Dean Winchester walked into the Baskin Robbins. His brother, Sam, was sleeping back in their hotel room, unaware of what was coming his way.
After a couple of weeks of demon hunting, he knew his brother deserved a treat. His pockets held money that he hand earned the night before hustling pool, but hadn't accounted to Sam.
A few minutes later he came out, his pockets a little lighter and a new destination in mind. He climbed into the impala, the only love of his life at the present and with a soft caress of the window, he drove away.
He entered the hotel room silently, his arms laden with bags and boxes. Silence echoed through the room, a note sat on the table situated under the ice bucket.
-Dean,
Be back in a bit. Went to get some food.
Sam
"Perfect," Dean said and set to work on getting things straightened about and ready.
Sam Winchester walked along the sidewalk. The weather was relatively nice and it made him think of how many times he had walked around with Jess. His hand wrapped tightly in hers.
He shook his head, wanting to clear the cobwebs of remembrance. Those were memories that just needed to stay in their proper drawers, nicely filed.
The bag of food was warm on his arm as he opened the door to their hotel room. God, he thought, it's dark in here. With a flick of his wrist he flipped the light on.
He was greeted with balloons tied to the back of the hotel chairs and headboards, a cake sitting on the table by a small group of presents.
He stood there, the bag of food held limply between his fingers, a look of confusion across his face.
"Problem college-boy?" Dean asked from the bathroom doorway.
"Dean, what the hell is all of this?" Sam asked walking forward, setting the bag next to the cake.
Dean smirked. "Not even I could forget your birthday. Now we eat the cake first or it's gonna melt."
"Melt?" Sam asked as he swiped a piece of chocolate off the bottom of the cake.
"It's an ice cream cake. Chocolate chip mint."
Sam grinned. It was his favorite, his birthday, even he had forgotten about it. The last few nothing but a blur. He swallowed a hard lump in his throat. "Thanks Dean."
Dean saw the tears that swam in his brother's eyes. "Hey I get first piece if you don't cut it soon. Remember no chick flick moments allowed."
"Did dad..?" Sam asked but was cut of by a shake of his brother's head. "Okay, let's eat."
Not knowing what to say or do, Dean walked over and settled a hand on his shoulder for a few seconds and then pulled away. "What are you waiting for Sammy? Cut the damned cake."
Sam reached for the knife and knew as he cut the cake, who had raised him. The only thing in the world he could thank God for was Dean, for sending him his protector, his father and brother. But he knew that it would be years before he would finally admit that to Dean.
Author's Note: It was my birthday yesterday and I got this idea late last night. I figured there's been Christmas fics, but really no birthdays.