March 10th
A/N: what can I say? The season proper has finally infiltrated this story.
Stretched out on his bed, with his headphones on, listening to his classic rock, Dean was startled when Cas suddenly appeared in his room.
"Cas – what the hell?" Dean pulled the headphones off and sat up. "Y'ever hear of knocking?"
"Sam tried several times, but you never answered. I wanted to be sure you were unharmed. He meant to give you this."
He held out a box, a white box, the kind that usually came from a bakery.
"Yeah?" Dean asked, not sounding interested. "What is it?"
Cas looked at the closed box as though he could see through the cardboard.
"I believe he said they were blueberry popovers. Apparently today is blueberry popover day."
"Is it? Wow." Dean punched his pillow a few times, harder than Cas thought was necessary, but made no move to take the box.
"Don't you want them?"
"Sam can keep them."
"He's gone to bed." Cas said.
"Then you eat 'em."
Cas sighed. He huffed, actually, and stepped closer to Dean.
"Do you know what other day today is? What other day Sam wanted to celebrate with you?"
"No, what? Business As Usual Day?"
Cas squinted one eye and shook his head, frowning like he was disappointed and wasn't surprised by it.
"Sam said you'd remember. He was sure you'd remember that he told you once this was specifically your day." He walked closer and pushed the box into Dean's hands. "National Day of Awesomeness?"
Dean held the box and considered it a few moments without saying anything.
"I can direct you to Sam's room, if you've forgotten the way." Cas said.
"No." Dean shook his head and handed the box back. "You keep 'em. I don't want 'em." He picked up his headphones and stretched out on his bed again. "Don't forget to close the door on your way out."
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