Author's Note: I don't own anything to do with Supernatural only Michelle belongs to me. As always if you have anything you want to see please let me know!

Thanks to the lovely Jenmm31 for the idea for this chapter! And with it being May 2nd (Sam Winchester's birthday) I thought it would be the perfect time to post this! I know it's super short but I didn't think it needed anything else.

A Very Sweet Sixteen

Michelle-16

Dean-14

Sam-11

"So, wait," Brittney put her hands up to stop our conversation as we waited for Sam outside of the middle school, "not only do you live in a motel but you got a car for your sixteenth birthday?"

It wasn't like that at all, dad had given it to me so I could run Dean, Sam and myself to and from school and so I could leave at a moments notice if I had to but of course I wouldn't tell her that. Brittney was the closest thing I ever had to a best friend and with us staying in one place for more than a few weeks it was nice to hangout with someone my own age…and gender.

"And she even hunts vampires on the weekends like a wannabe Buffy," Dean mocked from the backseat and I shot him a glare in the rearview mirror; needless to say she wasn't his favorite person but the feeling was mutual.

"Yeah, right," Brittney rolled her eyes, thankfully laughing it off as Sam climbed in the backseat.

"How was your day, buddy?" I asked starting the car up and trying to pull out of the spot where I had parallel parked the car.

"Good, we learned about Shakespeare today," he replied before lowering his voice and having some mini conversation with Dean about gym class. I loved being his older sister but couldn't thank God enough that Dean could cover those kind of issues.

"Oh," Brittney cooed, "I want a love story just like Romeo and Juliet someday."

I glanced over to her for a second with a look of disbelief on my face, "You do realize it was between a thirteen year old and a seventeen year old, not to mention six people died."

"Well, you know what I mean," she waved my comment off, "so as soon as we drop the dummy and the cutie off we can head right to the mall. Daddy gave me his credit card this morning not wanting me to miss out on such a big milestone."

"What you getting a brain?" Dean teased.

I had to admit Brittney and I were as different as night and day but somehow we just didn't care, both wanting a friendship with no drama.

"No, dork, my sweet sixteen. Every girl wants one, it's a party to show she is finally an adult," Brittney explained irritated.

"I thought you weren't an adult until you are eighteen," Sam chimed in as we pulled up to the motel.

"Ugh, boys," Brittney grumbled.

"Ugh, girls," Dean mimicked getting out of the car before turning to me with a devilish smile, "have fun dress shopping."

"Have fun doing your homework," I replied wiping the smirk right off his face, "I'll be checking it when I get back so actually do it this time, please."

"One time, Shell, one time, you got to let it go," Dean mumbled as he unlocked the motel room door.

I waited until they were both inside and the door was closed before putting the car in reverse and heading towards the mall.

"What did they not know about your sweet sixteen?" she casually asked putting her feet up on the dashboard.

"We don't really do birthdays in my family," I answered half-truthfully.

What I meant was we didn't really do my birthday, or my dad's for that matter. I made sure even if it was just a cupcake the boys always had some kind of cake, or in Dean's case pie, on their birthday with a candle to blow out and a small memento. I even secretly still celebrated my mom's birthday, buying a balloon every year and letting it float up to the heavens. Don't get me wrong, my dad would say happy birthday when he remembered or was around and one year I miraculously was given a used leather jacket but still I could count on one hand the times we actually did something special for my birthday.

After going to seven different dress shops and Brittney trying on over a hundred dresses she finally found one that she loved. I dropped her off at her house and couldn't help but roll my eyes at her dad's Ferrari parked in the driveway. I never understood the want or need for loads of money I was more than happy with enough to get by. Family, memories, health and friends were what made your life rich in my opinion.

Pulling back into the motel parking lot I was exhausted and convinced that shopping could be more of a workout than chasing down a werewolf. I dragged myself out of the car and shuffled my way into the motel room to be met with the smell of chocolate.

"What the…" I trailed off not believing what I was seeing, "You were supposed to do homework not turn this place into Willy Wonka's Factory!"

There was candy EVERYWHERE. Both beds were covered in everything from M&M's, to Sweet tarts, to packs of gummy bears and tons of Hershey's kisses.

"It's for you," Sam smiled innocently which only confused me even more since I was never a big candy person and I looked over to Dean for some kind of explanation.

"Well," he started shifting on his feet and rubbing a hand on the back of his neck making him look much older than the fourteen year old he was. "We felt bad about you missing out on a sweet sixteen like every other girl."

"So we hit the vending machine and got everything sweet we could," Sam continued walking over and giving me a hug around my waist, "Happy late birthday Shell."

"Thanks buddy," I whispered trying to keep in the tears that threatened to fall as Dean walked over and gave me a hug as well. "I suppose this means you didn't do your homework," I sighed clearing a spot on the bed so I could sit down.

"Actually, it's all done," Dean replied as he handed it over for me to see. I fake fainted backwards on top of all the candy with my hand over my heart. "Ha ha very funny," he grumbled.

They may have gotten the concept wrong when they heard the word sweet sixteen but it was definitely a birthday I would never forget.