Friday came quickly. Sam was more nervous than a turkey on Thanksgiving Day. He put on his best pair of khaki slacks, loafers and navy blue button-up shirt. He combed through his unruly hair, and tried to tame the chocolate locks. He finally gave up and let the waves fall where they may.

Bobby gave a whistle as Sam came down the stairs. "Looking good, Sam! I guess now that you are a teenager, I guess you're going to start preening like your big brother, huh?"

"Please…Uncle Bobby, you know nobody could possible spend as much time in front of a mirror as Dean!" he laughed. He looked around trying to see if Dean had heard him, but he was nowhere to be seen. "Umm…where is he? We are supposed to pick up Ashley in twenty minutes and he is driving. I can't show up late, her mom already doesn't like the idea of her going on a date with me…if I'm late, I'll never get to see her again…" Sam rambled. His anxiety shot through the roof and he felt light headed.

"Easy, kid!" Bobby laughed. "Dean is already outside. He's been waiting on you. Here, take some extra cash with you and get outta here." Bobby smiled as he placed fifty dollars into the teens' hand and pushed the boy out the door.

The Impala gleamed in the fading sunlight and Dean stood on the passenger side with the back door open. He was dressed in a black suit, white shirt and black tie. He completed the look with a chauffer's hat. He flashed a grin at Sam. "Your chariot awaits, Sir."

They pulled up to the McAdams' home with ten minutes early. Dean shut off the car and turned to his little brother. "Look, I'm not here as your brother tonight. I'm the driver, plain and simple. But I'm going to warn you, Mr. and Mrs. McAdams have already said that I'm not supposed to let you guys out of my sight. I will stay out of the way, but my biggest concern is for your safety. Ok?" He waited for Sam to nod and added, "Now it's not polite to keep a lady waiting, so I'm going to get out, open your door, and stay back while you go get your date. You cool? Oh, here, pop an Altoid. Go flash your dimples and charm those 'rents."

Sam had butterflies the size of vultures in his stomach when he made it to the door. He looked back at Dean, leaning against the car. The older boy grinned and nodded. Sam rang the bell and was quickly greeted by Mrs. McAdams and her perfect hair. She looked past him and waved at Dean, who gave her a small wave back. "Please come in, Sam. Ashley isn't ready yet."

Ashley and Sam emerged fifteen minutes later. Sam was pale and Ashley blushing. When they got to the car, Dean opened the door for them. He got behind the wheel and turned to the kids. "You two ok?"

"Yeah, sure. Let's head to the restaurant. If we eat first, we can hit the 8 o'clock show and have Ashley home by her curfew," Sam stammered.

"Yes, sir," Dean answered and drove to town's only Italian restaurant. It was quant, inexpensive, and cozy. Dean sat at the bar while the two got a table for two.

"Sam, I'm really sorry that my dad was so…well, dad. I know he can be a bit overwhelming.

"Look, Ashley. I like you. I'm not on a date with your dad. Yeah, it was a bit unnerving to have him say he would put my…um…jewels in a vice if I hurt you, but he just cares about you. He wants to keep you safe and I can't fault him for that." He reached across the table and put his hand over hers. She smiled and leaned over to kiss his cheek.

"Thank you, Sam."

The night went too quickly. Sam and Ashley laughed and talked. They held hands throughout the movie. While they were driven home, she leaned her head on Sam's shoulder. He turned his face into her hair and inhaled the scent of her shampoo…orchids. He placed a kiss on her forehead as they rolled to a stop. Dean opened the door and Sam escorted her to the door. Sam leaned down to kiss her when the door opened. Mrs. McAdams coughed and the two broke apart. Both were blushing. She waved to Dean. "Ashley, it's time to come in. Happy Birthday, Sam and good night."

The door closed and Sam made his way to the car. He climbed into the passenger seat with a smile on his face. It was a happy birthday, indeed.

A/N: I'm sorry for the delay. I hope everyone has a Merry Christmas. Thank you all for the reviews. Love and Smishes-Kat