I know it's short, but oh well! :) Xx
Dean Winchester was sitting at the map table in the bunker, drinking a glass of beer by himself, thinking. It's almost Sam's 35th birthday, he couldn't believe his giant adorable baby brother was gonna be 35 freakin' years old. He thought back when Sam was only 2 years old on his second birthday, he and their father, John Winchester, wanted to throw a great birthday for Sammy.
~1985~
6 years old Dean Winchester was in the kitchen with their father, John Winchester, baking a cake for Sam, it was Sam's 2nd birthday. "Do you think Sammy will love this, dad?" Dean asked.
John smiled at his son and pats the back of his head.
"Oh, he'll love it, son." John assured him.
"Good!" Dean laughs.
They heard Sam opening the door, so Dean ran over to him.
"Where ya think you're going, birthday boy?" Dean asked as he hugged his brother tightly.
"I wanna watch cartoons, Dee!" Sam beamed up at his brother.
Dean awed at his baby brother's innocent face.
"You got it, Sammy!" Dean smiled.
They both sat on the couch to watch Cartoons while John baked the cake, he smiled at his sons.
~Present Time~
Dean chuckled to himself of the memories, Sam walked in to see his brother smiling to himself.
"What's so funny?" Sam asked, taking a seat next to him.
"Nothing." Dean spoke. "What'cha doin'?"
"I'm gonna read a book." Sam told him.
Dean chuckled at his nerdy brother.
"Sammy, you are such a dork." Dean teased.
Sam let out a laugh and rolled his eyes at him.
"But you're my dorky baby brother." Dean told him.
Sam smiled at him.
"And you'll always be my jerk brother." Sam smirked.
Dean chuckled at him and raised his beer glass and they clinked their glasses together before drinking and talking.