Well, you showed me bitch. Now I'm stuck thinking about how I'm going to top this for your birthday."

Sam smiled back. "Well you better start planning now, and start eating your pies jerk. I didn't labor over them for hours just for them to go bad."