BIRTHDAY BLESSINGS


8 Years Ago
(5 Months after Dean & Beth get together)


Blue Earth, MN

Dean's POV

Dad, as usual, had completely forgotten the day existed. He used to be much better at this, when we were kids, but as the years wore on and we grew into adulthood, they faded from the priority list and we were left to fend for ourselves, or not acknowledge it at all.

After awhile I had started to think the same way. After all, it was just another day, and the only person who seemed to give any kind of damn had been Sam. Then Beth came along. She adores birthdays, and our little sunrise ritual for her birthday every year since she joined us had inspired in me a need to do something special for my own day. Maybe not as much as we did for her, but definitely the day didn't go by without me planning something special with her and Sam.

But now Sam was gone. Things were different.

Things were very different.

We'd dropped in to see Pastor Jim over a haunting, first time we'd been to Jim's in a long time. While here, a call had come in about a Yeti in the snows of the Canadian border. They'd left Beth and I to hold down the fort with a spirit investigation. It had gone quiet for the last few days as the people in the house had simply moved out. No one was there. That had bought us time.

"Uhhhhh, yeah," I said into the phone as I entered the photography shop, and glanced at the signs. "I'm gonna be at least another hour, Beth."

"Okay, good," she said.

"Good?" That piqued my interest almost as much as her not joining me to do research this afternoon. Not that I was complaining, I had my own ulterior motives for being alone in town, and it was a lot easier to get things done without having to distract her and sneak off.

"I mean… not good, you know I miss you."

"Sugarpie, I've been gone an hour," I grinned, hearing her laugh into the phone.

"Oh, stop it! You know what I mean. You want to grab dinner on the way home? It's your choice tonight."

I glanced across the street at the pizza shop and nodded to myself. "Can do, I'm on it. I'll see you soon."

Hanging up, I turned to smile at the woman who was waiting to serve me behind the counter.

"Hi, uh, you know I'm not so great at this camera business, but… I have this," I held up a USB flash drive, looking at it in silent terror. "I'm hoping you can help me out?"


Beth's POV

I had known I'd have to be quick once Dean left the house earlier.

Earlier this morning I'd managed to hunt around in the library for a recipe book, and after three unsuccessful attempts that took me longer than I liked, I'd finally found one for traditional home cooking - and in it was the recipe for apple pie.

I'd run my finger down the ingredients list and gone back and forth to the pantry, grabbing spices, and butter, I'd found the flour in the largest canister on the top shelf. The sugar had been a little harder to find. It had made sense to me that he'd keep the sugar in another canister, but the small one on the same shelf had not been food at all.

When I'd cracked the lid, I'd seen a small pistol, and bullets. Chuckling to myself, I rolled my eyes and put it back where I found it. "Wow, Paster Jim, you learn something every day… " I'd never known Jim to keep weapons in the house. It had always seemed just a simple, little house, attached to the church. It was a stark contrast to Bobby's house.

My heart ached for a moment at the thought of Bobby's house. Our home for the last five years, if you didn't count the Impala. I thought about all the good times we'd had there. They were all finished now, with the shot of a gun, the explosion of two hot heads.

I replaced the lid on the canister and put it back where I'd found it. It was good to know, you never could tell when a gun might come in handy.

I frowned, looking around at the rest of the pantry, finally seeing the middle sized canister on the lower shelf within easy reach. I lifted the lid, checking to make sure Jim hadn't hidden grenades in there or anything crazy, seeing white crystals. "All right! That's what I'm talking about."

I picked up that canister, along with the flour and took it back to the kitchen table.

"Okay O'Malley, you can do this," I muttered to myself. "Never mind that you've never baked before in your life… other than cookies… how hard can it be?"

First I set about baking the crust. It was supposed to be the hardest out of everything. I mixed, and kneaded, and then rolled out the dough, pressing it into the baking tin (that I'd had to wash first because of the dust!) before putting it into the oven.

By the time it had been in the oven 30 mins I was starting to stress. Picking up the phone, I dialed Dean's number and waited for him to answer.

"Hey babe, what's up?"

"Uhhh, not much, just checking how much longer you're gonna be," I said, chewing on my lip as I willed the cooking to go a little faster.

Dean went on to say he was at least an hour away. I breathed a sigh of relief, and stumbingly bought myself more time by asking him to grab dinner on the way home.

John and Jim were going to be gone at least another day. That meant we had the house to ourselves - the first time we'd been alone, for longer than a few hours, in a place that wasn't the back seat of the Impala - and I was planning to make the most of it.

I grinned, and while the pie cooked, I went into Jim's library - it doubled as a guest room, and had always been the room Dean and Sam shared when they stayed here. On one side of the room was floor to ceiling bookshelves, books neatly stacked from one end to the other. In the centre was a fireplace, which rarely got used, but would be tonight. I stoked up the fire, putting another load of wood on it. I hurried outside to the wood pile and grabbed several more armloads to save us having to go back out any time during the evening.

That done, I set some candles on the hearth, and around the rest of the room. Drawing the curtains, I smiled at my handiwork and then folded out the sofa couch, taking the mattress off before putting it back together.

By the time cooking timer went off, I'd made us a very comfortable little bed on the floor near the fireplace. I smiled happily, and ran back to the kitchen, taking out the pie and placing it carefully on the cooling rack near the stovetop.

Glancing at my phone, I saw that Dean had sent a text while I'd been busy, saying he was picking up the pizzas then heading home, which meant that he wouldn't be far away at all. There wasn't much time to be spared!


Dean's POV

It was starting to snow by the time I got home. I grabbed the bags of things I'd collected in town, and the pizza boxes, and raced up the steps into the kitchen. The smells hit me first. I stopped short, looking around. There was a pie cooling on the rack by the oven.

She baked me a pie?!

I felt my heart instantly melt at how much I loved this woman. She didn't bake, and yet, she'd clearly gone out of her way because of this day. It made me happy that I'd gone to the effort I had in town. She was going to love…. My thoughts stopped.

I cringed, and looked down at the bag in my hands, biting my lip. Ooops.

Glancing around, I didn't see Beth, but I did hear the shower turning off in the bathroom upstairs. She'd be a couple of minutes at least, which meant I had no time to lose. Hurrying to the fridge, I shoved the pie I'd gotten at the bakery in town into the back of the lowest shelf, repositioning a bunch of jars and a few beer cans in front of it to hide the bag. That would have to do.

I placed the pizzas I'd gotten on the table, and started to unpack the six pack of beer on to the top shelf of the fridge.

"Hey Beth, I'm back!" I called up the stairs, and then I heard the soft patter of her feet at the top of the stairs. I peered up, only to see bare feet and legs start to descend.

My eyes followed the long line of her legs as she reached the final steps, I couldn't have stopped myself if I'd wanted to, drawn to her like a moth to a flame out of the kitchen and into the hallway, staring. Beth as she caught my gaze with a faint smile, flicking her hair nervously back over her shoulders and pausing on the third step.

"Hey," she said.

Hey? Oh she had no idea the power she had over me. She'd been nervous, for months, since we got together. It had been this way for a long time, back and forth, never sure what the other was thinking. Now that we knew… it seemed to make it worse… because neither of us wanted to screw it up.

"Hey yourself," I said, licking suddenly dry lips. "You look…well… uh, wow. You look amazing."

That got a bigger smile out of her, and I felt my heart skip a beat just looking at her.

We hadn't had a lot of time alone together since Dad had given us permission to be together, and I felt myself instantly reacting to her, shifting my weight and the way my cock was pressing up into my jeans.

"Yeah?" She asked, as if she didn't know.

"Oh yeah," I nodded, stepping closer and taking a hold of her hips with my hands. I pulled her forward slightly, and she took another step toward me, her face coming into line with mine.

I leaned in to her, smelling the faint smell of vanilla on her skin, closing my eyes and breathing it in, as I ghosted my lips along her collarbone, kissing up her neck, to her ear.


Beth's POV

"In fact," Dean said, his breath tickling my neck. "I could eat you up." I fought not to squirm, in a good way, as he kissed the crook of my neck, sucking lightly on the soft skin and making soft contented sounds.

"What about dinner?" I asked, turning to look at him, his green candy apple eyes meeting mine.

"Pizza's good hot or cold," He said, and with that he lifted me up over his shoulder. I shrieked with surprise, feeling a cold blast of air to my ass where the negligee hiked up. He started to walk up the stairs toward my old bedroom. I had wanted to surprise him, walk him in blindfolded - or at least with his eyes closed - but he was clearly taking this seduction thing to the next level right now.

"Wait, wait!" I said, catching my breath and laughing. "The library…"

"Huh?" Dean hesitated, his foot resting on the next step up as he waited for me to explain.

"Just, trust me," I replied, reaching down from my vantage point and grabbing a handful of ass. He groaned softly as I squeezed it and, without question turned on the step, carrying me toward the open door into the library.

The room was lit up by the candles and firelight, a golden hue across the furniture. Dean stopped, looking into the room and then took a deep breath.

"You've been busy," he commented.

"Well, I wanted it to be special," I said.

It was still so early in our relationship. We hadn't spent a lot of time alone together, and even then, the opportunity to actually have sex wasn't always there. I couldn't help but still feel nervous every time we were together, even though I knew I had nothing to be nervous about.

Dean strode into the room and placed me down on my feet next to the mattress, turning to bury his hands in my hair and claiming my lips with the softness of his own. It was gentle at first, and then more insistent as he closed the distance between us, pressing our bodies together.

My stomach flipped when he moaned into the kiss, feeling the way our bodies rubbed against each other. He didn't stop kissing, though his hands dropped down to his pants, unzipping them and pushing them down until they dropped to his ankles.

I'd always let him take the lead on our love making, feeling a heck of a lot less experienced than him. But I'd enjoyed our recent trip to Hollywood, where we'd been working on a case with Jefferson. I'd gotten to take charge a little myself during that trip…

Feeling more bold, I reached out, rubbing the palm of my hand against the bulge in his boxers, pleased when I got a hiss of pleasure from him.

"Ohhhh, that's so good," he murmured, changing his kisses to trail down my neck. "God, you're so, so sexy…"

I smiled, hands coming up to his shoulders and with a determination, I urged him down until he lay back on the bed I'd prepared in front of the fire earlier. He whipped off his shirt, and flung it to the side, a grin peering up at me. When he reached down to slide off his shorts, I held up a hand.

"No," I shook my head. "Let me."


Dean's POV

I really hadn't been expecting this much effort, though I shouldn't have been surprised. As Beth knelt between my legs, kneeing them open just a little further, I pushed myself up on my elbows, watching as she slid her hands up my legs to my waist. I sucked in a breath of excitement, feeling myself twitch under the thin fabric separating us.

With a smile, Beth pulled at the elastic, and then tugged the boxers the rest of the way, getting them off me.

"Lie back," she ordered, and I raised an eyebrow at her. She hadn't done this since…. I could have sworn my erection got harder at the mere thought of her lips around me, like when we'd been on that hunt in LA. Memories of that night playing across my mind, I dropped my head back against the pillow with an anticipatory moan.

When her tongue finally touched itself to my tip, I felt a surge of electricity rush through me, and arched up almost involuntarily.

"Oh Godddd…" I moaned, soon enveloped in the warmth of her mouth, and the way she started to slide her head up and down my length. "That feels… ohhh."

I had to feel her, reaching down to bury my fingers in her hair. I didn't push, or rush her in any way, just resting them, kneading against her skull. Each time she did something that was particularly amazing, I groaned louder, my fingers tightening just a little.

I felt myself quickly reaching my peak as she worked her magic, and with that thought, it wasn't enough.

"Beth…. Babe…" I groaned again as she slid to my tip, her tongue flipping around me, sending me shuddering again. "Come here…"

She looked at me with a question, and almost disappointment in her eyes, or … something more. Worry, perhaps?

I shook my head, taking her hands and pulling her along my body. "I need you up here, beautiful," I said, and that got a smile out of her.


Beth's POV

At first I hadn't been sure… maybe I wasn't doing it right? Maybe he didn't like it? Maybe…

All that flew out of my mind when I saw how Dean was looking at me. He urged me to come closer, to join our bodies, and I couldn't refuse.

Sliding along his skin, I felt the soft satin of my nightgown rubbing against him, and again he dropped his head back, sucking in a short breath of pleasure. When I reached his waist, I slipped my legs either side of him, raising myself up so that I could rub my wet, bare opening against him.

His eyes shot open, looking up at me. He'd always been on top until this moment. With a smile, he grabbed my hips, fingers digging in.

"Oh yes," he sighed.

With that encouragement, I positioned myself and started to lower down on to him, feeling him filling me with every inch, until I pressed all the way down. The groan he let out was enough to tell me that it felt good. And it did.

I started to rotate my hips around in a circle, listening as he responded with more moans, and his hands holding tight. After a few moments he slid his palms up to cup my breasts, squeezing, running his thumbs across my nipples and sending a shudder along my spine.

"Take this off," he ordered me, pulling at the nightgown. I grinned and lifted it up, tossing it in the same direction his shirt had gone. It was warm, next to the fire, and I looked down at how the orange glow illuminated Dean's skin as he lay there. He leaned up, arms sliding around my waist to my back until he could get a nipple into his mouth. I felt him thrust upwards several times as he sucked, and took my cue from that.

Raising my hips slowly, I waited until it felt like he might pop out, and then quickly dropped back down. Dean stopped sucking, his eyes widening as he let out a deep groan, and then he lay back against the mattress, his hands idly playing with my breasts as I repeated that movement, over and over.

After a while, I could feel the way it hit my clit, and my legs starting to tremble from the excitement and exertion. Dean would rotate between closing his eyes and groaning when I slid down, and opening them to look at me each time I lifted off him.


Dean's POV

She was driving me wild!

I couldn't possibly take much more of this. With the last thrust down on to me, I slid my hands along her sides, and held her hips, pulling her down on me, holding… keeping her inside. She was warm, her skin hot to the touch where it was facing the fireplace, and other side slightly cooler, but not by much.

As she rocked against me, I started to thrust up into her, quickening the pace. I had to feel this.

One hand I slid around, pressing my thumb between us, in against her clit. Each grind and thrust, pulled moans of pure pleasure out of her. I closed my eyes, feeling all of her. The way she was riding me, the way her muscles clenched around me, her smooth thighs pressed against my legs as she gripped me, the thin sheen of sweat that was forming along her back where my hands slid to hold her closer.

"Oh… yeah… I'm gonna…" I couldn't even say it. Words seemed too much in this moment as the sensations of Beth, riding me, the way we were united, washed over me. I could no longer tell where I stopped and she began, pulling her down so that her breasts were pressed to my chest. It changed the angle, but … it was all I needed.

A couple more thrusts, and I arched my hips, pushing all the way up, holding her, pressing… waiting until…. Whoooshhhhhhhhhhh. I exploded inside of her, my cock filling her with my hot, sticky cum. I groaned, loudly, letting it take over me. I felt my body shake, holding her tight and continually rocking up as my groans and grunts filled the room. It was nice to know we could be loud…and she responded in kind.

I pressed, and wriggled my thumb against her clit, feeling her fall over the edge into oblivion. She stopped moving, throwing her head back and gently rocking as her whole body started to shake. I slid my hands up her back, holding her as she cried out.

"God, Dean!"

I felt the way she shuddered, completely surrendering to the pleasure that was rocketing through her. She moaned loudly, and that just excited me even more… she was so beautiful, so sensual, hot, and completely mine. I felt a low rumble of pleasure escape my throat just at the thought…

And then, spent, she collapsed on top of me with another moan.

I gathered her into my arms, still inside - though not nearly as hard - and trailed my hands along her back in soft, gentle strokes that caused her to writhe against me and laugh as it tickled her. I stopped tormenting her, splaying my hand across her, and holding her close as she took a deep breath and tucked her head under my chin.

"Happy birthday," she whispered, and I smiled.

"Thanks to you,' I replied.


Beth's POV

Something about being able to be loud… it made the whole experience all that more intimate. I collapsed on top of him, our skin slick and sweaty, sliding along each other until we were tangled up in a hot mess. I didn't even care. I was where I wanted to be, where I needed to be, and that was all that mattered.

"We can stay here all night," I murmured into his neck, kissing lightly. "I…. I liked being able to hear you."

Dean groaned and kissed the top of my head, then rolled us until he was on top. He pressed his lips firmly to mine, sucking on my lower lip and then darting out his tongue to explore my mouth more thoroughly. I responded, my hands sliding into his short hair, massaging his scalp as I kissed him back.

"You are so beautiful," he murmured against my lips, "that was sexy as hell. I want to make you moan like that, louder, until there's nothing else we can hear…"

My heart stopped at the thought, my core clenching in anticipation.

"It's your birthday though," I pointed out. "I'm meant to be making you moan."

"Sugarpie, hearing you moan is my birthday present," he said, a hand slipping down between my legs. He hummed softly when he found the wet pool, and I gasped loudly as his fingers danced across my clit and through my folds.

"Okay," I said, arching up with a moan. "We can make each other moan, but…"

"But?" He paused, fingers stilling.

"Well… I have a special treat for you," I said with a smile, kissing him.

"You are my special treat," he said, fingers starting again. "But I saw the pie…. And you're amazingly wonderful. But let's work up a really good appetite first, huh?"

He didn't stop to get any confirmation, and before long, we were moaning again.


Dean's POV

I stoked the fire, tossing another log of wood on it as Beth padded around the kitchen. She'd slipped back into the nightie, and it was perfect against her skin as she walked back into the room with slices of pie, whipped cream on top.

"Oh man, that looks fantastic," I said with a smile, taking the proffered plate and quickly cutting myself a slice. "My second favourite thing…" I dug in, and shoveled a slice into my mouth.

Cough.

Eyes watering. Don't choke. I forced a smile as the bitter taste hit my tongue. I chewed, looking up as Beth watched me with bated breath. I couldn't upset her, not after all the effort she'd been to, so I swallowed and then nodded at her.

"You are perfect, have I told you that?"

"You really like it?" She asked, smiling back at me.

"Oh yeah, you did a great job."

She beamed at me and raised her own forkful of apple pie to her lips, I watched, and at the last minute…

"Wait, don't!"

Beth put it into her mouth and then turned to look at me.

Her eyes widened, and she made a gagging noise before spitting the mouthful of food back on to her plate.

"Oh, ewwww! What the hell?!" She said, looking up at me.

"Yeah…"

"That's awful!"

"Yeah, it is," I said, tilting my head at her then taking a sip from my beer.

"Oh my god! Why did you eat it?" She asked, looking at me in horror.

"Because you made it for me, and you went to all that effort. That's… like… no one has really done that for me before Beth." She softened, her face falling as she dropped the pie down on the mattress next to us and leaned forward to kiss me.

"Even still, you didn't have to swallow it," she smiled. "I'm sorry...I don't know what happened."

I had my suspicions.

"You grabbed the middle canister, huh?" I asked

"Uh, yeah…how do you know?"

"Yeah, that's not…. That's not sugar, sugarpie. That's salt. It's why Pastor Jim keeps it so handy, ghosts, and the like." I had made the same mistake years ago.

Beth's face paled in realisation of what she'd done. "I didn't even test it," she said.

"Clearly," I said with a grin.

"Oh, I ruined your birthday pie!" She lamented, shoulders dropping along with the corners of her mouth.

"Well… all isn't lost," I said, tossing her a disarming smile. "Wait here." I climbed to my feet, and walked into the kitchen to rummage through the fridge. I pulled out the pie I'd bought earlier, saying a little prayer of thanks that I'd thought to… even though Beth's pie would have been so awesome, if it hadn't been full of salt.

I cut two large pieces of chocolate pecan pie from the container, and put them on plates, grabbing new forks. At the same time I grabbed the wrapped present from the bench and took them both into the library.

Beth was sitting up on the couch, legs tucked neatly beneath her. Her eyes widened when she saw the pie.

"Where did you find that?"

"I uh… might have grabbed it at the same time as I grabbed the pizza," I confessed.

"Why didn't you tell me?!"

"I'm telling you now. I didn't want to ruin your pie surprise," I said, sitting down right next to her and handing over her pie. "So, there. My day is not ruined by Pastor Jim's salt… we have pie."

Beth looked at it, chewing on her lip.

"Hey," I said softly, leaning in to kiss her lips. "You have no idea what it means to me, for you to go to that effort." That earned a smile.

"I just wanted to make today special for you."

"And you have," I replied, my whole body aching in that pleasantly spent feeling. "Oh, believe me you have, sugarpie."

"I didn't mean sex!" She spat out, but I laughed.

"Just being here with me is enough. That… well that's the cherry on top," I grinned. Beth raised her eyebrow at me and smirked.

"I thought I was on top," she said, causing me to gape. Did she really just say that?

"Oh that…" I said, stuffing a bite of pie into my mouth and moaning softly at the blissful chocolate assaulting my senses. "That… you... " I talked around the food. "Eat up, you. We're so not done here, and you're gonna need your energy."

I swallowed and leaned in to give her a chocolatey kiss. "Because I'm on top next," I grinned. "And I want to hear you moan so loud the neighbours complain."

Beth almost choked on her pie, but after a moment of breathing in through her nose, she composed herself and managed to get the bite down.

"I have something to give you first, though," I said, suddenly remembering what I'd been up to earlier. I reached down beside the couch and pulled up a small, wrapped package.

"What? It's not my birthday!" She laughed, looking at me with a confused expression.

"I know, but I wanted to do this for you anyway," I said, nodding at the package in her hands. "Open it."

Beth hesitated, then shrugged, pulling at the tape. After a moment she was staring down at a double frame. One one side was a photo of all of us - me, Beth, Sam, Cole, Bobby and Dad - taken at her 21st birthday, the night after we'd finally given in to each other and confessed our feelings. On the other side was a picture taken while we were in Hollywood with Jefferson, it was one of her favourites.

She smiled, touching first the photo from her birthday, and then the one of us.

"This is perfect," she said, looking up. "Thank you."

"You're perfect," I said. "Thank you for finally telling Dad to shove his rules."

"Seems to me both our birthdays this time around were good ones," she smiled.

"And this one isn't over yet," I grinned. "Still plenty more where earlier came from."

I put our pie to the side, and stood up, pulling her to stand beside me. Smoothing her hair down over her shoulders, I let my fingers run through it, caressing and at times tugging before I kissed her neck, collarbone, down to her breast where it was once again covered by fabric.

"Well, this won't do," I said starting to pull at the hem. "This won't do at all."

As we tumbled back down on to the makeshift bed by the fire, I had a moment to reflect on all the birthdays to this point. As Beth stared up at me, and I got lost in her chocolate eyes, I knew there was nowhere else I'd rather be.


AUTHOR'S NOTES

It's a day late in posting, but I was inspired to write a little fluff piece in honour of Dean's birthday. This was a fun opportunity to look back at early Dean & Beth in the very early stages of their relationship. Still learning each other's ways. I hope you enjoyed it!

Please leave a review :)