Author Note: This chapter was soooo fun to write! :) I've always thought about what it would be like for Sam and Dean to do "normal people" stuff. Hopefully you like it as much as I do! Thanks for sticking with me this far! :)

I'm sitting on the edge of the motel bed flipping through channels on the TV, but there's nothing interesting on, so I just turn it off and flop back on the bed. We are currently in California, where we just finished killing a vengeful spirit who came back to murder his old middle school tormentors. The boy was accidentally killed when the bullies joked with him in the bathroom, giving him swirlies in the toilet. They held him under for too long and he drowned.

I look at my watch, Sam and Dean left over two hours ago saying they had stuff to do and that I wasn't allowed to come. I'm assuming that it has something to do with the fact that my birthday is tomorrow. I try to think about what they could possibly be doing, but I come up with nothing. I'm just about to call Sam when I hear the Impala pull up outside. I rush to the door and fling it open, "Finally!" I say, "I've been waiting here forever, bored out of my mind."

Sam and Dean exchange a look, smiling, like they have a secret between themselves. I narrow my eyes at them, but I know they won't spill the beans, so I don't even ask.

They come inside and sit down at the rickety table that takes up most of our motel room. Sam pulls a gift-wrapped box out of his jacket pocket and sets in on the table. My eyes light up a little, "So you guys were doing birthday shopping, I knew it!"

Dean laughs, "You caught us. So, what do you want to do for your birthday anyway?"

I let out a huff, "You guys know what I want to do, I've only told you about it a thousand times!" neither of them says anything, "I want to go to Disneyland! And now you're torturing me because we are like five hours away from it, but you don't want to go!"

Even though I was raised a hunter, my parents tried to give me a normalish life. They watched Disney movies with me, bought me Disney themed toys if we could find them and on my eighth birthday they pooled their money together and we went to Disneyland for two days. I have a photo of me sitting in front of the Mickey shaped flowers by the entrance to Disneyland. I have the biggest smile on my face because, for once, we were able to leave the world of demons and monsters behind and just live a normal life. There's another photo of me on my dad's shoulders, watching the fireworks. I cherish these happy memories of my family because they are the ones where I got to forget that monsters lurked in the dark, and I got to be a kid.

"Well," Sam says, "it took us a while, but I think we found something that might help your Disney craving."

He slides the present over to me and I pick it up off the table, "I can open it now?" I ask, skeptical about what could be in the box.

I peel back the birthday cake printed paper and rip open the box. Inside are two small frames that are decorated with Disney characters. The frames are the perfect size for my Disney pictures. I'm taken aback by the thoughtfulness of this gift, "Wow, guys, this is actually really nice." I say with tears in my eyes, they know how special these pictures are to me.

"Open them up, let's see how they look inside." Dean says, excitement lighting up his face.

I grab the pictures from my bag and stand next to the table, opening up the first frame. I pull the back off the frame and a small card falls onto the floor. I bend over to pick it up, thinking it's just a part of the frame. I pick up the card and turn it over, reading the front. My heart skips a beat and I read it again out loud, "Disneyland: One day ticket".

My head snaps up and I see Sam and Dean, grinning from ear to ear. I scream, "No way!", tears streaming down my face, then I look back at them, "This isn't a trick, right? These are real?"

They both nod and I scream again, jumping up and down. I pull them in for a group hug, trying and failing to contain my excitement. I look down at the ticket again, thinking about how much fun we are going to have tomorrow.

Sam grabs my hand, "We found a motel on the outskirts of Anaheim to stay tonight, so we can go into Disney early in the morning." He kisses me, "Happy birthday Maddy."

"You've been through a lot these past few months," Dean says, "so we thought you deserved something happy for once."

I wipe my tears with the back of my hand, "You guys are way too nice to me. I feel bad, you never wanted to go to Disney but now I've basically forced you by talking about it non-stop for the past two-ish years I've known you."

Dean laughs, "I'll suck it up if you promise to buy me all the churros that I can eat."

"Deal!" I tell him.

I pick up my newly framed pictures, "Oh you guys, I really don't know what to say. This is the best birthday ever."

The next morning, we pull into the parking lot and Dean parks as far away as possible. Sam gives him a look, "What, dude?" Dean says, "There's no way I'm parking next to those minivans, Baby would definitely get scratched!"

I tune out their bickering because I can see the entrance to Disneyland and if it weren't for Sam and Dean trailing behind me I would sprint to the entrance. I hand my ticket to the friendly lady at the gate and she waves me through. I step into the park and my eyes immediately go to the Mickey shaped flowers where I had my picture taken fifteen years ago. Sam comes up behind me and pulls out his phone, "Go stand in front, I'll take your picture." I skip over and pose in front of the flowers, feeling closer to my parents than I have in a really long time. Memories from my last time here flood my mind and put a smile on my face.

"Let's get someone to take a picture of the three of us!" I say, and Dean starts to object, "No!" I say sternly, "We have to take one, then I'll leave you alone."

He huffs and mutters to himself while I ask the lady next to me if she could take our picture. I stand in the middle of Sam and Dean and wrap my arms around them. She takes the picture and Dean immediately unwraps himself, "Okay," he says, "Let's find some churros."

Sam grabs my hand and the three of us walk down Main Street towards the middle of the park. I look at the boys and can't help but laugh at how awkward and out of place they look next to the moms pushing strollers and the dads wearing fanny packs. They both look so tense, "Guys," I say, trying to hide a smile, "relax. You both look like you're about the fight someone. There's no monsters here."

Dean glares at me, "All these people could be monsters, they seem so… happy. No one is this happy, something's definitely wrong with these people."

"You've just never met anyone normal before." I say and just as I say it I see a churro cart up ahead. "Ooo! Here we go Dean," I point at the cart, "A promise is a promise."

I leave the boys at a table and run over to the cart. I stand next to it, inhaling the sweet smell of dough and cinnamon. The employee hands me my three churros and I rush back to the table and sit down, handing a churro to each of them. "Okay," I say, "get ready for this deliciousness."

Dean and Sam both take a bite and their eyes get big. Dean sighs, "Awesome." He says, inhaling the rest of his churro.

I catch Sam staring at me, a smile playing across his face. I smile back at him, "What?" I ask.

He brushes cinnamon off the side of my mouth and shrugs, "Nothing, I just haven't seen you this happy in a long time."

I smile and stand up, "Okay, I think I know the perfect ride to go on first."

We make our way through the crowd and I wave my hand at the first ride, "Ta-dah!" I say.

Dean and Sam share a look, "The Haunted Mansion, really?" Dean says, "I could have easily taken you to a real haunted mansion for free."

We go inside and file into the elevator with the other park goers, and the little pre-ride show begins. The lights go out and the story starts. I haven't been here in so long, but it seems like only yesterday as the room starts to "stretch" and the pre-show ends. We walk through the rest of the house and Dean says, "This is nothing like a real haunted house."

I swat his shoulder, "Sh! It's supposed to be fun, forget about hunting and let yourself enjoy this."

We somehow cram all three of us into one of the ride buggies and we set off into the Haunted Mansion. I can tell Dean wants to critique what's happening, but I ignore him and lean forward, soaking up all the cute decorations and songs that play around me. I can feel Sam watching me, so I smile back at him and grab his hand. We get to the end of the ride and our buggy turns to face a mirror where fake ghosts are projected into our buggy. Sam and Dean both jump, "Ah!" they gasp. I look at their shocked faces and laugh, "Guys! It's fake!"

We get outside, and I can't stop laughing. I grab my side and double over, trying to control the hysterics that are taking over my body. Through laughs I say, "We kill monsters for a living, and that's what scares you two."

"Shut up." Dean says and walks ahead of me towards the rest of the park.

I look back at Sam and reach up to give him a kiss, "Now this is officially the best birthday ever!" I say, letting out another big laugh.

He smiles at me, "I should get scared more often, if it means you'll kiss me after."

I give him another kiss and he puts his arm around me as we walk down the street in search of Dean. We find him sitting at a table, holding a huge turkey leg with a huge smile on his face. He looks at the turkey leg, "I was ready to hate Disney forever, but I think this has made up for all the bad things."

We spend the rest of the day going on different rides and eating all kinds of junk food. I can tell that the boys are starting to have a good time, not that they would admit it. Once it starts to get dark we begin to make our way back towards the castle so that we can watch the fireworks. We stand off to the side away from the crowds. I stand in front of them, "Thank you guys so much, again." My eyes tear up a little, "Between hospital visits, kidnappings, and weirdo visions, we've been through a lot these past few months, so it's nice doing something happy for once." I look up at each of them, "Thanks for making my birthday the best day ever."

Dean gives me a quick hug, "No problem kiddo, I guess Disney is only slightly horrible."

I roll my eyes at him, only Dean can hate Disneyland. I look over at Sam, but he looks a little nervous. I'm about to ask him what's wrong but the music and fireworks start, and I get distracted. I turn around to look up at the castle, the fireworks are just as beautiful as I remember. I feel Sam come up behind me and wrap his arms around me. I lean into him as he kisses the top of my head.

He whispers in my ear as I watch the fireworks, "These last few months with you has been the most amazing time of my life. I can't imagine my life without you; your smile, your laugh, your humor and most of all your kindness. I love you so much Maddy."

Happy tears streak down my cheeks as he moves to stand in front of me. He pulls a small box out of his pocket, opens it, and gets down on one knee. I gasp, and my hands fly up to my face. Inside the box is the most beautiful ring I have ever seen.

"Maddy," he says, "Will you make me the happiest man on earth, in the happiest place on earth, and marry me?"

"Yes!" I shout, and he puts the ring on my finger. I launch myself into his arms and kiss him like we are the only two people on the earth. Fireworks explode around us, and some people even clap for us.

Dean comes over and claps Sam on the shoulder, "Congrats man." And then looks over at me with a slight glint in his eyes, "I'm really happy for you two."

"Oh my god!" I say, "Are you about to cry!?" I go over to him and give him a big hug that he reciprocates.

"What?" he says, "No!" He clears his throat, "It's the uh.. the smoke from the fireworks. It's making my eyes burn."

Sam puts his arm around me and we head back towards the entrance. I can't stop looking down at the ring, it's perfect. We get back in the car and Dean pulls away as I watch Disneyland fade away in the distance.

I turn forward and look at the boys, reaching forward to put my arms around Sam, "Well," I say, "I don't know how you guys are going to top this for next year's birthday."

They both laugh, and, in that moment, I don't think my life could get any better.