Supernatural and none of the characters belong to me. I think everyone knows they belong to CW, but Ikm not taking any chances.

This is meant to be read from a character perspective. Each little blurb doesn't occur at the same time, but if you would like to read it that way, you sure can.

"Happy birthday baby."

Mary would never get to hold her baby close and celebrate his first birthday. Never would she hug him close to her and whisper things as innocent as, "Happy Birthday! Do you like vanilla cake?" She would never get to hold her precious baby close and tell him things like that.

She would never really be his mother, not like she could have been. She'd seen him as she took her final breathe, and when she inhaled again for the first time, Sam had grown up and taken on life, the Devil, God's sister that wasn't super well known, and so much more. Never would she be able to tell him happy birthday, she thought as she returned to Heaven. At least, Sam would never known that she was planning him something special.

"Happy birthday son."

John hadn't really been that great of a father. Like, not even a little bit. He hadn't stopping hunting long enough to throw his son a party, nor had Sam stayed in a single place long enough to make friends to invite to a party. If he remembered, he might buy himself an extra drink and beg a God he didn't believe in to take his son and give him back his wife. He'd then pray to the same one about forgiveness for wishing something so awful. He never stopped thing about the first prayer.

He might pick up a little slice of cake for Sam and bring it home whenever he returned home from his hunts, but he typically didn't bother. This life... well, it wasn't cut out for cuddling and gift exchanges. Sometimes, he'd leave Dean with enough money to get the ingredients to make a salad, and he'd call that Easter, Christmas, and birthdays wrapped together. Besides, they were his kids and they needed to toughen up for the cruel world.

"Happy Birthday Sweetie. Don't forget my colored pencils."

Jessica would smile at him, and she would kiss him good morning. She would tell him about what happened in her art class, and Sam would grin- at the stupid shit Brady did- with her. They'd talk about hanging out with Luis and Brady after they were done with their classes. They talked about how Brady had suggested living with them after college, and they'd both laugh while saying that Brady raised some good points.

Jessica would pull out a plate of cookies and tell Sam to help himself. She would smile brightly at him, and tell him happy birthday. She'd hold Sam close to her, and she'd tell Sam all about her big dreams of being an artist while Sam but his tongue about his former life.

And if he returned to her grave on his birthday, he'd feel a strange amount of warmth. And he just might hear a soft voice that sounded like Jess's telling him that she was proud of him.

"Still going to become a lawyer, birthday boy?"

Brady had studied with Sam constantly, and Jessica would often mentioned that it felt like the three of them were in a relationship. Finding the three of them asleep in Jessica's art room wasn't uncommon, and none of them minded. Brady would always ask curious questions, and Sam would answer to the best of his abilities.

He'd buy Sam lunch while teasing him about being the perfect law boy. Sam would just smile at Brady and tell Brady to shut it. Brady would tell Sam to dress nicely, and that he and Jessica had planned a nice dinner at a restaurant near the little flat to bring Sam to for his birthday.

The demon that possessed Brady didn't care much for birthdays or anything else really.

"Shh. Be quiet."

Ruby wasn't sure if she'd celebrated a birthday with Sam. Her memories in the Empty were blurry, so blurry. She never told him happy birthday. She told him to be quiet.

They might have celebrated Sam's birthday, or they might have just been celebrating themselves. There had been lips colliding, bodies pressing against each other, clothes flying in all sorts of directions, lips touching skin, and blood flowing from her body right into Sam's mouth. There had been bodies crashing against each other like waves, and touching each other in unholy ways that would have made priests unhappy.

Maybe she did celebrate a birthday with Sam. Maybe she didn't.

"Happy Birthday, chosen one."

Azazel cries in the Empty, "Happy birthday to the true king, to the boy king. Happy birthday to the bringer of true destruction."

And some part of Azazel believes this. Just like some part of Lilith believes that she was an angel once. Just like Ruby believes she loves Sam. None of it is true. And yet, they don't give up.

"Happy birthday. Tell me how much you love and adore me."

Lucifer had wished Sam hundreds of happy birthdays while they were in the Cage together. None of the wishes really meant anything, not unless you counted pain as meaning something. Lucifer would give Sam the most charming smiles, and Sam would wonder why he just didn't give into Lucifer. They could merge and become one.

It was the sharp cracking of a whip hitting his soul that reminded him why they weren't one. It was the feeling of being violated over and over for Lucifer's usage, while Micheal stood back and shielded Adam. It was knowing that Lucifer was using him over and over- that's what was stopping Sam.

Lucifer could give him however many happy birthdays he wanted. Sam would never be his.

"A birthday? Do you think I care?"

Adam stayed caged in Hell, wondering what exactly it would be like to be back on Earth. Was it as cold on Earth as it was down in the darkness? Even with one of the powerful angels laying next him and cuddling him, Adam still felt the coldness of the Cage seeping in.

It had been better since Lucifer managed to get out of the Cage- the general atmosphere of the Cage. Adam could sprawl out with Micheal, and they wouldn't be interrupted by Lucifer. When Sam had finally been raised from Hell completely, Micheal had chosen to let Lucifer pout it out.

But even with Micheal, with whatever complicated relationship they had, Adam still wanted to be home on Earth. It'd be nice to live with Micheal, if they weren't in the middle of God's punishment for the trademark naughty child. Adam just wanted to go to collage and become nurse. It wasn't always his dream, but he wanted to help people. He wanted to save people.

Why would it matter to Adam if it was Sam's birthday?

"The dog needs to go out. I hope you don't mind going out for dinner."

Amelia gave Sam a small smile while holding out the dog's leash to Sam. Amelia looked over Sam one last time like she always did before he took the dog out and went on his morning run, and her smile began to turn into a frown. Sam pretended not to notice, and he promised he would be back in twenty minutes. She told him something along the lines if okay.

And when Sam came back home, he'd found a cheap little cake from the local grocery store sitting in on the counter with a lovely note from Amelia.

I had to go to work early because someone tripped over their dog, and possibly broke a couple of the dog's bones. Not as sexy as running over one with your car but still. I'll see you tonight, okay?

Love you Sam.

-Amelia

In the vet's clinic, Amelia smiled and told all her coworkers about her beloved Sam. She also might have asked Allison where she and her wife went for vegetarian meals. She was so happy all day, and little did she know that her happy little life was soon coming to an end.

She would never celebrate another birthday with Sam again.

"I bought you the Harry Potter books!"

Charlie spent a couple hours looking around for a gift to by Sam. She knew what he like- lore, books, lore books, money, credit card scams, tax evasion, and normal things. She chose to settle on the more happy of the things- books. And Charlie was sure that Sam would love them. Maybe they could talk about ships together.

There was something that was genuinely innocent about seeing Sam beam when he opened her gift. She could see why people were attracted to him, even if she wasn't. Charlie wished that Sam would smile like he was all the time, but she understood why he didn't. So much loss and pain called the youngest Winchester master.

Little did she know that one day she would become a part of that pain. And Sam never really talk much about Harry Potter after the whole Stine family run-in.

"Hey kiddo. Have some candy and smile."

Gabriel would smile at Sam like the absolute gremlin he was. If gremlin was more powerful and had a twisted sense of dark humor. Gabriel was just like that, all the time, so it wasn't like Sam's birthday did that to him.

Well, he might smile at Sam if he could actually see him. Gabriel was still running and hiding himself as Loki, which he couldn't risk being given up. It was watching from afar, for the moment. And Gabriel had no real reason to be so interested in humans, but Sam and Dean... they weren't like anything else he'd ever met.

And really, leaving a couple pieces of candy on Sam's dresser wasn't that big of a deal.

"Here's some spells for you, you mere babe."

Rowena would always give Sam a small smile when he would correctly cast a spell. With the right practice, Sam could be a very powerful witch, perhaps one of the most powerful. All that Sam really needed was a supporting and caring mentor to see it through that Sam got the training he needed. And Rowena would gladly be the mentor, although Sam might have to live with the caring part.

But for now, leaving Sam some simple spells on his dresser as a birthday gift seemed like a nice gift. After all, they had a complicated relationship.

"I think it is customary for humans to wish each other a happy birthday. So happy birthday."

Castiel told Sam this in his gruff tone, looking rather awkward. It was funny, seeing a powerful angel all small and confused. Sam wouldn't deny he thought it was adorable, although no one would ever ask him what he thought. It was just funny, considering that this angel had called him an abomination. Strange didn't begin to encompass how odd it was to see Castiel become moderately domestic.

And Sam would smile and drink tea with honey. And all the while, he'd think about how awkward Castiel looked when he gave Sam some honey in a jar. Sam would gain a small smile.

"I love you".

Eileen turned to Sam, kissing him gently. With his head in her heads, she began to grin. And with all her strength, she began to sing a song. She hoped the lyrics were right, as she'd googled them and hoped they were right.

Her voice came out raspy, and she wasn't sure if the song lyrics were valid. But when Sam's eyes filled with tears, and he began to sign to her, she figured that she had done everything right.

She would sing Sam a song everyday if it made him happy,

"He's one of my dads. It's his birthday."

Jack would demand that a new Dion song was released on Sam's birthday. And since he was one of the most powerful being currently in existence, it wasn't like anyone would argue. A new Dion song would be released, and it was a good thing that Balthazar was dead. Jack hoped that Sam new the song was from him.

And from Sam's prayer the night of his birthday, Jack new that Sam got the message, and he would turn back to fixing up the world. Work would never seemingly end, but Jack felt relief when Sam smiled for a moment.

"Sammy, have a happy birthday."

Dean couldn't be on Earth with Sam, but that didn't mean he ever stopped thinking about him. Heaven's timing was different; Dean never really gauged time in Heaven very well. And that was okay. He would just keep waiting and driving his Baby around.

And when Sam got home, he'd throw Sam the best birthday he could. And this time, all of the family would be together. John could be the big piñata that Sam whacked with a stick a couple times, so Dean figured the whole family could be together.

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And this is the author wishes my beloved Sam a happy birthday. They deserve it. I love Sam, and I want Sam to be happy for a day.

Sorry if it felt rushed. It was, but I'm drowning in schoolwork. The things I do for my favorite characters.